Classic Audiobook Collection - The Silver Bullet by Fergus Hume ~ Full Audiobook [mystery]
Episode Date: December 29, 2022The Silver Bullet by Fergus Hume audiobook. Genre: mystery On a walking tour across the lonely English moors, Dr. Jim Herrick and his friend Robin Joyce stumble on an eerie sight: a great house blazi...ng with light, its doors standing wide as if inviting anyone in. Inside the silent rooms they find not a host, but a corpse - Colonel Carr, shot and left in the middle of his strange, deserted grandeur. The discovery pulls the two friends into a case where every detail feels deliberately staged, and one small piece of evidence, a particular silver bullet, hints at a carefully hidden story behind the killing. When the authorities begin their routine inquiries, Jim cannot let the matter rest. He digs into Carr's past, his secretive household, and the knot of resentments surrounding a man many seemed to fear or despise. As suspicions spread through the countryside and polite conversations turn sharp with implication, Jim and Robin must decide whom to trust, what to reveal, and how far to press for the truth. Fergus Hume delivers a classic whodunit packed with atmosphere, shifting motives, and the unsettling sense that the most dangerous person may be the one who looks least capable of violence. For ad-free listening try our premium subscription Chapters (Approximate) (00:00:00) Chapter 01 (00:26:49) Chapter 02 (00:53:30) Chapter 03 (01:18:57) Chapter 04 (01:45:45) Chapter 05 (02:12:24) Chapter 06 (02:38:15) Chapter 07 (03:06:01) Chapter 08 (03:31:53) Chapter 09 (04:03:05) Chapter 10 (04:32:35) Chapter 11 (05:02:01) Chapter 12 (05:33:59) Chapter 13 (06:00:46) Chapter 14 (06:23:15) Chapter 15 (06:49:52) Chapter 16 (07:16:02) Chapter 17 (07:45:11) Chapter 18 (08:11:09) Chapter 19 (08:36:53) Chapter 20 (09:07:08) Chapter 21 (09:33:34) Chapter 22 (10:01:19) Chapter 23 (10:27:04) Chapter 24 (10:56:31) Chapter 25 (11:24:40) Chapter 26 (11:52:27) Chapter 27 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
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the silver bullet by fergus hume the house in the pine wood we had better lie down and die said robin peevishly i can't go a step further and to emphasize his words he deliberately sat
infernal little duffer growled herrick hum might have guessed you a joyce he threw himself down beside his companion and continued grumbling you have tobacco a fine night and a heather couch of the finest yet you talk as though the world were coming to an end
i'm sure there's more will never end sighed joyce reminded of his cigarettes we've been trudging it since eight in the morning yet it still stretches to the back of beyond hey
the pedestrians were pronouncedly isolated a moonless sky thickly jewelled with stars arched over at treeless moor far stretching has the plain of chenar in the luminous summer twilight the eye could see for a moderate distance but to no clearly defined horizon
and the verge of sight was limited by vague shadows hardly definite enough to be mists the more exhaled the noonday heats and thin white vapors which shut out from the external world those who nestled to its bosom
sense of solitude the brooding silence the formless surroundings and above all the insistence of the infinite would have appealed on ordinary occasions to the poetical and superstitious side of robin's side of robin's
nature. But at the moment his nerves were uppermost. He was worn out, fractious as a child,
and in his helplessness could have cried like one. Herrick knew his friend's frail physique
and inherited neurosis. Therefore, he forbore to make bad worse by ill-advised sympathy. Judiciously
waiting until Joyce had in some degrees soothed himself with tobacco, he talked of the commonplace.
said he, peering at his watch,
thirteen hours walking.
Nothing to me, Robin, but a goodish stretch to you.
However, we are within hail of civilization, and in England.
A few miles further, we'll pick up a village of some sorts, no doubt.
One would think you were exploiting Africa, the way you howl.
He spoke thus callously, in order to brace his friend,
but Joyce resented the tone, with that exaggerated sense of injury,
peculiar to the neurotic.
I am no Hercules like you, Jim, he protested sullenly.
All your finer feelings have been blunted by beef and beer.
You can't feel things as I do, also, continued Robin, still more quarrelessly.
It seems to have escaped your memory that I returned only last night from a two-day visit
to town.
If you will break up your holiday into fragments, you must not expect to receive the benefits
its enjoyment as a whole would give you. It was jolly enough last week, sauntering through
the Midlands, till you larked up to London, and fags yourself with its detestable civilization.
Joyce threw aside his cigarette, and nervously, began to roll another. It was no lark which
took me up, Jim. The letter that came to Southbury Inn was about her business.
Sorry, old man, I keep forgetting your troubles. Heat and the want of food makes me savage.
We'll rest here for a time and then push on.
Not that a night in the open would matter to me.
Joyce made no reply, but lying full length on the dry herbage,
stared at the sink-delating sky.
At his elbow, Herrick, cross-legged like a fakir,
gave himself up to the enjoyment of a disreputable pipe.
The more highly strung man considered the circumstances,
which had placed him where he was.
Two months previously, Robin Joyce had lost his mother, to whom he had been devotedly attached,
and the consequent grief had made a wreck of him.
For weeks he had shut himself up in the flat, once brightened by her presence to luxuriate
in woe.
He possessed, in a large degree, that instinct of martyrdom, latent in many people, which
searches for sorrow as a more joyous nature hunts for pleasure.
The blow of Mrs. Joyce's death had fallen unexpectedly, but it brought home to Robin the knowledge,
strange as it may sound, that a mental pleasure can be plucked from misfortune.
He locked himself in his room, wept much, and ate little, neglected his business of contributor
to several newspapers, and his personal appearance.
Thus the pain of his loss merged itself in that delight of self-mortification, which must have
been experienced by the hermits of the Thebald.
Not entirely from religious motives was the desert-made populace with hermits in the days
of Cyril and Hypatia.
Herrick did not realize this transcendental indulgence, nor would he have understood it had
he done so.
Emphatically a sane man, he would have deemed it a weakness degrading to the will,
if not a species of lunacy.
As it was, he merely saw, that Robin yielded it to an unrestrained
grief, detrimental to his health, and insisted upon carrying him off for his spell in the open air.
With less trouble than he had anticipated, Robin's consent was obtained.
The mourner threw himself with ardor into the scheme, selected the county of Berks as the most
inviting for a ramble, and when fairly started, showed a power of endurance amazing in one
so frail. Jim, however, being a doctor, was less astonished than a layman.
would have been. He knew that in Joyce a tremendous nerve power dominated the feebler muscular
force, and that the man would go on like a blood-horse until he dropped from sheer exhaustion.
The collapse on the moor did not surprise him. He only wondered that Robin had held out for so many
days.
"'But I wish you had not gone to London,' said Herrick, pursuing aloud this train of thought.
"'I had to go,' replied Joyce, not troubling to query the remark.
the lawyer wrote about my poor mother's property in my sorrow i had neglected to look after it but at southbury junction feeling better thanks to your open-air cure i thought it wise to attend to the matter
then joyce went on to state with much detail how he had caught the paddington express at marley their last stopping-place and had seen his lawyer the business took some time to settle but it resulted in the knowledge that joyce found himself
possessed of five hundred a year in consuls also the flat and the furniture said robin so i'm not so badly off i can devote myself wholly to novels now and shall not have to rack my brains for newspaper articles
harrick nodded over a newly filled pipe did you sleep at the flat no i went up on tuesday as you know and slept that night at the hull hotel a small house in one of the strand side streets
Last night I joined you at Southbury.
And it is now Thursday, said Herrick, laughing.
How particular you are to detail, Robin.
Well, Southbury is a goodish way behind us now,
and Saxon is our next resting place.
Feel better?
Yes, thanks.
In another quarter of an hour I shall make the attempt to reach Saxon.
But we are so late, I fear no bed.
Oh, that's all right.
We can wake the landlord.
i calculate we have only three miles quite enough too by the way jim what did you do when i left you in the semi-dark chuckled fell in love said he hmm you lost no time about it and she
a daughter of the gods divinely tall dark hair creamy skin sea-blue eyes the figure and gait of diana and-more of the selt than the greek interrupted jimmy skin and-iq
more of the selt than the greek interrupted joyce blue eyes black hair that is the irish type where did you see her in southbury church talking to a puny curate who did not deserve such a companion oh robin her voice like an eolean harp
it must possesses a variety of tones then jim did she see you herrick nodded and laughed again she looked and blushed beauty drew me with a single hair
therefore i thrilled responsive love at first sight robin hi-ho never again shall i see this helen of marley live in hope said joyce springing to his feet alons mon ami
the more leisurely harrick rose markedly surprised at this sudden recuperation wonderful man one minute you are dying the next skipping like a two-year-old hysterical all the same he added as joyce laughed
those three miles explained the other feverishly i feel that i have to walk them and my determination is braced to breaking point that means you'll collapse half-way retorted the doctor on strapping his knapsack
light a match valerian for you my man robin made no objection he knew the value of valerium for those unruly nerves of his at present vibrating like so many harp-strings twanged by an unskilled player
his small white face looked smaller and whiter than ever in the faint light of the match but his great black eyes flamed like wind-blown torches the contrast of herrick's sun-tanned saxon looks struck
him as almost ludicrous joyce needed no mirror to assure him of his appearance at the moment he knew only too well how he aged on the eve of a nerve storm for the present it was averted by the valerian but he knew and so did herrick that sooner or later it would surely come
we must get on as fast as possible said herrick the knapsack again on his broad back food drink rest you need all three forward
for some time they walked on in silence robin was so small dr jim so large that they looked like the giant and the dwarf of the old fairy tale on their travels but in this case it was the giant who did all the work
joyce was a pampered lazy irresponsible child in the direct line of descent from herald skimpole if jim herrick must be likened to another hero of romance amyus lee was his
prototype. The shadows melted before them, and closed in behind, and still there was nothing
but plain and mist. At the end of two miles, a dark bulk, like a thunder-cloud, loomed
before them. It stretched directly across their path. Boogie, laughed Robin.
A wood, said the more prosaic, Jim. This more is fringed with pine woods. Remember the forest
we pass through this morning? In the cheerful sunshine, shuddered Joyce,
I don't like woodlands by night.
The fairies are about, and the goblins of the worst.
Ha, yonder, the lantern of Puck.
Oberon holds revel in the wood.
Puck must be putting a girdle around the earth, then, Robin, said Herrick,
and stared at a white-starry light, which beamed above the trees.
He cats' torch, cried Joyce, a meeting of witches,
and he began to chant the gruesome rhymes of the sisterhood.
as Macbeth heard them.
The scene is a blasted Heath, too, said he.
By this time the moon was rising,
and the silver shafts struck inward to the heart of the pines.
The aerial light vanished behind the leafy screen,
as the travellers came to a halt on the verge of the undergrowth.
We must get through, said Dr. Jim,
or if you like Robin, we can skirt round.
Saxon Village is just beyond, I fancy.
Let us choose a beeline, murmured Joyce.
I want a bed and a meal as soon as possible.
This part of the world is unknown to me.
You lead.
I don't know it myself, however.
Here's a path.
We'll follow it to the light.
That comes from a tower of sorts, too high up for a house.
With Herica's pioneer, they plunged into the wood, following a winding path.
In the gloom, their heads came in contact with boughs and tree trunks,
but occasionally the moon made radiant the secret recesses and revealed unexpected openings.
The path sometimes passed across the glade, and on the sward, of which Joyce declared he saw
the fairies dancing, and Anon plunged into a Samirian gloom, suggestive of the underworld.
No wind swung the heavy pine boughs. The wild creatures of the wood gave no sign, made no stir.
yet the explorers heard a low persistent swish swir swish like the murmur of a dying breeze it came from no particular direction but droned on all sides without pause without change of note
here occurred robin's hysterical sob as the insistent sound bored into his brain he would have made some remark but at the moment they emerged into an open space of considerable size here ringed by pines
loomed a vast gray house with a slim tower and that tower burned the steady light outshining even the moon's luster but what was more remarkable still was the illumination of the mansion every window radiated white fire
queer said robin halting on the verge of the wood not even a fence or a wall a path or an outhouse one would think that this was an inferior aladdin's palace dropped here by some negligent genie
all ablaze too he added wonderingly the owner must be given a ball no signs of guest anyhow returned herrick as puzzled as his companion hmm queer thing to find versa in a pine wood however it may afford us a bed and a supper
it was certainly strange the circle of trees stopped short of a building at fifty yards on all sides stretched an expanse of shorn and well-kept turf pathless as to sea
in its mist the mansion was dropped as joyce aptly put it unexpectedly a two-story tudor building with battlements and mullion windows
terraces and flights of shallow steps the whole weather worn and gray in the moonlight overgrown with ivy and distinctly ruinous the dilapidated state of the house contrasted in a rather sinister manner with the perfectly kept lawn also another curious contrasted was a perfectly kept long also another curious contrast was a very curious contrasted was a very large
the tower. This tacked on to the western corner, stood like a lean white ghost watching over
its earthly habitation. Its gleaming stonework and sharp outlines showed that it had been
built within the last decade, a distinct anarchism, which marred the quaint antiquity of the
medieval mansion. He must be an astrologer, said Joyce, referring to the owner, or it may be
that the tower is an inland pharaoh to guide travelers across that path to
us more. Another horrible place, he muttered.
Why horrible? asked Dr. Jim, as they crossed along.
Robin shuddered and cast a backward glance. I can hardly explain, but to my mind
there is something sinister in this lonely mansion, ablaze with light, yet devoid of
inhabitants.
We have yet to find out if that is the case, Robin.
Hello, the door is open, and in the strong moonlight they looked wonderingly at
each other. The heavy door, oak, clamped with iron, was slightly ajar.
Herod bent upon consummating the adventure, pushed it slightly open. They beheld a large hall
with a tessellated pavement and stately columns. Between these last stood black oak, high-backed
chairs, appulsed in red velvet. Also, statues of Greek gods and goddesses, holding aloft opaque
globes, radiant with light. A vast marble staircase, with wide and shallow steps,
sloped upwards, and on either side of this, from the height of the landing, fell scarlet velvet
curtains, shutting in the hall. The whiteness of the marble, the crimson of the draperies,
the brilliance of the light, these sumptuous furnishings amazed the dusty pedestrians. It was
as though, on a lonely prairie, one should step suddenly into the splendors of the Vatican.
the palace of the sleeping beauty whispered the awestruck robin who can say romance is dead when one can stumble upon such an adventure herrick shared robin's perplexity but of a more practical nature he addressed himself less to the romance than to the reality
seeing no one hearing nothing he touched an ivory button that glimmered a white spot beside the door immediately a silvery succession of sounds
shrilled through the apparently lonely house.
Electric bells, electric light.
The hermit of this establishment is up to date.
He's also death, and has no servants, said Joyce impatiently, after a few minutes had passed.
Has a Borgian banquet taken place here?
The guests seem to be dead.
Hi.
The whole thing is damnable.
Don't let yourself go, said the doctor roughly, squeezing the little man's arm.
Wait and see the upshot.
again and again they rang the bell and themselves heard its imperative summoned but no one appeared then they took their courage in both hands and stepped into the house
passing through the crimson curtains they found themselves in a wide corridor enameled green with velvet carpet and more light-bearing statues on either side were doors draped with emerald silk
herrick led the way through one of these for joyce rendered timorous by the adventure would not take the initiative in the first room an oval table was set out for a solitary meal
the linen was bleached as the alpine snow the silver antique the crystal exquisite the porcelain worth its weight in gold an iridescent glass vase in the centre was filled with flowers but these drooped withered and brown
the bread was also stale the fruits were shrivelled from their early freshness magnificently furnished and draped the room glowed in splendor under innumerable electric lights but the intruders had eyes only for the sumptuous table
with its air of desolation and its place set for one anything more sinister can scarcely be conceived no one has sat down to this meal said herrick lifting the covers of the silver dishes
it has stood here for hours if not for days let us see if we can find the creature for whom it was intended perhaps you expect to find the beast that loved beauty since you call him a creature said robin hysterically
here is wine dr jim went to the sideboard whereupon were ranged decanters of venetian glass containing many different vintages passing over these he selected a pint bottle of champagne
we must make free of our position he said unwiring this afterwards we can apologize ugh cried robin as the court popped with the staccato sound into silence how gruesome give me a glass at once jim
i don't know if it is good for you in your present state replied the doctor brimming a goblet however the whole adventure is so queer that an attack of nerves is excusable drink up
robin did so and was joined by jim they finished the bottle and felt exhilarated and more ready to face the unknown again herrick led the way to further explorations
adjacent to the dining-room they discovered a small kitchen white-tiled and completely furnished our hermit cooks for himself declared dr jim eyeing the utensils of polished copper this is not a servant's kitchen also it is a servant's kitchen also it is a
is off the dining-room. Robin made no reply, but followed his friend, his large eyes becoming
larger at every fresh discovery. They entered a drawing-room filled with splendid furniture,
silver knick-knacks, costly china, and eastern hangings of great price. There was a library
stored with books in magnificent bindings, and with tables piled with latter-day magazines,
novels and newspapers. Our hermit keeps himself abreast of the world.
world," commented Jim. Then came a picture gallery, but this was on the second story and lighted
from the roof. Treasures of art ancient and modern glowed here under the radiance of the light,
which illuminated every room. A smoking-room fashioned like a ship's cabin, a Japanese apartment,
crammed with lacquer work, and stiff embroideries of Yedo and Yokohama. A shooting gallery,
a bowling alley, a music-room, containing a magnificent erod.
Finally, a dozen bedrooms furnished with taste and luxury.
To crown all, they discovered a gymnasium, fitted up completely even to foils and boxing gloves,
and a huge bathroom.
This last was throughout a white marble, with a square pool of water in the center.
What upon the bay, then, cried Jim, enviously, for he was hot and dusty,
Our hermit is an ancient Roman.
He understands how to enjoy life.
Come along, Robin.
By this time, they had explored almost the whole of the wonderful house.
There remained the back premises,
but on entering, they found nothing but darkness and dirt, squalor, and coldness.
The hermit's attention to his mansion stopped short at the servants' door.
And I don't believe he has any servants, declared Joyce.
How the deuce does he keep all this clean?
The doctor shook his head.
He hardly knew what to say.
The situation was beyond him.
A palace in the wilderness, with an open door inviting thieves,
crammed with treasures, brilliant, with light, uninhabited, deserted.
Was there ever anything so wonderful?
He had to pinch himself to make sure that he was awake.
We have got into the world of the fourth dimension,
the fairyland of the Arabian Nights.
What do you think, Joyce?
i think we had better climb up to the tower said robin with unusual common sense it is the only place we have left unexplored there's a light there too aladdin may be aloft
herrick shook his head he would have heard the bell however come along we must find some one with some difficulty they discovered the staircase leading to the tower it was narrow but straight not so steep as might have been expected at the top herrick leading as usual
was confronted by a closed door of plain deal.
It was not locked, however, and having knocked without receiving a reply, he opened it.
Joy set his heels, peeped over his shoulder, and beheld a small square room with windows on all four sides,
and a large central globe burning in the ceiling.
In contrast to the rest of the house, this room was absolutely bare, blank walls,
Chinese matting on the floor, a camp bedstead in one corner,
a deal table without a covering in another and two cane chairs no anchorite could have had a more ascetic cell herrick took in the scene at a glance took in also its to him central feature the body of a man lying face downward near the bed
joyce saw the corpse also and remained at the door shaking and white murderer suicide jim asked himself as he turned over the dead
that which had once been a man was an evening dress in the finest of linen and jewelry the most immaculate of clothes it lay under the scrutinizing eye of dr
a lean evil face with a hooked nose scanty gray hair cut short and a long mustache carefully trimmed the left hand gripped the revolver the shirt front over the heart was covered with blood and a stream coagulated and black streaked the matting
in god's name cried joyce not daring to enter what is it it was once the owner of this house i suppose said herrick grimly now it is a piece of carrion
suicide apparently dead over twenty-four hours shot through the heart a steady hand to do that-m-left hand it too is it suicide or murder here's a damnable discovery to cap the adventure said dr jim gravely
from the doorway came a gasp a tittering laugh jim had just time to spring forward when joyce lunged into his arms the long-expected nerve storm had come at last
end of chapter one chapter two of the silver bullet by fergus hume this librovoc's recording is in the public domain de mortius nil nissay malum
and sunset fire the saxon spire my guidepost unto heaven so sang midway in the last century a local poet who died long since and passed poems and all into oblivion
but the famous spire in its coppered sheathing still catches the sunlight and glows at the centre of saxon a veritable pillar of fire those natives who have emigrated enlisted at the sun-light and glows at the centre of saxon a veritable pillar of fire those natives who have emigrated
enlisted as soldiers taking situations in london and elsewhere shipped before the mast as some have done always remember church and spire the children recall its ruddy blaze when they read exodus
saxham was not a large place it might have contained a couple of hundred inhabitants probably less and these principally agricultural laborers they worked on the farms and estates which dotted the vast alluvial plain stretching stretching to birrominster
as the city like that one mentioned in the bible it is set upon a hill the twin towers of the cathedral and the bishop gandolph spire can easily be seen from saxon
but the villagers prefer their own spire and their own parson rarely venturing the three miles to beaumminster those who do go always return to their beloved hamlet more convinced than ever has to the superiority of their birthplace
a sturdy stubborn set of rustics these men and women of saxon the topography of the country has set down in herrick's map showed that saxon was almost the centre of the district taking birrominster as the real
the great plain was covered with many such hamlets each clustering around its parent church but saxon was the nearest to the city far away on the other side was smoky
iron grip, the manufacturing town, and also in sight of Marley and Heathcroft, then 16 miles
across Southbury Heath, which Herrick and Joyce had so wearily troddened on the previous night.
Southbury Junction roared with perpetual traffic from here. The Great Main Line tapped the local
railway, which converged from all points. The Pine Woods sheltering Saxon from the chill winds of the moor
also barred it from the outside world, as Southbury was considered to be.
Saxon, with its neighboring hamlets, claimed to belong solely to Biromminster.
The folks would have called themselves autotoxinous, had they known of such a word and its meaning.
The plan of the village was simple, and its center was a genuine village green,
with a queen-const of immemorial elms.
From this ran four streets through the mass of houses,
until they passed beyond them altogether and out into the country.
On one side stands St. Edith's Church in a nest of trees,
and on the other, the car arms, an end of undoubted antiquity.
The remaining two sides are occupied by rows of medieval-looking houses,
inhabited by those whom Saxon calls the best people, by which is meant the tradesmen.
There was no doctor or lawyer, and the rector representing the gentry in the village itself
dwelt on its outskirts. The country people lived outside the village on their estates,
and visited only on business, and as there were no radicals in Saxon, these were looked upon
has more than mortal.
Under the red-tiled roof
of the car arms, Robin Joyce
was still sleeping the next morning
when the green was filled
with excited people talking
of the murder, so they called it.
The event of the previous night
had so shaken the nerve of the little man
that it was all Herrick could do
to get him out of that ghastly mansion
and down to the inn.
Dr. Jim, rousing the landlord,
had told his story
and after seeing Robin to bed had turned in himself.
What did it matter to him that the great house was still ablaze in the pine wood,
still filled with precious things,
and its doors and windows opened the thieves.
He was too tired almost to think,
and the moment his head was on the pillow,
he fell into a heavy, dreamless slumber,
which lasted until ten the next morning.
From this much-needed rest he was awakened by Napper,
the landlord a burly man with a ruddy face suggestive of beef and beer in large quantities in no very pleasant humor jim sat up to demand with a growl and an adjective what was wanted
on being informed that mr inspector bridge of birramminster waited to see him the events of the night came back on his still drowsy brain with a rush thoroughly awakened he promised to be down in half an hour and forthwith
tumbled into the largest cold bath Napper could provide.
After a douche and ten minutes of gymnastics,
the doctor hurried in the clean shirt and his homespun suit.
While he dressed, he meditated on the fact
that Napper had lost no time in telling the police what had happened.
In a few minutes he looked into Robin's bedroom,
finding his companion still in an exhausted slumber.
He went downstairs alone to face.
the officer. Inspector Bridge was a tall, lean man, with a serious face, and, what was surprising,
taking in conjunction with his funeral looks, a jocular manner. The man's humor lurked in his eyes,
a gray pair of twinklers, which belied the turned-down corners of his mouth. His movements were slow,
his tone was brisk and business-like, rather a contradictory personality. Eric thought, and
concluded that bridge resembled nothing so much as an undertaker out for a holiday his profession would thus account for the solemnity and the slowness and the holiday explained his brisk jocularity
the incongruous officer considered the young man with a pursed up-mouth and a humorous eye he saw that herrick was a gentleman and this opinion being confirmed in the inspector's mind by the sight of a signet ring
He treated him with more deference than he had been prepared to show.
Napper's report of the pedestrians had led Bridge to infer that they were of a genus tramp.
Good morning, sir, began the inspector genially.
I have come to see you about this murder of Colonel Carr.
My card, Mr. Mr.—Mr. Harek said Jim, glancing at what he profanely called the official ticket.
Have you breakfasted, Mr. Inspector, if not, or if you have, it really doesn't matter.
Take the meal with me.
I must eat before I can talk.
Bridge was only too willing, and Herrick went up several degrees in his good opinion.
Napker can cater excellently, said he, rubbing his hands, I have often tested his hospitality.
Dr. Jim privately thought that the inspector was not averse to testing anyone's hospitality.
but the man seemed decent enough and herrick was sufficiently worldly wise to make himself agreeable to jack in office in another half-hour the two were seated in a pleasant parlor before a well-spread table
bridge performed wonders in the way of eating how he could remain lean with such an appetite was a wonder to jim but the doctor himself was not far behind and between the two of them they swept the table clean
then harryick lighted his pipe ensconced himself in a chintz-covered arm-chair near the window and prepared to answer the inspector's questions before asking several of his own at the outset bridge detailed all that had been done up to that moment
three policemen were looking after the pines so was the house called and guarding the dead a doctor was expected from bureauminster to inspect the body
the coroner to attend to the inquest and the relatives of the deceased had been notified then mr inspector put herrick through a stiff examination
and took down all he said when the officer was quite satisfied and his notebook was full jim proceeded to make inquiries on his own account the strangeness of the whole affair rouses curiosity and as bridge pleasantly observed
he showed marked symptoms of detective fever this was the first time jim had stumbled across the disease the dead man was called colonel carr asked dr herrick crossing his legs the inspector nodded a well-known county name said he
wilford lloyd carr you can see it in burke's landed gentry but what you will not see added bridge with a dry cough is the name he was known by he
hear-abouts wicked colonel carr sir that is what every man-woman and child called him not without reason doctor hmm it does sound as though he had a bad reputation bad sir echoed the inspector not without pride a regular out-and-out rip
but that he belonged to the gentry he would have been through my hands i can tell you and to think of him being murdered i ain't astonished no i ain't astonished he was too wicked to die in his bed as the christian he wasn't
why do you say he was murdered asked jim alertly the revolver was in his hand looks like suicide to me at the first glance of course bridge laughed grimly and shook his head colonel carr was the last one of the last one of the first glance of course bridge laughed grimly and shook his head colonel carr was the last
man in the world to take his own life, sir.
Too much afraid of the burning pit for that.
I examined the body this morning, and I say murder.
Certainly my examination was cursory.
But if he had shot himself through the heart,
the linen over it would have been scorched.
There is no mark of powder, not even a syng.
No, sir.
That shot was fired at long range.
If you did not alter the position of the body, Dr. Herrick,
I should say that the shot had been fired from the door.
I did not alter the position of the body, Mr. Inspector.
I merely turned it over and replaced it.
Hmm, murder, you say.
And the assassin placed the revolver in the dead man's hand to hint at suicide?
Clever man or woman, Mr. Inspector, which?
Lord knows, replied Bridge, rubbing his grey hair.
The colonel had heaps and heaps of enemies, I can tell you.
whether man or woman i do not know but i'll tell you one thing dr herrick whosoever fired that shot knew the colonel excellently well i see what you mean the assassin knew that his victim was left-handed yes sir you hit it now added bridge meditatively could it have been frisco frisco who was he or her frisco was a servant of colonel carr explained the inspector and his great
mystery as his master.
San Francisco, he called himself,
and that I take it as the name of a town.
The wicked colonel shortened it to Frisco for short.
Yes, Frisco might have killed him.
If you would only give me a concise biography of Carr,
I should be less in the dark, Mr. Inspector.
Oh, you'll hear plenty of stories about him.
None of them credible.
But to put all you need to know at present into a nutshell,
I can only say that the wicked colonel returned here from foreign parts ten years ago.
He built that tower and shut himself up to live the life of a recluse.
He brought Frisco with him, and the two inhabited that house all alone.
No one thought of going near it.
Ah, that is why the crime was not discovered earlier.
Certainly, Doctor, the milkman, the baker, and the butcher,
were always instructed to leave their goods in a place.
porch at the side of the house.
In that porch, added bridge, we have found two days' provisions.
Today is Friday.
Last night when you discovered the body was Thursday, and the provisions for that day
and Wednesday were untouched.
Hmm.
So Carr was alive on Tuesday?
I believe, Doctor, that he was murdered on Tuesday night.
According to Napper, Friscoe, was drinking here on that evening and spoke ill of his
master.
car must have been alive then if risco killed him he would leave saxon on tuesday night therefore the provisions for wednesday and thursday would not be taken in did not the baker and the rest suspect anything when they found two days provisions untouched
lord bless you no said bridge jovily the wicked colonel was that queer that nothing he did seemed strange well said jim after a pause from what you tell me it seems likely that this man frisco know something of the murder
if he did not commit it himself can't you find him there's no sign of the man sir what about his appearance a stout sailor that's what he looks like said bridge reflecting
red hair and blue eyes an american way of speaking and a cross on his forehead right above the nose a cross what do you mean a scar sir a criss-crossed slashed with a knife friscoe said he got it in south america
but i don't rightly know how frisco could be secret if he liked even in his cups and he could drink rum by the bucket have you set the detectives after him not yet
i'm waiting for the inquest to be held it takes place to-day at the pines you will be there dr herrick and your friend certainly but my friend can tell you no more than i can
if i were you though mr inspector i should certainly seek out this friscoe man at once what is his real name i don't know nor any one else sir he was a mystery i tell you as to be looking him up i like to do things in an orderly manner
first the inquest and all the available evidence sir then we shall see herk shrugged his broad shoulders it was not his business to instruct bridge but it seemed him foolish to delay hunting for this mysterious frisco
the man might be innocent but on the face of it there appeared to be a strong suspicion against him men do not disappear without some reason and as friscoe was gone leaving a dead body behind him
It looked as though terror had winged his heels.
His reason could resolve themselves into only one of two things.
Either he had murdered his master himself and had fled to avoid the consequences,
or he knew who had committed the crime and, intimidated by the assassin,
had made himself scarce.
While Herrick was turning over the situation in his own mind,
a knock came to the door.
Immediately afterwards, a girl.
girl entered she was a slip of a thing who looked about nineteen slim and well set up her face was oval and thin and burnt red by wind and sun
herrick had never seen before hair of such glorious red it resembled ruddy gold and was wreathed in burnished coils around her well-shaped head this young lady had eyes of a sapphire blue and a firm set mouth dressed in a reddished gold dressed in burnished coils around her well-shaped head this young lady had eyes of a sapphire blue and a firm set mouth
dressed in a navy serge plainly made with a linen collar a brown leather belt and gauntlet gloves she looked trig and neat
a girl likely to be passed over in a crowd until one looked into her wonderful eyes the soul that looked out of them proved she was a woman of no common intelligence
her manner was refined and well-bred she was remarkably cool and after a shrewd glance at herrick addressed herself to the inspector i beg your pardon for interrupting you she said in a brisk but not unmusical voice this inquest mr inspector
it takes place at the pines this afternoon miss endicott replied bridge who seemed to know her well but surely miss you will not attend
certainly mr bridge i do the copy for the chronicle besides poor colonel carr was my friend and i want to hear the truth about his death herrick looked sharply at the only person he had heard speak sympathetically of the dead man
there lives some soul of good and all things evil he quoted and a flash of the girl's teeth showed that she perfectly understood oh i know that every one speaks ill of the colonel said she a trifle sadly
he was bad enough no doubt yet your quotation applies to him more than the gossip about him would lead you to suppose here she glanced at bridge not so much to emphasize the fact that he talked ill of the dead as to invite an introduction bridge was quick to see her real meaning
this is dr harrick who found the body said he and this lady doctor is miss bess endicott who reports for the bureauminster weekly chronicle
jim was a trifle surprised and disappointed to find that this charming young lady occupied such a position though why he should have been either he could not explain even to himself however he bowed with a smile and received the same courtesies in return
miss endicott's eyes rested approvingly on his splendid figure this is what i call a man they seem to say but with her tongue she uttered quite different sentiments
i'm glad to meet you dr herrick she said gracefully you must tell me all about your discovery that is you do not mind my making copy out of you not at all responded herrick eagerly i am accustomed to be made copy of my friend mr joyce
who is at present upstairs asleep, is a literary man.
I'm quite hand and glove with a guild, I assure you.
In that case we must be friends, said Miss Endicott, frankly.
Mr. Joyce was with you last night.
Unfortunately, yes, Miss Endicott.
He's a nervous man and not strong.
I'm sorry to say that the terrible sight upset him.
All the good I hoped he would obtain from this walking tour has disappeared.
are you on a walking tour asked bridge who was putting on his cap yes for the last fortnight we have been tramping over the country the last place we stopped at was southbury then we crossed the heath to stumble on this disagreeable adventure
why do you smile miss endicott the girl flushed the trifle i've heard of you of me jim stared but i am not known in this part of the country my dear lady
have we met before somehow your face seems familiar it would be more familiar if i were two inches taller and had dark hair said miss andycott with an amused look if you will stare at
ah interrupted jim eagerly i remember now the lady i saw talking to the little curate in southbury church was my sister replied the girl
when you mentioned southbury i remembered that she mentioned how you stared at her and described your appearance then i recognized you i hope your sister did not think me rude said jim rather confused but the fact is she is so
i know interrupted miss bess composedly ida is accustomed to admiration but this is not business she added turning to bridge
well what's to be done now mr inspector nothing can be done until the inquest is held he replied going towards the door but i recommend you miss bess to interview this gentleman he can tell you much that will be of interest to your readers
the inspector slipped out with a laugh and miss endicott turned her sparkling eyes on dr herrick i hope you won't think me a nuisance she said hesitatingly but if you could only too pleased said jim placing a chair what is it you wish to know miss
all about yourself and your friend and the walking tour and the discovery thus far she rattled on blithely but then flushed and stammered
please do not think me rude she murmured in my present capacity i am simply a machine for the bureau mr chronicle if you do not wish to tell me anything
i have not the slightest objection replied jim laughing do you object to my smoking i can answer your questions better if i smoke please do cried miss endicott eagerly i'm used to it my brother frank is never without a pipe in his mouth
your brother and i she got on well together then said herrick artfully not that he wanted to meet the brother so much as the beautiful sister of southbury church however this interview
miss bess as the inspector called her pulled out a pocket-book and became the reporter at once she was versed in her profession and put the shrewdest of questions all the same she appeared to be nervous at times and herick guessed
that it was an innately refined woman struggling with the necessary obstrusiveness of the breadwinner however he did his best to put her at ease and told his story as concisely as possible
my name is james calthrop herrick he said i'm a doctor supposed to be practising in west kensington london my friend joyce was one of my patients is i should say
he lost his mother and fell ill by the way you need not put that down miss andycott all you need to let your readers know is that mr joyce and myself have been on a walking tour and stumbled as i said before on the pines and the body
after which statement herrick detailed the arrival at the lighted house the exploration and the discovery miss indecott put all this down and promised to amplify it in such a manner that would not trench upon herrick's private affairs
then he asked the girl about colonel carr she was rather resident on the subject i do not feel that i'm justified in speaking of the matter she said shaking her head
all i can say is that colonel carr was better than his reputation from what i can gather he was murdered well he expected to be that is she broke off and flushed he expected to be murdered herick looked keenly at her
hush said miss indecott with a glance at the door i have no right to say that it is a long story and not very clear if you remain in saxon if we become better acquainted i might how long do you stay
it all depends upon my friend replied herrick his curiosity at fever heat with these hints he is still ill i'm afraid i must go up and see him now we shall meet again i hope
i think so i shall be at the inquest and you of course i must give evidence joyce also if he is well enough by the way bridge mentioned some relatives of cars who are they
miss marsh and her son said the girl with some reluctance they live in bishop's clothes in bureau mister it will be a great shock to them although they were not on good terms with the colonel
will they be at the inquest mr marsh will be there but his mother is very ill she caught cold a day or two ago and is now in bed with a sharp attack of pneumonia
troubles never come singly said herrick sententuously by the way the suspicions of bridge about frisco i'm sure he is innocent cried miss indecott flushing friscoe was bad but he loved the colonel he would not have killed him i-i'm sure he was innocent cried miss indecott flushing friscoe was bad but he loved the colonel he would not have killed him i
I, I.
She suddenly shook her head, checked herself, and walked out of the room.
Herrick stared.
Was it possible that this charming girl knew the truth?
End of Chapter 2.
Chapter 3 of the Silver Bullet by Fergus Hume.
This Librevox recording is in the public domain.
The verdict of the jury.
Robin awoke calmer after his rest.
The nervous excitement had passed away, but the reaction had left him as weak as a child.
He looked shriveled up and pale when Herrick saw him.
At once the doctor sat down to feel the little man's pulse, which was slow and faint.
You must stay in bed today, ordered the doctor, replacing his watch.
I shall send you up some strong soup, sleep as much as you can.
That is the best thing to pull you round.
should i not get up and look after this business with you there is no need the police have taken charge of the case your evidence is exactly the same as mine so i shall represent you at the inquest
is there to be an inquest asked joyce with languid interest certainly this afternoon at the house from what inspector bridge told me it would seem that colonel carr was shot on tuesday night
is the dead man's name colonel carr yes wicked colonel carr from all accounts he was one of the worst why did he commit suicide
he did not if bridge is to be believed he insists that the man was shot perhaps by a servant who has vanished however we shall hear all that is to be heard this afternoon a color crept into the wan cheek of joyce i should like to get up and hear all that is to be heard this afternoon a color crept into the wan cheek of joyce i should like to get up and hear all that
about it, he said. There might be material for a story. You can hear details later on. At present,
you must stay in bed until we return to town. What about our walking tour? I have decided to cut
that short, replied the doctor. This adventure has given me a distaste for the trip. In a day or so,
when you are rested, we will return to London. My practice is small, but I must attend to it.
and what about me jim well reflected harrick you are now well enough off not to make work an imperative necessity i think you should go abroad for a time and do nothing until you are quite yourself
explore italy or spain and don't do a stroke of work change of seeing and company will make you your old self again in a short time never never moaned choice i shall never get over her death nonsense
Don't give way, Robin. You must be a man. It was so sudden, pleaded Robin, piteously.
I know, didn't I attend her, but apoplexy always ends suddenly. Your mother was a stout woman
and took no exercise. That fit might have been expected. I warned her often. You know I am
sorry for your loss, Robin, but sorrow will not bring back the dead. You have your part to play in the
world, so you must put this grief behind you. If I talk a little brutally, you must excuse me.
To a man of your temperament, sympathy, is the worst thing possible.
In Herrick's hands, Joyce, was more or less of a child, so he submitted, rather against
his will, to remain in bed while his friend went forth to hear the news. As might have been
guessed Robin employed his solitude in gloating over his sorrow.
this weakness he did not dare to reveal to jim fearing least he should be lectured again still he could not but acknowledge to himself that herrick's advice was sensible
meantime the doctor made a tour of the village the villagers swarming like bees in the excitement of the moment recognized a stranger and guessed that this was one of the two gentlemen said to have discovered the body
hence herrick found himself the subject of considerable curiosity but was not molested or accosted in any way until he met with the clergyman
this was on the outskirts of the village where gorse-covered common stretched up to the pine-wood surrounding the house of colonel carr the parson seemed to have been wandering on the waste-land for he appeared suddenly at herrick's elbow like a ghost
probably he had seen the stranger coming and had just stepped out from behind a bush you are dr herrick he asked nervously jim signified that he was i am addressing the vicar he hazarded
the rector corrected the other i am mr pentland corn you will excuse my breaking in on your meditations he continued but i guess that you were the finder of the body of our late lamented friend
from all i have heard there is very little lamentation over the colonel's death scandal and evil tongues replied mr corn rather tauntologically carr had his good points
that is what miss endicott says indeed i was not aware that you knew miss endicott she came to the inn this morning to see inspector bridge about this wait said the reverend pentland in a hurry some mistake miss bess is the jury's mistake miss bess is the jury
Her elder sister, Miss Ida, is the head of the family, the nominal head, I should say,
since Miss Bess manages everything.
The rector smiled as he spoke, and Herrick, on account of that smile, took rather a fancy to him.
The Reverend Pentland Corn, wonderful name, was something under forty, and looked more like a soldier
than a parson.
He had a smart soldierly figure, or a mustache, and his hair,
cropped close. But for his clothes, Herrick would have taken him for a military man. He looked pale.
There were dark circles under his eyes, and he seemed to be laboring under considerable stress of
emotion. Perhaps the death of Carr had been too much for him. Yet, after the first remark,
he shirked the subject and talked of the Endicots.
That is the proper name of the family, said Corin hurriedly. Very old family in these parts,
but Miss Bess
calls her collective brothers and sisters
the Biffs.
Dr. Jim smiled.
There seemed to be something fascinating
about the name,
something characteristic of the girl
he had met at the inn.
The Biffs, he repeated,
laughing outright,
and how is that derived
from the high-sounding name of Endicott?
It is not derived from that at all,
Dr. Herrick.
It is simply the initials of the family.
There are five of them,
Bess Ida, Frank, Flo, and Sidney.
I see, Biffs! How amusing! Do they live near here?
A quarter of a mile away at the back of my house.
Sidney is my pupil, and a strange boy he is.
But I have no business to tell all these things to a stranger, added corn and confusion.
Anything you say to me is perfectly safe, replied Herrick, pleasantly.
I think Miss Bess a clever young lady.
and as good as she is clever.
A great friend of the late colonels, I believe, said Jim.
Pentland Corn moistened his dry lips.
He was kind to her, was his reply, delivered in a faint voice.
You will excuse my emotion, Dr. Herrick, but I am rather shaken by his death.
Usually we are free from crime, and for this to happen in my parish, it is terrible.
You knew Colonel Carr well?
very well i tried to win him from his evil ways but he was cut off in the midst of his sin oh it is awful yet i liked him he was a good friend to me on one occasion the reason i stopped you was to ask if you met any one in the house last night
no one myself and my friend hunted all over it the servant bolted i have been told frisco has certainly disappeared responded corn looking at the ground
but i do not think he is the guilty person he was devoted to the colonel then why did he run away ah who can say there was a mystery in colonel carr's life mr herrick which i fear will never be cleared up you will be at the inquest
yes it takes place at three this afternoon and you sir no i shall not be there i cannot bear to but that is neither here nor there broke off corn hurriedly tell me was the house a light
every room was lighted it plays like a palace in the wood colonel carr's wind he surrounded himself with the most beautiful things and installed the electric light water-powered you know added the rector rather inconsequently
I expect the wheel was going constantly for two days before the body was discovered.
Herrick recollected the murmur in the wood and now guessed that it came from the waterfall,
which turned the wheel for the dynamos.
There was no doubt that Colonel Carr surrounded himself with every comfort.
Did he ever have guests to stay with him, he asked?
The rector made a gesture of surprise.
If you had known Colonel Carr, you would not ask such a question.
he hated his fellow mortals.
Then why had he so many bedrooms?
I cannot tell you, but I am certain,
that he never had anyone to stay in the house.
I have been in it once or twice myself,
and Miss Bess has paid a visit,
but no other person has ever entered.
Hmm.
Quite a mystery.
What about Marsh?
I expect you heard of him from Miss Bess.
He's a great friend of the Biffs.
Stephen Marsh, who'll inherit the Colonel
property, I expect.
What relation was he to Carr?
His nephew, but the two
never spoke. They hated each other.
Mrs. Marsh, then, is the
Colonel's sister. Oh, dear
me, no. The present
Mrs. Marsh is only
stepmother to Stephen.
Violent, terrible woman with
Italian blood in her veins.
It was she, I think, who put Stephen
against his uncle.
She is very ill, I hear, pneumonia.
Dear me, said,
corn startled, why she was at my house on Tuesday, but it was raining when Stephen came for her.
I expect she got a chill then.
No doubt.
At all events, she is seriously ill, now I understand.
Ha, said the director, looking down again.
I wonder if any doctor will attend her.
She has quarrelled with them all.
Well, there's no more to be said, Dr. Herrick, by the way, if I have talked freely, you must
excuse me for doing so. I have a reason. Someday, I hope to tell it to you. Are you stopping here for long?
A day or so I'm on a walking tour with my friend Mr. Joyce. We returned shortly to London.
Good day, Mr. Corn.
Good day, replied the rector, raising his hat, and slipped away into the gorse bushes like a ghost.
Herrick walked on, somewhat puzzled. What was the meaning of this frank speech?
to a stranger. The parson looked smarter, and more of a man of the world, than many serious-minded
people would have approved of. Yet, he had talked, to say the least of it, in the most indiscreet
manner. Moreover, he had promised, quite unnecessarily, to explain his reasoning from doing so
to the doctor. What did it all mean? Does he know something, as well as Miss Bess,
thought Herrick, returning to the inn? Both of them,
seemed to have a better opinion of colonel carr than the rest of the people i seem to be surrounded by mysteries here well we shall see what the inquest will do robin proved more fractious than herrick expected
he was most anxious to be present at the inquest but in the end overruled by the stronger will of his friend he consented to remain where he was the doctor walked by himself to the pines
and was received by inspector bridge who introduced him to the coroner and to dr tiller who had examined the body after some discussion
bridge collected a jury of mixed villagers and bureauminster citizens after these had inspected the body the witnesses were called herrick gave evidence of his discovery of the position of the body and the condition of the house
he was followed by tiller who declared that in his opinion colonel carr had been shot on tuesday night going by the condition of the body he flouted the idea of suicide
the shirt front was neither blackened nor singe said tiller and it would have been had the deceased fired the revolver at so close a range he was shot through the heart and as i believe by some one who stood at the door
it seems to me that he was standing by the bed and heard a footstep on the stairs at once he turned only to meet the levelled revolver the shot passed through his heart and embedded itself in the opposite wall
again there are three other shots in different parts of the body one in the neck another in the abdomen and a third in the right leg but the shot that killed the deceased was the first that went through the heart
how do you know that such a shot was the first asked the coroner from the examination of the wounds replied tiller the remaining three shots were fired when the man was down and dead said the coroner aghast certainly the deceased must have died almost instantaneously
the thrill of horror passed through those present at the idea that the assassin had fired three more shots at the dead body there was something horrible about the wrecking of such vengeance and vengeance it must have been for bridge proved that no robbery had taken place
but the most interesting part of bridge's evidence was yet to come he produced the revolver found in the hand of the dead man all six chambers proved to be loaded therefore
it would not have been this weapon which had been used.
The idea of suicide was out of the question.
Also, gentlemen, continued the inspector,
the first shot was fired with a different weapon
to that employed to fire the other three.
The bullet which passed through the heart
and embedded itself in the wall
has been extracted.
Here it is.
The other three shots were found in the body
and in the floor.
Here they are.
The pieces of evidence thus produced were placed before the jury.
The first bullet was round, of the old-fashioned kind, fired from a muzzle-loading pistol.
The remaining three were conical in shape, and of the most modern manufacture.
plainly, then, two pistols had been used, one of an antique pattern to fire the first shot,
the shot which killed the colonel, and the other revolver of the most modern type.
and this latter had been merely employed to make a target of the dead body finally said bridge after explaining all this the third pistol or rather revolver found in the hand of the deceased was not fired at all the chambers are loaded
there is no smoke-stained on the barrels it was simply put into the left hand of the dead man to hint at suicide the person who did so knew that colonel carr was left-handed
but in his agitation forgot that the six chambers were loaded in fact he defeated his own scheme this evidence was surprising enough why should the assassin use two pistols when one would have sufficed and asked the coroner why do you say he mr inspector
do you then think that the guilty person is a man i don't think a woman would have committed so brutal a murder said bridge bluntly
she would have been satisfied with killing the man and not have proceeded to mutilate the body also the idea of putting a revolver into the hand of the dead would not occur to a woman
there i differ from you mr inspector contradicted the coroner a woman might do such a thing and it is more likely a woman would forget in her agitation that the revolver was loaded than would a man in the like circumstances
inspector and coroner argued out this point at length bridge losing his temper stated that he believed frisco shot his master and called napper as a witness the landlord stated that on tuesday night at six o'clock frisco had been drinking rum at the car arms
he seemed to be angry with his master whom he alleged had treated him badly as he left the inn about seven o'clock he said let him take care or he won't live long
at the time napper thought it was merely a drunken threat but in the face of the death and friscoe's flight he thought that the man was guilty of course the coroner who had lost his temper with bridge told napper that he did not want his opinion but simply as evidence
there was further trouble about this remark in which the inspector got the worst of it the final witness was stephen marsh he was a tall slight young man with bound shoulders and a pensive face
he stated that he had called on the evening of the murder for his mother at the rectory she had been up at the pines in the afternoon and as she drove home told him that colonel carr had expressed its intention
of living for many a long day.
Coroner.
Why is Mrs. Marsh not here to give evidence?
Marsh.
My mother is seriously ill in bed and could not come.
Coroner.
Her evidence must be taken.
Did she say how the conversation came about
to induce the deceased to make such a speech?
Marsh.
Yes, my mother wanted the Colonel to lend her some money.
He refused.
She said that he might as well.
as when he died the estate would come to me it was then that my uncle expressed his determination to live for many a long day i merely give this evidence to show that my uncle had no thought of committing suicide
coroner have you seen your uncle lately marsh no not for six months we were not on good terms coroner how was it then that mrs marsh called to see him on the afternoon of the murder
her. Marsh, she was determined to go. I asked her not to, but she insisted.
At this reply there came a smile upon the faces of those of the jury who lived in Bealminster.
Afterwards, Herrick learned that Mrs. Marsh was well known as possessed of a violent temper,
and there was no doubt, as someone remarked, that she had given the Colonel a good talking to.
However, the evidence of Marsh did not point to a killed Carr.
At the time there was no more available evidence.
Bridge insisted that Frisco was guilty.
He had left the house in the clothes he stood up in,
evidently driven forth in a panic.
He had made inquiries and had heard from the police at Southbury
that Frisco, or a person answering to the description of Frisco,
had gone to London by the morning train.
at this moment harrick asked to be allowed to give further evidence he had just recollected they had seen such a man as was described i was stopping at southbury said herrick waiting for my friend mr joyce
had gone to london he went up on tuesday morning i was stopping at the inn near the railway station i got up early about seven to send a wire to my house in london i had to go to the telegraph office at the house at the town
i had to go to the telegraph office at the station on the platform i saw a stout man with a soft hat pulled over his face he was dressed in a blue serge suit with a red tie and looked like a sailor
i waited until the london train went and saw him get in to the third-class carriage coroner how is it dr herrick that you recollect this only now
because i never thought of the matter before since inspector bridge has given a description of the dress and especially the red tie i am sure the man was friscoe i did not see his face
the coroner was displeased with his evidence and said so in fact he was a disagreeable man with a strong animus against bridge as there was no more evidence he summed up trying to prove that friscoe could have had nothing to do with a murder
However, the jury were of a different opinion and more sensible, so they brought in a verdict
a willful murder against Frisco.
This made the coroner ill-tempered again, and he left the pines in a great rage.
However, the verdict was given, the inquest was at an end, and the jury left the house.
Stephen Marsh, as the nearest relative of the dead man, asked Bridge to allow the three
policemen to remain in the house as he had to return to his mother.
Bridge consented, and then Marsh went up to Herrick, who was standing in the hall.
Doctor, he said, will you come with me to Beiro-Mister?
I want you to attend my mother.
Herrick stared.
She has a doctor already, has she not, Mr. Marsh?
Marsh shook his head.
No, he replied, in a low voice.
No Beeramister doctor will attend her.
Please come, sir, she is so ill.
Although he was partly prepared for this explanation, Herrick, could not help staring.
What had Mrs. Marsh done that the medical fraternity at Beirominster should boycott her in this way?
You are quite sure that no one will attend her? he asked incredulously.
Perfectly, she has quarreled with all the doctors.
I'm very lucky to find you, Dr. Herrick, or I should be obliged to send to London or to Southbury.
and we are so poor that the expense would be too much for us.
You will come, I hope.
Jim liked the young man's face.
It was soft and mild, but remarkably handsome in a dark way.
He could quite understand from such a face
that a woman of imperious temper, such as Mrs. Marsh appeared to be,
could dominate and bully her stepson.
In fact, Stephen gave Herrick the impression of being crushed.
It seemed to be,
fate to meet with people who needed to be bolstered up.
Witness Robin Joyce, also.
He had a shrewd suspicion that the Reverend Pentland Corn was of the weak type.
The proverb says that some men come into the world, booted and spurred.
Others saddled and bridled.
Herrick was of the former type, and these three weaklings of the latter.
However, in spite of his strong will and dominating character, Jim had a kind,
heart he therefore consented to do marsh the favor he asked but i must go first to the end he said my friend is there and i must see after him
i'll wait for you said stephen but pray do not be long i think my mother is dying nonsense said jim cheerily i'll pull around never give way marsh put out his hand and shook jim's i have wanted a friend for many a long day he said
i believe i have found one in you that's all right marsh and so jim took a second burden on his shoulder end of chapter three chapter four of the silver bullet by fergus hume
this librivox recording is in the public domain at bierrominster on their way to the inn herrick and his companion met bess endicott she looked angry and her eyes sparkled as she advanced towards the two men
isn't it a shame she said rapidly that verdict i mean i don't believe that friscoe killed the colonel if he did not there was no reason why he should have run away replied marsh
well cried miss endicott indignantly i did not expect to hear you say that stephen you know as well as i do that the colonel always said that friscoe was in the same danger as he was himself
what danger was that asked herrick sharply bess hesitated and seemed to regret that she had let her tongue wag so freely but marsh answered for her
we do not know what it was he said simply but my uncle always hinted that he had enemies frisco knew his secrets we did not and if that is the case why should frisco kill him retorted bess however what is done can't be undone
i suppose friscoe will be arrested they'll have to catch him first said dr jim a trifle grimly and as the man has got away so rapidly and is now lost in the wilderness of london i expect they will have some difficulty in doing that
you are sure it was frisco you saw at southbury well i did not see his face but the clothes of the man at the station were the same in all respects as those described by napper
i put everything down said miss endicott and now i am going home to bifstead to put the article into shape but i do not believe that frisco is guilty who is i do not pretend to know but i intend to find out
what the police fail to do you cannot best said stephen wag in his head but we must not wait dr herrick is coming with me to birrominster
i'm so glad cried the girl it's a shame none of the doctors seeing your mother how lucky that dr herrick is here i shall see you again doctor shan't i i have much to say to you
i shall call on you with pleasure said jim gravely shaking hands at bifsted i suppose both stephen and bess laughed oh that is only my joke said she i call our family the biff's and the house biff's-steads
stead. The Grange is where we live. Anyone can point out the place. Come when you can.'
As the two men resumed their walk, Herrick, could not forbear expressing himself about
Bess. What a clever girl she is, said he. Those eyes of hers twinkle-like stars when she grows
excited. You know the family, do you not, Marsh? I have known them all my life. We played
together as children. Ida
is my greatest friend.
Herrick glanced a little
jealously at the young man.
I saw her by chance at Southbury,
he said carelessly.
She's very beautiful.
Very, but not so clever as Bess.
Bess is the head and tail
and middle of the family.
Were it not for her, it would go
to pieces. But here we are
at the inn. I'll wait for you
here, Herrick. I won't be
long, said the doctor, and ran up
the stairs. As might be guessed Robin, the selfish, was by no means pleased to be left alone.
He did not want Jim to go to Beiraminsster, not even although the call was so imperative.
What shall I do without you, he asked?
You will go to sleep, replied Herrick calmly.
Now no nonsense, Joyce, I have promised to see, Mrs. Marsh, and I must keep my word.
How long will you be?
It all depends upon the state in which I find Mrs. Marsh.
If she is very ill, I may stay all night.
Goodbye, Robin.
Goodbye, returned the little man, a trifle sulkily.
There is far too much of the good Samaritan about you, Jim.
You never think of that in relationship to yourself, said Herrick, with a laugh.
I hope to be back this evening.
Make yourself comfortable.
As he ran down to rejoin Marsh,
he could not help contrasting the two natures of stephen and robin it is true that he had not had much experience of marsh but from what he had seen of him he judged that he was of a grateful kindly disposition
Joyce, on the other hand, although he looked upon Jim as his best friend, was selfish to the
core.
Herrick from long association, and because he had plucked him back on one occasion from
the grave, was attached to him, but he oftentimes acknowledged that were not robin an
interesting case from a medical point of view, as he undoubtedly was, he could not stand
much of him.
Still, he had been so long the little man's friend that he had been so long, that he was.
could not tear himself away from old associations. Nevertheless, Robin's yoke was beginning
the gall, and Herrick was glad to get a day away from his society. Friendship is a tender
plant, and nothing kills it sooner than selfishness. But Robin, in his peevish self-satisfaction,
had not the sense to see that.
"'Do you mind going by the bus?' asked Marsh with a flush.
"'I am not rich enough to afford a cart.
of any sort.
I am quite used to public conveyances, said Herrick gaily,
and as to you are being poor, the dark days are over now.
I suppose so, replied Marsh, thankfully, at least my uncle,
who he's told me that I was to be his heir,
although we quarreled so much.
I have to take the name of Carr and fulfill certain duties.
I do not know what they are, but I shall do them, if only to get
the money. I do so want to be rich. Ah, here's the bus. What about the will? asked Herrick,
as they climbed up to the roof of the clumsy conveyance. Pardon me, perhaps, I should not ask you.
I do not mind in the least, said Stephen, indeed. I'm glad to find that you take an interest in me.
I have had a lonely life. The Biffs are my only friends. By the way, who told you about the Biffs?
herrick described his meeting with pentland corn and the conversation that had ensued he was remarkably confidential said herrick
that is strange said marsh thoughtfully he usually keeps his mouth very much closed however he added in a lighter tone we can talk of him again at present we will speak of the will i have written to my uncle's solicitors informing them of his terrible death
i expect to hear from them to-morrow or the next day perhaps later who are your uncle's lawyers or rather i should say yours furth and
of steel lane cheapside asked herrick in a tone of surprise yes do you know them i know of them they are the solicitors of my friend joyce that is strange said marsh gaily the world is very small after all is it not
but i'm forgetting my mother he added sadly i was told that mrs marsh was your stepmother so she is but we get on very well together she is devoted to me i expect you have heard of her violent temper
well i have said herrick hesitatingly it seems to be well known if you'll excuse my saying so oh it's town talk replied stephen with a vexed flush but she is really a good dear one
and her own worst enemy. Since my father's death five years ago, she has been my best friend,
once she nursed me through a most serious illness. There are worse women in the world than my
stepmother Herrick, as you will find. She is a noble-looking woman, and I am glad to be rich,
if only for her sake. She is fond of luxury, but for my sake has borne poverty, and we have been
very, very poor, finished Stephen, with a sigh.
Every word the young man uttered revealed his good heart.
Jim was pleased to find such an unsophisticated youth for once in his life.
The young men he knew were usually old before their time, and took a pride in being so.
But Marsh talked with such candor that Herrick saw he was as simple as the day.
You are a good fellow, Marsh, said Jim.
I'm glad to have met you.
I echo your compliment, said the other,
but here we are at Berylminster.
I hope my mother is no worse.
The vehicle stopped at the foot of the hill
upon which the cathedral was built.
Herrick followed his companion up a winding street,
as steep as those at Malta,
and after a breathless climb,
found himself in the great square.
the vast fabric of the cathedral rose black against the saffron sky and the bells were ringing for the evening service stephen led the way towards the far corner of the square and turned into a dingy side street sloping down the other side of the hill
stopping at a tall narrow house three doors down he admitted himself by means of his latch-key and conducted his companion into a dark passage
a woman with a candle held high above her head appeared at the end she was very old with white hair and fierce black eyes a foreigner has herrick guessed
how's my mother petronella asked stephen hurriedly ah grand deal bad very bad seor replied the old italian she die if no doctor come i have brought one petronella
Thanks be to the saints, cried Petronella.
This way, Signor d'Actoré.
My signora is up the stair.
Piano, piano.
She is bad, so bad, piano.
Herk suppressed a laugh.
The piano.
Piano of Petronella reminded him of the opening chorus
in the barber of Seville.
However, he recovered his grave air
when introduced into the bedroom of Mrs. Marsh.
A very few minutes' examination convinced him that she was extremely ill.
Her pulse was rapid.
She was in a high fever, and her face looked scarlet.
Still she was conscious, and when the doctor had finished with her, for the time being, she
beckoned to her stepson.
The death, the examination, she asked hoarsely.
The jury brought in a verdict of willful murder against Frisco.
In spite of the pain she was suffering, Mrs.
Marsh sank back on her pillow with a smile.
I always thought that man would kill Carr some day, she muttered.
Who is the doctor, Stephen?
Marsh detailed all he knew about, Herrick,
while that gentleman was giving directions to Petronella.
His stepmother listened attentively, and nodded when he finished.
I am glad that he had the decency to come, she said.
These wretches here should be punished by the law.
I don't want to die now.
There's a chance of being comfortable for the rest of my life.
You must not talk, Mrs. Marsh, said Herrick, coming to her bedside,
and I think your son had better go downstairs.
Am I very ill? asked the woman.
Oh, you are not so bad as you might be, replied Jim cheerfully.
Do not excite yourself, obey my directions, and you will be all right shortly.
I suffer such pain, smone Mrs.
Marsh, I can get no sleep,
chloral.
What's that? asked Herrick sharply.
Chloral or morphia.
Give me something to soothe the pain.
I'll see to it, said the doctor cheerfully,
and looked at the handsome face of his patient.
He saw that she was a highly-strung woman,
and from the word she had used, he guessed
that she was in the habit of taking chloral to induce sleep.
Mrs. Marsh was a kind of person.
who had entered days in a madhouse, if not soothed, by artificial means.
From the passionate expression in her eyes, the wrinkles on her face,
her impatient gestures, Herrick saw that she had absolutely no control over her temper.
Perhaps the rumors he had heard of her influenced such a judgment,
but afterwards he found that he was absolutely right.
The outbursts of rage to which Mrs. Marsh was subject
were little removed from madness.
The only person who could deal with her was Petronella,
who, as Herrick learned,
had been her nurse and knew how to manage and humor her.
I shall stay here all night, he said, to the Italian,
after certain remedies had been applied.
Make up a bed for me somewhere,
and send out to the chemist for this prescription to be made up.
It was late when Jim descended.
He found Stephen waiting for him at the first.
foot of the stairs, and was conducted by him into a small, bare room, sparsely furnished with
two arm-chairs, a few books, and a table covered with writing materials.
Herrick, rather tired, threw himself into one of the chairs and informed Stephen that he
would stay the night.
"'Is my mother so ill?' asked a young man anxiously.
"'Pretty bad, but I've seen worse cases.
don't you trouble yourself, Marsh. I'll do the best I can to save her life.'
"'Save her life,' echoed Stephen sadly.
"'Ah, what a terrible thing it will be if she dies now, when wealth is coming.
She always wanted to be rich, and now, life is very cruel.'
"'That depends upon the way you look at it,' said Jim.
"'Give me some supper, Marsh, and a whiskey. I feel rather played out.'
the meal was waiting in a poverty-stricken-looking dining-room jim saw that the pauperisms of the marshes was no fiction they were evidently terribly poor certainly the colonel had done nothing to alleviate their distress
he would not give us a penny said stephen after supper and when they were smoking in the small room which proved to be the young man's special sanctum all the time he kept telling me that i was his heir
but refused to help my mother and me i do not want to speak evil of the dead added stephen but colonel carr he shook his head by this time herrick had seen his patient sinking into a sleep
and leaving petronilla to call him should anything go wrong was prepared for a little conversation he utilized the time by asking marsh about himself and his uncle
the young man answered him with the utmost frankness and indeed seemed glad to have a friend in whom he could confide my father was a gentleman farmer he said
but he attended more to pleasure than the business while out hunting he saved the life of miss carr the colonel's sister afterwards she married him
i was her only child for my mother died when i was born my father lost all his money from reckless living and went abroad for economy in italy he met my stepmother who was the daughter of an english consul by an italian mother
he met her in a little town on the adriatic coast her father was dead and she was alone save for petronella it was her intention to become a singer but she fell in love with my father he brought her home to birraminster along with petronella
who would not leave her with what remained of his money my father bought this house five years ago he died leaving my mother two hundred a year
with his freehold and that income we have managed to scrape along i was educated at bedford and afterwards went to oxford my father said that though he could give me no money he could at least afford me a decent education
i believe he pinched himself to do so mrs marsh helped me for she has always been good to me i was twenty-one years old when my father died and after the funeral i wanted to go to london
and become a journalist mrs marsh however would not hear of this she insisted that i was the colonel's heir and that i should wait until he died
ah interrupted herrick shaking his head bad thing waiting for death-band shoes do you think it was my wish to do so protested stephen passionately
i should have much preferred to earn my own living and fight my way in london i have some talent as a poet and a writer and i was prepared to battle with a world like other people but mrs marsh made me stop with her
i am twenty-six years of age now and i have done nothing i write poetry and send it to the american magazines also a few prose articles these keep me supplied with pocket-money it was bess who put me on to the new york papers
there the editors are more open to new talent and the colonel refused to help you always but i never asked him i hated that man said marsh between his seat
teeth. I never went near his house. At times my mother called to see him. She always fought viciously
with him, and I think he liked her for that. Most people were afraid of him, and he admired her
for standing up to him. Colonel Carr thought me a fool and a weakling, because I stayed with
Mrs. Marsh instead of going out into the world. But I ask you, Herrick, what else could I have
done? Mrs. Marsh has always been good to me.
She sacrificed much so that I might be well educated.
So the least I could do was to stop with her.
Again and again, I wanted her to come with me to London.
But she always refused.
I understand, said Jim, filling this pipe,
she wished to keep an eye on the Colonel.
I think so.
Carr always said that I was to be his heir.
He has no relative but me,
and he was reported to be wealthy.
I should think so, Marsh.
That house is filled with treasure.
Did he inherit his money?
Stephen looked up alertly.
Ah, now, you are touching on the secret of Carr's life, he said, with some excitement.
His father died ruined, and left him nothing but the pines with a few acres of farm and cornland.
Do you know how old Colonel Carr was, Doctor?
No, I saw him only after his death, not very much.
old, I should say.
Just sixty, replied Stephen, and into his life he crammed enough wickedness to fill a century.
He was twenty when his father died and in the army.
By gambling and speculating, he supported himself and left his sister, my mother, in that old
ruined house.
Afterwards he left the army, cashiered for cheating at cards, and led a hand to mouth
existence. But he would never sell the pines, however hard up he was. He stopped there on occasions
and played the devil all round. I can't tell you how bad he was. It is the common talk of the
countryside. He was called Mad Car and Wicked Carr. Colonel Carr put in Herrick? No, he was only a
captain when he left the army at the age of thirty. I believe he called himself Colonel. When he
returned ten years ago.
From what quarter of the world?
Marsh shook his head.
I cannot tell you, he said slowly.
For twenty years, Carr vanished from England.
My mother was left behind in the old house,
and afterwards married my father.
She should have made a better match,
but she had little money,
and the reputation of her brother did her no good.
However, she married my father,
and afterwards died when I had.
was born. That was the end of her. The Colonel left his lawyers to look after the property
and remained away. I always heard that it was in South America he picked up his money.
At all events, he returned here ten years ago with plenty of cash. The first thing he did
was to put the house in order and fill it with splendid furniture. He engaged the staff
of servants and wanted to entertain. At first the people were disposed to be
friendly. But he went on worse than ever, and everybody caught him. In a rage, he sent away all the
servants and only kept Frisco. Did Frisco come back with him from South America? Yes, but whether
was South America or North, I cannot say. Friscoll could hold his tongue when he chose. However, Carr turned
his back on the country people and went on worse than ever. He was said to be mad, but I think it was
merely devilment myself.
One queer thing he did?
No, two queer things.
The building of the tower was one, said Herrick shrewdly.
Marsh nodded, and the other mad act
was the throwing down of the walls and fences around the pines.
Dr. Jim looked puzzled.
Hmm, said he.
I noticed that the house had no fences round it.
One came upon it suddenly,
as if it had been dropped from the sky.
eyes. Car threw down the walls to show that he was not afraid. On the other hand, he must have built the tower to show that he was. I do not understand what you mean.
Why, it is not difficult, if you remember, what you said to me when we met that girl. You hinted that car was afraid of something in which Frisco was concerned. Well, then, evidently, his first attitude was one of defiance towards this fear.
afterwards he thought better of it and built the tower a man would not leave that splendid house to sleep at a bare room at the top of a tower unless he was afraid
i think you are right said stephen musingly but i don't know what he was afraid of it was the third year after he returned that he built the tower and he was in such a hurry to get it done that he had the men working at it by night
you know he has a magnificent system of electricity round about the pines well the lights were on night after night until the tower was finished and relays of workmen replaced one another the whole county wandered at the way carr went on
he gave no explanation no he saw no one but shut himself up like a hermit frisco attended the house and cooked the colonel's meals but i think carr often cooked for himself he was fond of cooking for eight years he never went outside that house
that accounts for the gymnasium the bowling alley and the shooting gallery what about his business he did it all by means of letter furth and furth sent down a clerk occasionally
car was a clever man of business and invested his money in good securities so my mother said she used to beard him in his den and the clergyman corn
yes he called also to try and reform the colonel but he did not succeed a good fellow corn but weak can hold his tongue though on the contrary he talked a good deal to me
so you said muttered stephen i wonder what he meant by that did he know the secret of carr's life not that i know of corn always kept his mouth shut as i said why should he have talked openly to you or not that i know of corn always kept his mouth shut as i said why should he have talked openly to you
I can't say.
It seems to me that there are mysteries on all sides, said Herrick, with a shrug.
Miss Bess used to visit Carr, you say?
She did once or twice, but I shall leave her to tell you of her visits and her opinion of her host.
Marcia, said Dr. Jim after a pause.
Have you any idea who murdered Carr?
No, not the remotest, unless it was Frisco.
On the face of it one would think so.
why did friscoe run away stephen rubbed his chin i think we must ask bess said he thoughtfully if anyone knows what is at the back of all this it is best endicott
end of chapter four chapter five of the silver bullet by fergus hume this labrovoc's recording is in the public domain the theory of mrs marsh
for the next week or so harrick had his hands full mrs marsh grew rapidly worse and several times nearly slipped through his fingers
but the doctor's skills petronella's nursing and above all the indomitable determination of mrs marsh not to die enabled her to turn the corner she became much better but still suffered from racking pains at times herick gave her morphia
but did so sparingly from petronella he learned that she had taken chloral for years past and feared that if she gained a taste for morphia she might take to it instead of the weaker drug for stephen's sake jim could not let that happen
never had herrick had so unruly a patient he did not wonder that she had quarrelled with all the be of mr doctors the wonder was that she had a friend left her temper her temper was that she had a friend left her temper
was ungovernable and she fought herrick on every point that did not chime in with her inclinations in spite of the fact he was attending her out of sheer kindness and had intimated to stephen that he expected no fee
mrs marsh abused him virulently whenever she felt so inclined but then she abused everyone even petronella who was her slave
as to stephen devoted as he was to her she could not find words bad enough for him sometimes he was a fool a ninny a milk-sop he lived upon her charity etc etc
yet there were times when the young man was all that was good in her eyes even herrick came in for a share of praise at odd moments grand deal petronella would say to herrick after some tussle was there ever such a devola
as the pedrona.
The old Italian woman had taken a great fancy to Dr. Jim.
He was good to her mistress, whom she idolized.
He was kind to Petronella herself and could speak her language.
He had once made a tour of Europe for three years with a young dipsomaniac
and had contrived to pick up three or four tongues,
which she spoke remarkably correctly,
Spanish, French, German, Italian.
in. Dr. Jim knew them all, and could both read and write them with wonderful accuracy.
In the eyes of Petronella, he was a marvelous man, and she often talked to him on subjects
which she would not discuss with anyone else.
Do not be angry with a badrona.
Signor d'Actori, she said sometimes.
It is the blood of the Mikolodo family, huh?
The Mikolodai were wicked.
like Colonel Carr, on Petronella.
Signor d'Actori, the Colonel was an angel of light to the wicked Mikolati.
The Padrona is the last of them, and it is not wonder she is angry.
Per Bacco, added Petronella, who could swear on occasions.
See this Casa, a fitting casa for the last of the Grand Signore.
But it is all right now, Petronella.
as soon as your signora can be removed we shall take her to the pines that is a fine casa if you like petra nella spat and shook her white elf-locks it will bring no luck ha signor
but that man had the evil eye once i went with a madrona to see him he overlooked me although i made horns and i hurt my foot if my pedrona goes to that casa she will die
herrick shrugged his shoulders and did not argue there was no means of persuading petronella out of the spite she had taken to the pines it was now the property of stephen marsh the senior partner of furth and furth had come down personally with the will
this left stephen the house on condition that he pulled down the tower furthermore the personal property of the late colonel amounting to eight thousand a year well invested was given to the year-and-one to the year-invested was given to the year-and-a-year and the year-invested was given to the year
young man on a still more curious condition.
You are to have a special vault constructed in Saxon churchyards, said Mr. Firth.
It is to be built of stone and lined with sheet-iron.
The body of our late client is to be put in there, and you alone are to hold the key of the
door.
Once a month you are to enter the vault and see that the body is safe.
If you do this for a year, then the property becomes yours absolutely.
If you miss going once, the money goes to Frisco.
To Frisco, the Colonel's servant, said Stephen in surprise.
And by that name, Mr. Firth?
Yes, it is legal enough, but the man evidently murdered his master and has gone away to avoid consequences.
I do not think you will be troubled by him.
Also, Mr. Marsh, or rather Mr. Carr, since you have to take the name, you can avert all chance of this
man getting the money by visiting the vault monthly for a year.
Here was another mystery, why the money should have been left to Frisco, no one could guess.
Stephen often talked it over with Herrick, but could come to no conclusion. However, he set
to work to carry out the terms of the will. The body of workmen were employed to take down
the tower, and Mr. Corn was seen about the construction of a new vault. Evidently the colonel
did not consider his remains would be safe in the ancestral burial place.
In spite of all secrecy, the countryside came to know of the strange provision of Carr's will,
and it was said that he wanted to make sure that his body would not be carried off by the devil,
to whom he had sold himself.
In fact, the general opinion was, at some night,
the remains would be carried off like those of the old woman of Berkeley.
The villagers grew confused over the matter
and did not distinguish between the body and soul.
While Mrs. Marsh was slowly getting better,
and Stephen was attending to the carrying out of the will,
Dr. Jim remained Saxon, or rather,
for the sake of his patient, he lived at Beyromanster,
paying occasional visit to the village.
Robin had long since returned to London
and had left in much anger at Jim's refusal
to accompany him.
You have found a new friend, he said angrily,
and I must go to the wall.
I do call it unfair, Jim.
My dear Robin, I cannot be your shadow.
You are quite well able to look after yourself now.
I took you for this walking tour to do you good.
Now you are in excellent health.
I must remain here until Mrs. Marsh is quite well.
Remember, if I go she has no doctor to attend her.
i can't do without you persisted robin you have such an influence over me that i am lost if you are away you must take up your life on your own shoulders replied herrick impatiently it is no use relying on other people
but if you feel that i am so indispensable to you why not stay here you have money no ties you can do your work here better than in london i want to go back to town if i stay here i shall not see much more than in london
i want to go back to town if i stay here i shall not see much of you marsh is your friend now i like marsh he's a good fellow and i can make something of him i suppose robin you think i'm after his money but you know me better than that
the three hundred a year i have is enough for me i was never a man for luxury i never thought or hinted such a thing said joyce with a blush
well if you like to stay here jim i'll return to london and we can meet when you return i suppose you'll be back some time that is if miss endicott will let you go
nonsense replied dr jim she has no thought of me i like her very much but in my present state of poverty i could not ask her to be my wife joyce said nothing more but the next week took his leave he was much missed in saxon
where his bright talk and merry face had made him a general favorite the biffs especially were sorry bess had for gathered with joyce on the common ground of literature and she lamented when he departed
why can't you stay here she said in her blunt way you can work better in the country no miss bess i'm like charles lamb london is my home i cannot get enough of the divine fire in this tame locality
there's nothing tame about it cried bess fired with indignation joyce laughed not to you perhaps but i preferred london myself however i hope you will let me come down and see you at times and we can correspond and if you have any manuscripts you think well of send them to me i will see what i can do with them
this arrangement was made and robin taken a friendly leave of jim went back to his west kensington fiat he wrote frequently at first but after a time his letters became rarerick was sorry but on the whole somewhat relieved to be rid of such a burden
for robin was one of those people who were delightful to meet and terrible to live with had he been ill or in trouble the conscientious jim would have stayed with him
but since he had been particularly well after that attack of nerves when the body was discovered there was no necessity for herrick to martyrise himself further and besides jim had fallen seriously in love with ida
when mrs marsh was fairly on the road to recovery stephen had taken jim over to saxon and had introduced him to the biffs they lived in a tumbled-down house of considerable size down a deep and leafy lane
at one time the endicots had been great folks but the late mr endicott who had married the daughter of an earl had squandered the revenues of the family
his wife lady arabella had died of sheer worry and mr endicott had found himself alone with five children and an impoverished estate for a time he did his best to keep things together but ultimately died as it was said of a broken heart
it seemed probable that the five children would go on the parish what a fall for the haughty endocot it was at this juncture that lord gartham stepped in he was an irish peer and poor himself
but he could not see his sister's children entirely penniless ida was the eldest at twenty-four when her father died bess had reached the age of twenty-three and sidney the youngest was sixteen
the five endicots were all handsome and had high spirits the poorer than the proverbial church mouse what was to be done who earn our own living said bess who was the most energetic of the five
ida can look after the house frank can manage the farm and sydney can go to school and i shall ask mr arch to take me on to the weekly chronicle
but my dear child expostulated the earl what does it matter cried bess we are the endicots whatever we may do everybody knows who we are and what we are there is nothing disgraceful in earning our own living uncle
the earl rather a helpless person who had never done a stroke of honest work in his life was rather surprised at the energy of bess however her scheme recommended itself to his favor
since there was absolutely no other way of settling the matter in one way or another lord gartham paid off the debts by selling some of the land and arranged that the united five should have a small income with which they had to increase as best they could
thus it was that the indecots found themselves with their ancestral home a small farm two hundred a year and the world before them
they were all young and hearty so they thought very little of the matter bess obtained the post on the weekly chronicle at beerlemister i had looked after the house and frank managed the farm
floe was put to a beelminster school when she returned once a week to saxon and sidney studied under mr corn who expressed the desire to take him
the countryside all approved of this independent spirit and made much of the biffs when the colonel died this had been going on for three years ida was still unmarried as she had refused several offers
i cannot leave the children she said and people were divided as to the wisdom of this attitude some said it was right but the majority agreed that it was a pity such a beautiful girl should develop into an old maid
But the fact is no one knew Ida's secret.
She was in love with Stephen,
and although they had never spoken on the subject,
they understood one another very well.
Hitherto Stephen's poverty
had prevented him from speaking openly.
Now the inheritance of eight thousand a year
had altered all that,
and he intended to ask Ida to be his wife
on the very earliest opportunity.
It was a pity Jim did not know of this,
He had fallen in love with Ida, and as she was always pleasant to him, it never crossed his mind, that her heart was engaged.
Open on most points with his new friend, Stephen, out of delicacy for Ida, was recant about his love.
So Jim continued to live in a fool's paradise, and not even the sharp-eyed Joyce had been able to enlighten him.
Certainly Mrs. Marsh had spoken to Jim on the subject.
She wanted Stephen to marry Miss Endicott,
but Dr. Herrick thought that was merely her own desire,
and did not think there was anything serious between the young people,
nor could Mrs. Marsh inform him of more than the fact that they liked one another,
and that it was the desire of her heart to see them married.
One day when Stephen was at Saxon, Mrs. Marsh had a long time,
talk with the doctor in which she saw more of her stormy character than had ever been shown to him before she could sit up in bed now and wearied of the society of petronelot frequently asked herick to stay beside her
you are one of the few sensible men i have met she said drawing her black brows together come and talk i want you to tell me what you think of stephen what can i think but that he is the best of fellows of
replied Jim, taking a chair by the bedside.
Hmm, that sounds like the weakest of men.
Stephen, I mean.
You are strong enough in every way.
That is why I want you to look after Stephen.
How do you mean look after him, Mrs. Marsh?
The widow mused for a time before replying.
He is a good-hearted fool, she said, at last,
and with his sweet nature is likely to be imposed upon in this world.
now he was rich and scoundrels will prey on him.
I want you to see that he comes to no harm.
But I have to return to London, remonstrated Jim,
rather taken aback by the responsibility thrust upon him.
I am not a rich man, Mrs. Marsh,
and I must look after my practice.
I can arrange all that, she replied sharply.
You are a good man, Dr. Herrick.
I can see that, and I'm no fool.
all your influence over Stephen will be for good.
I can get him to offer you some inducement to stay beside him,
at all events until he is married.
Until he is married, echoed Jim Puzzled.
Has he any intention of getting married?
Not that I know of.
He has too much wrapped up in his poetry,
but I wish him to marry Ida Endicott.
She's a well-born girl and a good woman.
I think she will make Stephen an excellent woman.
wife, she likes him.
Jim felt the blood flush in his face.
Like it is not love, he said, in a rather irritated tone.
Mrs. Marsh pulled the curtain aside so that the light fell on the face of the young man.
Then after a scrutiny, she gave a short laugh.
So that's it, is it, is it? she said.
You are in love with a girl.
I never said so, Mrs. Marsh.
Shaw.
You can't blind me.
I'm a woman.
Come, you are in love.
Herk shrugged his broad shoulders.
I do not see why I should deny it, he said coldly.
I'm in love with Miss Endicott,
but so far as I can judge, she is not in love with me.
I don't think she's in love with anyone, replied Mrs. Marsh,
but I have not seen enough of her to judge.
If I could only see them together, I could tell.
She likes Stephen, though.
but here I am chained to this bed and cannot get out to attend the matters of importance.
She eyed here steadily.
So you are in love with her?
Well, it has been the desire of my life to see Stephen married to Ida.
But for all that, I want you to stay.
Stephen shall give you a thousand a year to stay.
My dear Mrs. Marsh,
now don't contradict me, or you will put me out of temper.
and you know what that means i ask you to stop to show my regard for you many another woman would get you out of the way rather than see her pet scheme interfered with
i am not that sort of narrow-minded person you shall have your chance along with stephen if she loves you marry her in god's name and let's have done with the matter if however she prefers my poor stephen
sweet-hearted fool that he is you must promise me not to put any obstacle in the way of the marriage if miss endicott prefers your step-son i certainly should not think of objecting mrs marsh said herrick stiffly your remark is rather unnecessary
i don't think it is retorted the widow you are a gentleman i know but you are also a human being and when love comes into the question there are a few things a man will not do or
or a woman for the matter of that she clenched her thin hand that laid outside the coverlet and her face darkened i know i know she muttered between her teeth who should know but i who have suffered give me something to drink doctor my throat is dry with talking
i think i'd better leave you said herrick after her thirst was assuaged you are wearying yourself don't go cried mrs marsh abruptly i have much to say of importance i may not be here long to say it
nonsense mrs marsh you are getting better much better all the same i may die one never knows said the widow gloomily herick laughed at these forebodings what said he trying to joke her out of so morbid a mood
have you enemies like carr anyone who came into contact with car was bound to have enemies said mrs marsh bitterly he was a devil if ever there was one however this is not to the point
she went on impatiently i want to know if you will stay with stephen for a thousand a year it is a tempting offer to a poor man like myself said herrick with some hesitation but until stephen himself asks me to stay i cannot promise
he may not wish.
Oh, that is all right, Dr. Herrick,
Stephen knows that you are his best friend.
I want you to take him in hand and make a man out of him.
He is too fond of pouring over books
and too careless of his physical health.
Make him ride and golf and all the rest of it.
I have been a fool keeping him so much beside me.
But I love the boy, and that was my woman's weakness.
Now he is rich.
Teach him how to use him.
how to use his riches and be happy.
You have the most influence over him, said Herrick, still hesitating.
I have had too much, and not for the best, was her gloomy reply?
No, you are the teacher he wants, besides, who knows what may happen to me.
Herrick looked at her uneasily, again she had hinted at something of danger to herself.
I wish you would be plain with me, he said.
What do you mean? asked Mrs. Marsh for the first of her.
frown. I think you can guess, retorted the doctor. You hit at your dying, so far as I know.
There is not the least likelihood of your doing so, unless you take an overdose of that
chloral, which I am always advising you to leave off. Have you some enemy who is likely to?
No, replied Mrs. Marsh, with unnecessary violence. I have no enemy, but I feel. I have a
presentiment that I am not long for this world.
As an Italian, you know, I am bound to be superstitious.
I should think that the English part of your blood would revolt against such morbid nonsense.
Again, I say, you are not plain with me.
I am, how dare you talk to me, so, cried Mrs. Marsh furiously.
You are the one man I have met in this world of fools, other than that dead devil car.
If I made a confidant of anyone, it would be of you.
But so far as I personally am concerned, there is nothing to say.
But Stephen, she hesitated, and fell to plucking restlessly at the coverlet.
Well, you wish me to be his bear leader, if he's willing, I am willing.
A thousand a year is not to be despised.
Moreover, my conscience is perfectly clear, has regards Miss Endicott.
I understand, if she must be.
loves you, marry her by all means. If Stephen is her choice, you must promise.
I promise nothing, said Herrick, impatiently, walking to and fro. There's no necessity to
promise. I'm a man of honor. If Stephen and Miss Endicott love one another, I am the last
man in the world to step between them. You know that. If I didn't, I should not ask you to stop
and look after him, said Mrs. Marsh cynically. However, you complained of my want of confidence.
I'm going to amend that.
Do you know why I want you to stay with Stephen?
To make a man of him, so you said.
Not certainly, but it is something of an excuse.
I also want you.
And this is the main reason to guard him.
Against whom?
What are you hinting at? asked Herrick sharply.
At Frisco, was the unexpected reply.
Oh, you may look astonished, but if you remember the will,
Well?
The will, repeated Dr. Jim, I see what you mean.
The money goes to Frisco if Stephen should neglect to visit the vault monthly for a year.
What of that?
This much.
Frisco killed Colonel Carr.
Oh, I'm sure of it.
If not, why did he fly?
Besides, there's no one else I can think of, who had an interest in Carr's death.
I do not know what secrets he had.
but what there were Frisco knew.
That was why Carr left the money to him, failing Stephen.
Nonsense. If Friscoe possessed Colonel Carr's secrets,
he could have blackmailed him without the necessity of murder.
"'Ah, you don't know,' cried Mrs. Marsh mysteriously,
"'I have heard Frisco and Carr quarrel.
It is my belief, if you remember, Napper's evidence,
that they quarreled on the night of the murder.
They must have fought a duel, which is just what two devils like them would do.
Frisco killed his master before he could fire a shot.
That is why all the chambers of the revolver were found loaded.
Well, Frisco has had the fly, but he will not give of his chance of getting the money.
No, he will.
Here Mrs. Marsh bent forward to whisper,
he will try and maim or kill Stephen,
so that he may not fulfill the conditions of the will,
and visit the vault.
Then Frisco will claim the money.
I have thought this all out while lying here.
It is a genius, replied Herrick,
but you forget that if Frisco shows himself he will be arrested.
That stops his attempting to harm Stephen.
Mrs. Marsh shook her head.
You do not know Frisco, I do, she said,
and not another word could Herrick extract from her.
End of Chapter 5.
Chapter 6 of the Silver Bullet by Fergus Hume
This Librevox recording is in the public domain.
The Changeling
While the tower at the Pines was being pulled down,
Stephen paid frequent visits to Saxon.
Sometimes Dr. Herrick went with him,
and together they would go through the wonderful house.
Marsh had never before been inside it,
and he was amazed at the luxury.
his life had been so simple so deprived of all beauty that his artistic temperament had been starved from lack of nutriment highly gifted with the imaginative faculty possessed of a keen perception of loveliness
Stephen reveled in the beautiful things which filled every corner of the house.
"'You will have to get a wife to share it all,' said Herrick one day,
after his conversation with Mrs. Marsh.
He looked keenly at the young man as he spoke.
Stephen, however, betrayed no emotion.
"'I suppose I shall have to marry some day,' he said coolly.
"'If I were to die without children, my cousin would get the property.'
i did not know you had a cousin said herrick rather astonished i believe so a distant cousin although i have never seen him my mother can tell you all about him
It seems that Colonel Carr's father had a younger brother, who was turned out by his father.
He went to America and married there.
Then he died, leaving a widow and a daughter.
The widow died, and the daughter married some one in the States.
I do not know the name, but my mother may.
I believe there's a son, but whether he is in America or in England, I cannot say.
Hmm, said Jim, very interesting.
I must ask your mother about this.
If you secure the property by complying with the conditions of the will,
it will be yours entirely.
Even if you do not marry, you will be able to leave it to whomsoever you please.
I should leave it to my cousin, whatever's name is, said Stephen, in a careless tone.
It seems to me that he has the right to enjoy it after me,
since he is of the car blood.
Always provide it you do not.
marry and have children. Of course, but there is time enough to think of marriage. I want my mother
to be sole mistress of this beautiful place for a time. She has had such a dose of poverty
that I should like her to taste luxury. You are not in love, then, asked Herrick in a jocular tone.
I don't know, this time, Stephen flushed. I'll tell you when I am. Meantime, let me enjoy the
present. I'll soon have this towered
down, and the house put the rights. Then my mother can come. I hope you will stay also,
Herrick, he added rather anxiously. I don't want to lose my friend, you know.
It all depends, replied Jim, with a flush. He was thinking of Ida. I will remain until your
mother is quite well. You may be sure of that. Nothing more was said at the time,
Herrick could not be certain that Stephen was in love with Ida, or that the girl had set her heart
on Marsh. They were excellent friends, but in spite of Herrick's
link's eye, he could not learn if they understood one another. As a matter of
fact, they did, but neither of them wish the hurry matters. Both felt that
Mrs. Marsh would have to be consulted before anything was settled, and
therefore waited until she recovered her health and was established at the Pines.
Mrs. Marsh slowly regained her strength and almost dispensed with Herrick
attendance. She never recurred to the subject of Ida or of Frisco after that one interview.
Although Herrick several times tried to make her speak, evidently she knew something about the
man, perhaps had heard the colonel speak of him, but whatever it was, she kept her own counsel.
There was no need that she should do otherwise, perhaps. If Friscoe had made his appearance,
she might have been induced to speak out, but the ex-sailer, as Herrick learned,
he was, had vanished completely. He was traced of Paddington Station, and after that
all signs of the trail was lost. Like a raindrop, he had disappeared into the mighty
sea of London life, and in spite of all offers of reward, not a hint could be gained of his
whereabouts. It was generally considered that he was a criminal, most people, holding that he had
shot the Colonel unawares. Napper's evidence went to prove that the two men were on
on bad terms with one another, and probably Frisco excited by rum, and a sense of his
wrongs, whatever these might be, had returned to the pines with the intention of writing himself.
No one entertained the idea of a duel having been fought. Only Mrs. Marsh gave Friscoe
that grace. Herrick considered her theory as a feasible one, and felt that it was confirmed
by the fact that the revolver found in a dead man's hand being loaded. If Friscoe had been loaded,
If Frisco had fired first, the colonel would have fallen with his weapon undischarged,
and this would account for the six chambers being filled.
But what it would not account for was the fact of one bullet being different to the remaining three.
That was a puzzle, and Dr. Jim could in no wise arrive at the solution of the problem,
although he thought over it a great deal.
Bess Andicott was the only person who insisted on Frisco's innocence.
she declared that the man was too devoted to his master to kill him and that there could be no reason for the crime this she explained to herrick a week after the interview with mrs marsh both herrick and marsh had come over to bifsted to spend the afternoon
intending to return to beer of minster by the last bus somewhere about ten o'clock it was characteristic of stephen's simple habits that he still went to and fro by the public vehicle
although he could now have afforded a cart a horse a bicycle or even had he so chosen a motor-car but before taking full advantage of his new position and of his wealth he wanted his mother to be well enough to direct matters
she had held him in subjection for so many years that he hesitated to do anything without her approval so herrick and stephen came to saxon by the bus or used their legs
for the sake of his health herrick made marsh walk as much as possible the man was visionary and it was necessary to shake him into something like practical life by exercise on arriving at the grange the two young men found the whole family at home
there was ida tall and beautiful who welcomed the visitors in her usual placid way she was of the genoesque type stately and maternal moving like a large goddess amongst minor mortals
bess who was all alert and vivacious was accustomed to make fun of ida's stately ways the sacred white cow said bess folding her hands and when ida remonstrated pointed out that the term meant no disreter
respect. Juno was called oxyed, and I'm sure the cow is the most beautiful animal,
says she inconsequently, why should a comparison to a useful animal be taken as an insult?
If I said you were like a fawn or a stag or a swan, you would be quite pleased,
but because I call you a lovely, snowy cow, you are a beautiful cow, broke off Bess,
with a shrug, the sacred white cow, there.
really bess you are getting more dreadful every day cried ida helplessly please don't call me this horrid name when stephen and dr herrick come
dr herrick would understand he is a scholar however i won't call you anything but juno will that do i should prefer to be called by my proper name
bess made a mouth but yielded the point she was devotedly fond of ida and always said that her beauty would raise the family into affluence once more my brains may do something she said but ida's looks will attract all the men of wealth and position
of them protested Ida with a blush. Do let me see after my own future, Bess, darling.
Undeniably, Bess was the cleverest of the family. She was so bright and quick and possessed
of such indomitable perseverance that she easily exercised a despotic sway over the weaker
vessels. Ida looked after the house, but Bess was the real head who paid the bills
and bullied the tradesmen and saw that everything was in order.
Even Frank gave way before her.
But Frank was rather like Ida in the matter of Bovine's simplicity.
He was a big handsome fellow, never out of temper.
When he was not looking after the farm, he strolled in the fields
and searched into the secret workings of nature.
Sometimes he wrote articles for the papers and magazines.
a Gilbert White of the parish of Saxon.
That is what Frank Endicott was.
Some of his articles had even been accepted in London,
and when he could be induced to write,
he usually made a few guineas.
But Frank was lazy,
and it needed all the scolding of Bess
to make him do his duty in the way of literary work.
So far as the farm went, he was never idle,
as he loved an open-air life
and took a genuine interest in stock, top drainage, and crops.
Florence, who is now home on her weekly holiday,
bounced out on Dr. Jim and Stephen, as they came up the avenue.
She was a girl in her teens, more like best than any of the rest,
and bubbled over with animal spirits.
This was her last quarter at school, and now her hair was turned up.
She had arrived at the dignity of long frocks.
but at heart she was still a schoolgirl and on this especial day had let down her long hair much to the dismay of ida who is nothing if not conventional oh stephen she cried clasping him by the arm i am so glad you have come frank is writing bess is typing and ida is making a new dress i have no one to amuse me
where's the changeling asked stephen laughing sidney oh he has a holiday and has gone over to see the pines you know how fondy is of going there he was the only one of us that was not afraid of the colonel
i don't think bess was no it would take an army to frighten bess how are you dr herrick i am rude not to have spoken to you before come inside and wake us all up i am sure this place is like the palace of the sleeping beauty
suppose we go over to the pines and have an afternoon tea in one of the rooms suggested stephen there is no food there but we can take what we want from here and have a picnic
jolly cried flo the schoolgirl there are kettles and teapots and all the rest of the things we want at the pines i suppose the house is remarkably well furnished said herrick laughing it is a good idea three o'clock we'd better go at once
the others entered into the scheme with avidity and thus it was that herrick found himself walking beside bess to the pines not without a pang had he relinquished ida to his friend's
But bearing in mind the confidence reposed in him by Mrs. Marsh, he desired to act as fairly as possible.
Besides, he was growing fond of Bess.
She was such a bright companion and so clever.
At first she was disinclined to speak of the Colonel and Frisco, but gradually became more outspoken.
In his quiet way, Herrick had a wonderful gift of making people talk.
I wouldn't say it to anyone but you, Dr. Jim, said Bess.
for so she now called him but there is something about you that makes me believe in you i think you must have some kind of demonic influence like gerta i am sympathetic if that is what you mean said jim i took to you immediately i saw you in the inn parlor
bess blushed a little through her tan skin and cast a keen look at the big man somehow herrick was conscious of that look and wondered what it was for
perhaps with a woman's quickness best divined, that he admired Ida and did not approve of it.
However, she was too clever to say anything, if such was the case.
But went on the talk of Colonel Carr and Frisco.
I liked Frisco, she said, in her quick, decisive way.
He was a bad man, and some of the things he told me he had done were really dreadful.
But somehow he was attractive, much better than the Colonel.
I thought you liked the colonel, said Jim, with a side glance.
Well, you see it was this way, replied the girl, laughing.
I was rather bold in introducing myself to him, and he was so kind that I forgave him his bad reputation.
How was it that you met him?
I wanted some copy for the Chronicle, and did not know what to write about.
Something had to be done, so I kept my ears open for an idea.
I'd happen to mention something about the Pines, so I thought it would be nice to see all the
wonderful furniture that was in the house.
Would you believe it, she added lightly?
I went straight to the Pines and asked to see Colonel Carr.
At first he refused, but I was so persistent, that he let me come in.
I told him frankly what I wanted and how hard up I was for an article.
He was so taken back by my assurance that he said I could describe the Pines provided.
it, I did so under a fictitious name.
Then he took me all over the house himself, gave me tea in the big drawing-room, and sent me off.
I got a good article out of what he showed me, but of course I said that it was a description
of a millionaire's palace and park lane.
Nobody believed that.
I think the colonel guessed they wouldn't.
He just let me write the article to make the people's mouth water with telling them about
things he would not let them see.
A nice Christian spirit, remarked Jim grimly.
Ah, but you must remember that he was treated very badly by the country people when he came
back from America.
Oh, that America was the place of his exile?
So Frisco said, Mexico and Peru.
The two had many adventures and used to tell me about them.
I made up several stories out of the material I got from them.
you called to see the colonel again then why not he was always polite and i wasn't a bit afraid of him oh i know he had a dreadful reputation but he was never rude to me poor man said bess
let in her eyes respensively on the house which they were now approaching i think he was very weary of living alone were the colonel and friscoe good friends the very best frisco adored the colonel who had saved his life
both of them seemed rather afraid of here bess was silent of what i hardly know but they hinted at some enemy who would kill the pair of them if he discovered their whereabouts
that was what friscoe meant at the public-house when he hinted about his master not living long if friscoe had given information the enemy would have killed the colonel
i wonder friscoe did and then went away to escape the consequences no said bess thoughtfully frisco would have been killed also i think myself the enemy found out the colonel and murdered him then frisco ran away to save his own life
that's one way of looking at the matter did you hear if any stranger was seen in the neighborhood on the night of the murder bess looked quickly at her companion no she said with some hesitation
I never heard of anyone, besides, it would have come out in the evidence.
You have no idea who killed the man?
Certainly not.
If I knew I should tell.
There was something I'll tell you that later.
Tell it to me now.
I can't do that until I get my facts together, said best firmly.
Look here, Dr. Jim.
I intend to find out the truth about this mystery.
From something the colonelette dropped, I believe,
it is concerned with the money he came back with.
From South America, or from North America, replied Miss Endicott musingly,
I am not quite clear, but I'll ask you to help me when I get my facts together.
You rouse my curiosity.
Tell me now, what you?
I said no, and I mean no, retorted Bess, setting her mouth firmly.
You will be here for some time yet, if you go away, I shall write to you,
I am sure we shall find out who killed the colonel, and I am equally sure that Frisco is not the man.
We'll have it your own way. Tell me one thing. How is it the colonel was so anxious about the preservation of his body?
Ah, now you are asking more than I can tell you. You know, though, said Jim, looking at her sharply.
I think I am not sure. Wait, Dr. Jim, in good time you shall know all that I know.
this is a romance in real life a tragedy rather said herrick grimly mind you keep your promise you can be sure i shall keep it said bess nodding and for the time being the matter ended
but jim was considerably puzzled how could she have got hold of information of which the police knew nothing was difficult to say all the same he had more confidence in the brains of bess than in those of inspector bridge
as it was saturday afternoon the workmen had knocked off for the day by this time the tower was half demolished and curious it looked in its dilapidated state with the pile of debris round about its base
the visitors looked at it for some time then went into the house in the kitchen off the dining-room they found an old woman who agreed to boil the kettle for them after some deliberation they fixed on the library
has the best place for the meal.
On entering, they found a boy reading in the corner under the window.
"'You're here, Sidney,' said Ida, amazed.
"'How can you come here without asking Stephen's permission?'
"'Steven doesn't mind, I'm sure,' replied Sidney with a smile,
and Stephen assured him that he was welcome.
While the others were talking and admiring the place, Dr. Jim,
stood looking at the boy who was leaning back on the sofa,
taken up with his own thoughts.
There was something peculiar about Sidney Endicott,
which procured in him the name of the changeling.
This was given to him in fun by Bess,
but many people in the village really believed
that he was half a fairy, if not a whole one.
This reputation rose from the fact
that the lad possessed that gift which in Scotland is called the second sight,
no one in saxon who saw master sidney's large blue eyes fixed upon him or her but turned pale in italy he would have been credited with the evil eye and indeed old petronella always crossed herself when she chanced to meet him
once or twice sidney had foretold the death of those who had afterwards died thus he had an uncanny reputation he was a small thin boy looking much older than his years
although he was but sixteen yet on occasion he looked quite twenty pale thin-faced with large blue eyes and a curious insistent gaze he sometimes made even his own family feel uncomfortable
then he had such peculiar habits at night he was generally wakeful and slept much of the daytime particularly in cold weather sometimes he would slip out of his bedroom by the window and remain away for hours
when questioned where he had been he used vaguely to answer in the wood the doctor who had seen him could make nothing of him he was healthy in his own way his head was clear and corn reported
that he learned rapidly but about him hung a glamour not of this world he might have been a male kilmeny who had returned from fairyland
bess sometimes called him thomas the rhymer when she did so sidney would nod and laugh in so strange a way that bess herself grew frightened and dropped the name how do you feel to-day sidney asked jim sitting down beside the boy
not very well he replied vaguely i feel that i am not myself i came here to read myself the sleep why did you want to do that because i could go away then i always do when i feel like this
like what jim was puzzled the boy was by no means mad yet he talked in a manner quite beyond the comprehension of a sane person jim had never met any one like him before and was much taken up with the oddity of the case from a medical point of view
i can't explain you would not understand said sidney please leave me alone dr herrick at this moment bess called to jim from the other side of the room and he hurried to him from the other side of the room and he hurried to him and he hurried to him.
across to her.
Sidney remained vaguely staring into nothingness,
after a time his eyes closed,
and he looked as though he were fast asleep.
The others gathered round the tea-table
and prepared to eat.
Bess would not allow her, brother, to be awakened.
It makes him ill if he is roused suddenly, she said.
He will wake up himself and be all right.
It doesn't look to me like a natural sleep,
said Jim anxiously.
How pale he is, don't you think?
No, said Ida sharply. I agree with Bess. Sydney had better be left alone. He gets into
these states at times. Let us have tea. I am so hungry, and it's past five. A quarter-past,
said Stephen, glancing at his watch. They began to eat and drink, laughing and enjoying
themselves. No one took any notice of Sidney, and even Jim's attention was distracted.
The boy remained on the sofa, leaning back, white as snow, and drawing long, deep breaths.
He looked like a dead person.
After a time, the conversation languished.
The tea was done, the food was finished, and they talked about packing up to go.
Poor Sidney's tea is quite cold, said Ida.
I really think we might wake him now.
Oh, he's coming to himself.
Wake up, Sidney, and have some tea.
It is nearly six, and we must be getting home.
The boy's face now had a delicate pink tinge on it,
and he seemed more himself than he had been when he fell asleep.
For a moment he was silent.
Then he looked slowly round at those who are present,
until his blue eyes fixed themselves calmly on Stephen.
Mr. Marsh, he said quietly, you had better go home.
Your mother is dead.
Ida gave a cry, and Stephen turned pale.
Bess alone retained sufficient presence of mind
to cross over to the boy and shake him.
Sidney, what do you mean by saying such a horrible thing?
It is true, replied the boy quietly.
Mrs. Marsh is dead.
I have just seen her.
She died at half-past five.
Go home, Stephen.
Without a word, Marsh rushed from the room.
He knew of Sidney's prophet.
and read it least this one should be true he made for biromimister as fast as he could go and was met by petronella my pedrona is dead said the old woman
end of chapter six chapter seven of the silver bullet by fergus hume this labrovoc's recording is in the public domain a nine days wonder petronella made the
terrible announcement with ominous calmness, then when she saw Stephen, staring at her open
mouth, her wild southern nature could no longer be controlled. With a choking sob, she flung her
apron over her head and began to lament loudly for her dear padrona. Her voices sent it shrilling
in a long wail, like that of a Corsican Vosauria. Luckily, there were few people in the
and the sound was scarcely noticed.
It was simply thought that the excitable Italian woman
was in one of her tantrums,
and Birromister was used to Petronella's fits of rage.
Stephen caught her suddenly,
and dragging her inside by main force, close the door.
Before Petronella could recover her breath for another howl,
she found herself on one of the dining-room chairs
with Marsh standing over her.
The young man was so shaken that he could hardly speak.
The prophecy of Sydney, the hurried journey to Birominster, on a grocer's cart,
which he had met near Saxon, and now the terrible confirmation of the death,
these things shook him to the soul.
He hardly recognized his own voice.
Tell me everything that happened, he said slowly.
Do not make any mistake.
I must know all.
Petronella crossed herself.
Holy virgin, she muttered. His eyes are like coals. Then after a muffled wail, she burst out into
rapid Italian, which Stephen understood easily, from his habit of talking to her and to Mrs. Marsh.
After you left at midday, Signor Stefano, the padrona tried to get a little sleep. When the postman
came at two o'clock, he brought one letter for her. I took it up and woke her.
Then I went out of the room.
In a quarter of an hour, the Signora called me.
She looked white, so white.
The letter was before her.
She told me to give her the cloral as she wanted to sleep.
I asked her if she had bad news in the letter.
She said no, but that she felt suddenly sick.
I gave her the medicine in the little bottle and went away.
She took some, I think, for when I went up again, an hour later she was asleep.
i went again and again and she was still asleep then i took up her tea and wanted to wake her grand dieo she was dead dead what time was that petronella
at half-past five signor the hour when i always take up the signora's tea oh she is dead and i nursed her cursed be it that i live still
while the old woman wailed stephen shuddered the hour was that which sidney had named are you sure she died at that time he asked quite sure signore stephano when i went in before she was only asleep i saw her breathing
i was up at a quarter-past five and she still breathed and had a color in her poor cheek when i sat down the tray i turned to see that she was quite still her face pale has snow
i put my hand to her heart she was dead ah diomio she must have passed away when i entered the room i heard a sigh at the door said petronella beginning to embellish
it was her spirit that passed what could i do but open the window and let the soul go free ah holy virgin and the old woman crossed herself again by this time stephen had somewhat recovered his composure
Without a word, he went up to the room.
Petronella had drawn a sheet over the dead.
He drew it down gently and saw the waxen face beneath.
Every wrinkle had been smoothed away,
and there rested a peaceful expression on that once stormy countenance.
As Marsh stood tearlessly looking at the dead,
he heard a light step enter the room.
Herrick appeared, almost as pale as a dead woman.
After a glance at the corpse, he recognized that all was over and looked at Marsh with a shudder.
Yes, whispered the young man, replying to the unspoken thought at half-past five o'clock.
Herrick shuddered again and drew a sheet over the dead face.
Then he took Stephen by the arm and let him downstairs into the study.
There he left him in a chair and went into the dining-room,
whence he returned with a decanter and two glasses.
Pouring out two stiff glasses of brandy,
he forced Stephen to drink one,
and took the other himself.
Both were in need of the stimulant,
for the event had shaken them considerably.
By and by, Marsh laid down his head on the table
and wept quietly.
He had been devoted to the dead woman,
and was all unstrung,
moreover the uncanny way,
in which the first announcement of the death had been made,
made, shocked him deeply.
Herrick went out to see Petronella.
He found her in the death chamber.
A genuine Romanist, she had placed candles round the bed, and a crucifix on the breast of the dead.
On her knees she was praying aloud.
Seeing that all had been done that could be done, Herrick returned to the study.
Stephen was calmer and inclined to talk.
It was half past five, as Sidney said, he said in a low voice.
voice, oh, Herrick, what does it mean?
I don't know, said he usually, skeptically, doctor.
After you had gone, I asked the boy how he knew.
He said that while he was asleep, he had dreamed.
So he put it, that he was standing in your mother's bedroom.
She was dying in a stupor, and he saw the breath gradually leave her body.
He also said that he saw her spirit after she was dead.
but of course that must be nonsense.
After what he said, I can believe anything, said Marsh. What else?
Well, said Jim, uncomfortably, he described the bedroom exactly.
Was he ever in it, Stephen?
No, certainly not, and he described it?
Exactly, and as being in the state in which it is now,
he said that Petronella came in at the door with a tray and placed it beside the bed.
She then put her hand on your mother's heart and found she was dead.
Afterwards she opened the window.
Why?
What, Stephen?
My God, cried the young man, now ghastly white.
That is exactly what Petronella told me she did.
Oh, oh, and he fainted.
Herrick scarcely wondered at it.
He felt deadly sick himself, and it needed another glass of brandy,
before he could recover himself sufficiently to a time.
tend to the unconscious man.
Next day the news
was known all over Bealminster,
and Sidney's prophecy also.
The Endicott family would fain
have kept it to themselves,
but Sidney himself had spread the news,
for on the way home and before the rumor
could have reached Saxon, which it did not
until late that night, he told several people
of Mrs. Marsh's death and the hour
at which it had occurred.
So the report spread, and that night Saxon, accustomed to Sydney's second sight, was in a ferment.
Many believed, others doubted, and the upshot was, that a few inquirers went over the bill, mister,
whence they rushed back with the confirmation of the news.
Mrs. Marsh was dead, and, moreover, she had passed away at half-past five.
Until a late hour that night nothing was talked about, but this wonderful boy,
And next morning a crowd collected about the Grange, hoping to catch a glimpse of him.
Ida was very angry at Sidney's indiscretion and told him so.
He took it all placidly.
Why should I not say that Mrs. Marsh was dead, he asked.
She is dead, and she died at the time I said.
But how did you know, Sidney, dear? asked a perplexed sister.
When I was on the sofa in the library, I dreamed,
I was in her room.
I saw her die, and the white spirit get out of her body.
The spirit pointed to a bottle on the table beside the bed,
and then I forgot all till I woke on the sofa and saw Stephen looking at me.
Then I told him to go home.
There's nothing strange about it, Ida.
You know I can see things.
Ida shuddered and ran away to tell Bess that Sidney
was a most uncomfortable person to talk to.
the boy stayed indoors at the request of bess all the morning and then slipped off into the afternoon to go to his favorite haunt in the pine wood
when he came into the village the next day he refused to talk of his dream or vision or whatever it might be called and seemed quite cross when it was referred to from that day sidney was shunned as though he had the plague every one was afraid of being told too much about that day sidney was shunned as though he had the plague every one was afraid of being told too much about that day sidney was afraid of being told too much about
themselves or their relations.
This troubled the boy very little.
He went on living in his usual dreamy way
and had no more visions for a time.
Even at Biffstead he was regarded as something dangerous.
But there, by tacit consent, the subject was dropped.
What Dr. Jim thought of all this, it was difficult to say.
Sidney's prophecy was thrown into the background
so far as he was concerned by the discovery that Mrs. Marsh had died from an overdose of
chloral.
He had always warned her that she might make a mistake, and apparently she had done so at last.
But when Petronella told him of the letter, he changed his mind.
What if she had committed suicide?
He recollected her vague allusions to enemies,
and her persistent declaration that she might not live long.
At once he said about hunting for the letter, Petronella helping him, but it was not to be
discovered, although they searched high and low.
At last, Herrick spied ashes in the fireless grate, and found that some paper had been
burnt.
Without doubt, the letter Mrs. Marsh had received.
Was there a fire in the grate on the day Mrs. Marsh died, he asked?
No, signor d'actory, the grate was empty.
of course i need not have asked this flimsy stuff would have been swept away with the ashes she must have got up and burnt the letter and then well we must wait for the inquest
it was herrick who attended to all the details of the funeral as marsh was completely bewildered by the sudden catastrophe the inquest resulted in a verdict that mrs marsh had died from an overdose of chloral but no one hinted at suicide
as dr jim gave evidence of her use of the drug to alleviate pain and obtain sleep it was concluded that she had miscalculated the dose even stephen believed that this was the case even stephen believed that this was the case
for Herrick said nothing of his suspicions. What Petronella thought, Dr. Jim could not find out.
She was as secret as the grave. Mrs. Marsh was buried in the family vault of the cars at Saxon.
A large number of people came to the funeral, not because the dead woman had been popular,
but because they wished to attend the rights of a person whose death had been foretold in so curious a manner.
in the vault the coffin was laid beside that of the late colonel and herrick shuddered as he thought of these enemies lying side by side certainly when the new vault was ready the body of the colonel would be removed to it in accordance with the terms of the will
but it would be some time before this was completed and meantime karsbarity remained in the old sepulchre pending its removal stephen it had a new iron door
put on the old vault, and kept the key to himself. It was quite safe in his pocket,
and he never parted from it. After the funeral, Herrick made several attempts to discover
something about the letter delivered to Mrs. Marsh on the day of her death, although he was
careful not to hint that it had any connection with her sudden end. But although he questioned
the postman and the postal authorities, he could gain very little satisfaction. It was a
plain envelope stamped so far as could be remembered with the London postmark.
Oh, said Dr. Jim to himself, when he acquired this information.
Frisco's in London.
I wonder if he wrote that letter.
However, it was little use conjecturing.
Mrs. Marsh was dead, and had taken her secret and the secret of Colonel Carr,
along with her, into the next world.
Herrick put the idea out of his head, as he had much to do and consider.
his future position.
Three or four days after the funeral,
he was alone with Stephen
in the Bureau of Minster House,
and there spoke to the young man
about his movements.
I must return to London, Mar, she said.
I can do no more good here,
and I must attend to my practice.
No, replied Stephen quickly,
you must not leave me like this, Herrick.
I have grown used to you as a companion.
I like you,
more than any man I ever met,
and without you I should be lost.
You must stay with me.
Is your practice a large one?
On the contrary, it is very small.
I have been established in West Cessington
only for two years.
If I had not a small income of my own,
I should starve.
Well, you must come to me.
I hope you will, Herrick.
I am rich, and I can allow you a good income,
say a thousand a year.
That is generous of you, Marsh,
did your mother speak of this to you?
No, she did not.
Why do you ask?
Because she wanted me to stay with you,
and proposed the same amount.
I am glad, cried Stephen,
his face lighting up.
I can do this much at least for her memory.
So she wished you to remain with me.
You will, of course.
I cannot do without you.
Herrick smoked in silence for a few minutes.
A man in my position
has no right to turn his back on such a
good fortune. All the same, Marsh, if I did not like you personally, if I did not think I
could earn my income by helping you, I would not take the position. Then you will do so, cried
Stephen, stretching out his hand. The doctor grasped it heartily in token of acceptance,
but I am not without scruples as to take in such a large amount of money, said he.
I make only a couple of hundred a year by my practice. You rate me at a hundred. You rate me at
high value.
Not too high for the good you will do me, said Marsh heartily.
I have been a different man since you came into my life.
You have shown me how to look at things in a broader spirit.
I am less morbid than I was, no, Herrick, I have eight thousand a year, and you shall
have the sum I name.
Very good.
I am delighted, but for what period?
You see, Marsh, someday you will marry, and then you will find in your wife the
companion necessary to your existence, and you will not want me. I think we had better make an
agreement for three years. By that time, I shall have done you all the good I can, and you will
be used to your position, and, continuing Jim, looking into the young man's eyes, you will be
looking for a wife. Stephen nodded, three years then, he said,
if you want a document, the lawyers can draw it up, as the marrying.
I dare say I shall marry, already I have.
Here he broke off abruptly.
There are some things a man cannot talk about even to his best friend.
Let the subject of love and marriage be tabooed between us, Herrick.
Certainly, replied the doctor, rather stiffly.
I have no wish to force your confidence, Marsh.
It's not that, but...
i have an idea in my head it may come to nothing on the other hand well he dismissed it with a wave of his hand time enough to talk about it when it ripens let us change the subject
in the face of this unwillingness on the part of marsh herrick was obliged to do as he was asked he wondered if stephen really loved ida endicott or whether it was bess who attracted him time alone would reveal the truth
so herrick for the moment thought no more about the matter he had engaged himself to look after stephen and at once set the work to earn his income the subject was introduced by marsh
i think you and i ought to go abroad for a year or two he said restlessly i feel that both beaumminster and saxon are distasteful to me for a time i have arranged to let petronella live here on a small income i have arranged to let petronella live here on a small income i have arranged to let petronella live here on a small income i have
thought she would like to return to Italy, but she begged me to allow her to stay here for a time.
I asked her to go to the pines, but she refused.
So here she must stay, and you and I, Herrick?
We will go up to London for a couple of weeks, said Herrick, promptly.
But I want to go further afield and for a longer time.
Have you forgotten the terms of the will, put in Dr. Jim?
You must pay a monthly visit to that vault, or your money goes to friends.
"'Steeven nodded somewhat grimly.
"'I should have remembered,' said he.
"'Yes, I cannot travel until the year is at an end.
"'But even if it so happens that I did not go to the vault and lost the money,
"'I do not think that Frisco would return to claim it.'
"'Well, I don't know,' replied Herrick musingly.
"'After all, we cannot be certain that Frisco killed his master.
he may reappear and explain his flight and prove his innocence on the face of it it would seem he is guilty but the evidence is all circumstantial better stick to the terms of the will and not give him a chance of claiming the money
very good herrick then we will go up to london and you can take me to tailors and all the other tradesmen whose goods i may need i want you to educate me dr jim you have had a varied
experienced of the world, and I have not. I am a country mouse, and you are the town one.
At thirty-five, I must have had some experience, Marsh, yes, I have traveled in my time.
I have been round Europe with a man I was trying to reclaim from strong drink.
Did you succeed? Partly replied the doctor with a shrug.
He is a fairly decent member of society now, nothing to boast of.
well marsh i've also been a doctor on a liner to the east finally i went with an expedition into the interior of africa now i am settled in the dull quarter of west kensington and often wish i could be off again on the long trail
civilized life is too respectable for me when the year is out we will go on that long trail together well said herrick an exploration of our planet will do you no harm later on you can settle down and be comfortable with a wife
i beg your pardon i am trenching on forbidden ground however marsh i'm glad things are so arranged it is a bit of good luck for me and for me also herrick you can do me nothing but good
i hope so said herrick cheerfully the first thing i intend to do is take you out into the open air you must hunt and shoot and golf and swim get yourself into a state of physical perfection your mind you must hunt and shoot and golf and swim get yourself into a state of physical perfection your mind
your mind is all right i like your poems and you have it in you to do great things marsh but first of all you must attend to the body i have neglected these things said stephen straightening himself
but my life was so narrow that i did not look after myself as a man should besides to tell you the truth herrick i am so much of the student that out-of-door life never attracted me
That is because you have never had a companion to interest you in the life, said Herrick, smiling.
Now, I am devoted to athletic sports of all kind. If I can infect you with my enthusiasm,
you'll soon be able to take the deepest interest in them yourself.
Not that I was fortunate enough to succeed with Joyce, finished Dr. Jim with a shrug.
Ah, your friend, who was staying at the car arms, I never met him.
you will when we go to town he is not a bad little chap but his brain is too large for his body besides which he is neurotic and intensely trying at times
i don't suppose i should have cured him altogether but i could have made him twice the man he was had he only taken my advice but robin was always as obstinate as a mule he lives into himself and for himself there is no hope for a man like that
i hope you will succeed with me herrick i am certain to succeed with you in the first place your nerves are not diseased in the second you are less selfish and thirdly you are sensible enough to see sense
and that last is not given to many men well we have had a long talk marsh so we had better go to bed and begin our new life to-morrow it was three days after this that the two went up to london
Herrick called it Biffstead and told Bess about his new relations with Stephen.
She expressed herself greatly pleased.
You will do him no end of good, she said.
Physical exercise is what he needs.
He is making good use of his money, she added emphatically.
You have too good an opinion of me, Miss Bess.
The girl laughed and blushed in her heart.
She liked Herrick greatly.
He was so big, so strong, so sensible.
exactly the sort of man she admired franker brother resembled him in many ways but he was not so worldly wise or perhaps so clever however she was too much the woman to make a direct reply to herrick's speech and change the subject
when you come back we must have our talk she said meantime i shall give you something to go on with in london do you know anything about cryptographs dr jim
No, I've looked into the subject once or twice, but I never did much good at it.
Why?
Bess went to her desk and fished out a bit of paper.
I want you to see if you can solve this, she said.
I have done my best and failed.
It is a piece of paper I picked up in the colonel's house when he was alive.
I am sure it has to do with his secret, whatever that might be.
Else why should it be in secret writing?
Herrick took the paper she held out.
It was a yellow kind of Chinese paper, tough and wrinkled.
On it was written in red ink the following.
Uppercase S, period, G, D, period.
Space, uppercase K, period, uppercase Z, period,
uppercase R, period, uppercase S, period.
Space, uppercase V.
period z period q period m period h period f period space uppercase s period h period k period
space 1.5, period, period, L, period, T, period, K, period, X, period, space, uppercase S, period,
i period d period n period space uppercase c period d period z period s period g period space uppercase t period m period k period d period r period
this jumble of letters made herrick stare he could make nothing of them yet here no doubt was the secret of colonel carr perhaps if the writing could be read the reason of his death might be explained even the name of the assassin might be given
bess watched him eagerly what do you think of it she asked i dare say it may help us herrick said doubtfully if the colonel had a secret if he had cried bess emphatically i know he had
then it may be contained in this mixture of letters you have failed you say well miss bess i don't know that i shall succeed however i will try you will let me have this if you will take the very greatest care of it
i have a copy to be sure but that is the original i'll bring it back to you safe and sound in two weeks you will be back then she asked with a quick flush certainly i shall arrange about my practice and returned for good
best looked down i'm glad she said in a low tone then thinking she might have said too much she smiled in his face of course i'm glad she cried gaily are we not pledged the fine
out who killed the colonel?
End of chapter 7.
Chapter 8 of the Silver Bullet by Fergus Hume.
This Libravox recording is in the public domain.
A curious discovery.
It was now quite two months since the death of Colonel Carr, and all this time Robin had
been in London.
He had written to Herrick, telling him that he felt so much better that he would not go
abroad. I have a new idea for a novel, wrote Joyce, and now, that I have the leisure,
I intend to throw myself heart and soul into it. I still keep on my flat. Herrick therefore
determined that his first visit should be to the little man. Stephen and the doctor took up their
abode in the Gulliffe Hotel and Germain Street. It was the first time the young man had been in London,
and the novelty and excitement of town life did much to dispel the grief he felt for the death of his stepmother.
It was not that he regretted her the less, but he was sensible enough to see that it was foolish to weep over an irremediable misfortune.
He therefore took Herrick's advice and threw himself with ardor into fitting himself out with a complete wardrobe for the first time in his life.
the doctor took him to the best west end shops instructed him into the topography of the fashionable locality and when stephen was fairly set going found time to attend to his own business
he first went to his house in west kensington and saw that it was all right then he called upon the young practitioner who had nursed his practice while he was away and made him an offer to sell it
the young doctor who had only lately started in the district was overjoyed at the chance as jim had got together a fair number of patients here it made the terms of purchase as light as possible
and spread the payments over a considerable time dr grant asked two days for consideration as being poor it was necessary he should see his way how to pay the money at once jim consented to this and after finishing this necessary business he went off to robin's flat
the arrangement and discussion with grant had taken up the best part of the afternoon and it was close upon seven when herrick found time to see his friend
at first he hesitated and half made up his mind to put it off until the next day but as he was in the neighborhood he finally decided to go and sent a wire to marsh that he would not be home until ten o'clock
he intended to ask joyce for a meal making sure that he would be welcome yet strange to say robin was not so hardy as herrick expected perhaps he had not got over his anger at the desertion of the doctor
but after his last letter jim could not think that such was the case in spite of their severance herrick still wished to keep an eye on robin knowing that he was foolish in many ways
therefore when joyce showed a disposition not to invite him to stay herrick at once determined that he would remain there was a reason at the back of this confusion and herrick in the interest of a weak man resolved to find out what it might be
seeing that he was bent on remaining robin made the best of what he evidently considered a bad job and became more of his old self you are not looking so well as your letter let me to hope robin said herrick when the two were smoking in the study
i am in the best of health said robin quickly but of course i have been working hard at my book and that takes it out of a chap read me some of the chapters said herrick who once had been working hard at my book and that takes it out of a chap read me some of the chapters said herrick who once had been a very good a little bit of the chapter
who once had been a kind of literary adviser to the author robin shook his head uneasily not until a book is done he said i want you to get an impression as a whole
this will be my masterpiece besides he added glancing at the clock we might be interrupted at half-past seven a friend of mine is coming to dinner i hope my unexpected coming will not upset your arrangements choice
oh of course not how can you think so said robin with an air of constraint that did not escape herrick you are always welcome will you stop the night i can put you up
no i must get back to marsh i am his companion and doctor for the time being a very good billet i assure you robin what about your practice asked joyce i am now selling it to grant it is such a small practice that it is not worth my wife
to stick to it, has against an assured income of a thousand a year.
Is that what Marsh gives you?
Yes, I do not mind telling you, Robin, as you are such an old friend,
but do not mention this to anyone else.
I stay with Marsh for three years.
In this way I shall be able to save money, and buy a practice in the better part of town.
It is a wonderful bit of luck.
It is indeed, and I congratulate you, said Robin, cheerfully.
and shaking his friend by the hand.
Marsh must be well off to be able to afford your companionship at that price.
Yes, he has been left about eight thousand a year, more or less, by Colonel Carr, his late uncle.
But that is his business, Robin. We will not talk about it.
Have they yet found out who killed Colonel Carr?
Not yet, of course it is supposed that Friscoe killed him, but the man has disappeared.
When he is caught, we shall know the truth.
You read the case, Robin.
What do you think?
It seems as though that man were guilty, replied Joyce slowly.
But I am not prepared to offer an opinion.
The fact is, I am so busy with my book
that I have put all these horrors out of my head.
By the way, what about your Southbury Helen?
Miss Endicott?
Oh, I've seen a good deal of her.
Are you still in love?
Not very passionately, perhaps, but I think a respectable affection is better to marry upon
than a wild romantic adoration that will not resist the wear and tear of life.
I hope some day if Miss Endicott will allow me to marry her.
That is when I have a good practice, but if another man more worthy of her comes along,
why?
Ardent lover, laughed Joyce.
If you really felt any passion,
you would not contemplate with equanimity the idea of an intruder i believe you like that little journalistic girl better a kind of dull anger stirred in the doctor's breast at hearing bess so flimply alluded to
but he saw that joyce did not mean any harm so he turned off the remark with a laugh she is a charming young lady robin but she is better as a comrade than she would be as a wife
a comrade is what you want said joy shrewdly your lukewarm affection will not win you the love of a woman perhaps not however we shall see
harrick was annoyed for he felt there was some truth in this remark he was glad when a ring came to the door and interrupted a conversation which was rapidly getting unpleasant to him there is your friend who is he
a mexican called don manuel santiago hum it's not often one foregathers with that nationality in london where did you meet him at the apollo club johnston introduced me to him here he is i think you will like him
herrick was not so sure he had met with mexicans on their native heath and did not like the breed however as the man was the guest of joyce he felt compelled to behave at least politely
all the same knowing robin's weakness in picking up doubtful acquaintances he determined to be observant of the mexican dr herrick don manuel santiago and this seor is my very best friend
the little dark man clicked his heels together foreign fashion and bowed politely herrick looked at him from head to foot in one swift glance and made up his mind that the man was a rogue an adventurer if nothing worse
he was not tall and he was very lean his face was swarthy he had a hooked nose a black mustache and a pair of restless shifty dark eyes
accurately dressed in an evening suit he wore too much jewelry yet for all this he did not look vulgar there was a somewhat dangerous air about him
harrick watching his face intently made up his mind that don manuel was a half-cast indian i am pleased to meet you signor said don manuel in good english but with a foreign accent dr harrick how i know the name
indeed said dr jim looking surprised robin also shared his astonishment and expressed it why santiago you did not tell me you knew harrick said he as they took their seats at table did i not replied the don carelessly
ah that was no doubt because his name was never mentioned between us but if i am not mistaken he said addressing himself directly to jim you are concerned in that strange case of my friend
Colonel Carr.
Herrick almost bound it from his seat.
That here of all places, and in so unexpected a way,
he should meet with a stranger who knew Carr was like fiction.
Had the incident occurred in a novel,
he would have put it down as a freak of imagination on the author's part.
Yet the thing had happened in real life and to himself.
Was Carr a friend of yours, he asked?
Twelve years and more ago, replied Santiago quietly,
we knew one another intimately in Mexico.
Mexico, muttered Herrick,
recalling what Bess had said about Frisco's tale
of North and South America.
Not in Peru?
We went to Peru together on an expedition.
What sort of expedition? asked Joyce eagerly.
To make our fortunes.
That is the sort of expedition we all are bound to undertake.
Herrick thought of Colonel Carr's money.
Was he on the point of learning sufficient of the man's wildlife in the Americas to reveal what a secret was?
Did you succeed? he asked.
I did not. The Colonel did.
Afterwards he returned to England, and I lost sight of him.
When I came over six months ago, I heard of him and intended to pay him a visit.
But I put it off and off and off until he made.
he made a rapid gesture.
Poor Carr.
His was a sad end.
An unexpected one, said Herrick, fixing his eyes on the man.
Did you know his servant, Frisco?
No, replied Manuel calmly.
Frisco was after my time, or before it, I forget which.
Somehow Herrick felt instinctively that this was a lie.
According to best, the ex-sailer had been with Carr throughout,
his wandering life. It was incredible that if such was the case, and Jim preferred to believe Frisco
rather than Santiago, that Frisco should not have gone to Peru. He would be needed on an
expedition, such as Manuel spoke of. Were you treasure-hunting? asked Jim. Don Manuel nodded,
yes. The Peruvians buried a lot of gold and jewels at the time of the conquest. Cargut wind of a hiding
place from someone, an Indian, I believe, and induced me to go with him to Peru.
I was doing nothing at the time, so I went.
Carr found the treasure.
I believe so.
Colonel Carr was rich, was he not?
Very rich chimed in Joyce.
Do you remember Herrick, how astonished we were, at the magnificence of that house?
I remember, said Herrick curtly.
The interruption did not please him, as he wanted.
particularly to hear what Santiago had to say.
But, Signor, Manuel, if you started on this search together, how was it,
that you do not know for certain if Colonel Carr was successful?
Don Manuel's face grew black, and his eyes flashed.
If you would know the reason, Signor, Colonel Carr was a devil.
Ah, said Herrick with a short laugh, that is no news.
We shared the expenses of the expedition.
We were to share the profits.
but carr treated me shamefully the treasure was said to be concealed beyond cruzo where it does not matter i know but i do not intend to tell
i fell ill at the first stage of the journey after we left kusko and we were amongst the mountains what did carr do he left me to the care of the indians and pushed on himself that was the last i saw of the devil
For two years I was held captive amongst the Indians and barely escaped with my life.
I hunted for Carr when I got the Cayo.
But he had disappeared.
I traced him to Mexico.
He had vanished from Varro Cruz.
I was worn out and ill.
I went back to my own family.
In all these years I have thought nothing about the Colonel.
But Chance brought me to England, and Chance led me to here where Colonel Carr was settled.
As I said, I would have seen him to reproach him for his treachery, but—
Don Manuel shrugged, he is dead.
That is the end.
A strange story and not credible to Carr, said Herrick, wondering if all this was a lie.
Who was it told you where Colonel Carr lived?
I did not, said Joyce, on whose face, Jim's eyes rested for a moment.
I knew nothing of this until this moment.
Where I heard the name, signor,
can be of little interest to you, said the dawn with a sneer.
It was in London. I'll tell you no more.
I do not want you to tell me anything, retarded Herrick, the blood rushing to his face.
So far, I'm interested in your story.
But if you choose to be silent, you are at liberty to do so.
Pardon, said Manuel humbly.
I did not intend to provoke your anger, but as he spoke, there was a nasty glitter in his eyes.
I cannot tell you who gave me the information without breaking confidence with a friend.
Herrick grunted, but he said nothing.
Santiago was evidently a dangerous little devil,
for all he knew the Mexican might have had something to do with the murderer.
Of all the strange circumstances that Herrick had stumbled upon,
this surely was the strangest,
to find the man who knew of the past of Colonel Carr
in the company of Robin Joyce.
As the meal was now at an end, the three adjourned to the study where they began the smoke.
Herrick had his pipe, Joyce a cigarette, and Manuel produced one of those long, lean Mexican cigars,
that only a hardened smoker can enjoy.
As he bent forward over the spirit lamp, Jim saw by the touch of gray on his temples and the wrinkles down the side of his neck that the man was much older than he had thought.
At the first glance Santiago looked, if you want it to be disagreeable, say thirty-five.
Herrick was now sure that he was over fifty, but the man was in wonderfully good condition.
Having noticed him at the table, Jim saw, that he was most abstentuous and temperate.
For some reason not apparent, Manuel desired to ingratiate himself with Herrick,
and tried by picturesque talk to banish the disagreeable impression he had made by his last remark.
He told the most wonderful stories of his adventures by land and sea.
According to his own account, he had lived a life of hair-breath escapes.
South America he knew from Keto to the horn, and had explored the unknown portions at the risk of his life.
He had been captive to Indians.
He had been tortured, Herrick noted, that his left ear was missing, and he had been almost frozen while ascending Chimborazo.
Then he had hunted for treasure, fought for it with knives when it was found, and by his own confession had more than one death to his account.
All this he told in vivid, picturesque language, and with a wonderful command of the English tongue.
Herrick complimented him on his capabilities as a linguist.
Oh, I know seven or eight languages, said Manuel, boastfully,
not to speak of Indian dialects.
I have been all over Europe, yes, signor.
When I made money, and I have made a great deal,
I came always to Europe to spend it.
That I did royally.
Oh, they know me in every capital.
Of all, give me Vienna, O signor,
I am known on the pre-yearer.
praetor. And to the police no doubt, thought Herrick, but for his own private reasons did not give vent
to this opinion, he said aloud, I suppose, Don Manuel, you were not surprised, the hear of
Colonel Carr's death.
Santiago flashed a quick glance at the imperturbable countenance of the doctor.
Oh, but I was, said he, to escape all the dangers of the tropics, and then to die in a quiet
little English village, strange. To be sure, though, added Manuel, with another glance,
he brought his murderer with him, and Frisco was capable of anything. Oh, put in Herrick sharply,
I thought you did not know Frisco. Nor did I, signor, said Santiago, covering his mistake
with wonderful swiftness. But I heard of him, he was a devil worse than Carr, if that can be
possible. They were attached to one another, but quarreled. Oh, yes, signor, I assure you they quarreled.
Once over a game of cards, car-slash Frisco across the face. Oh, that was it, was it?
murmured Herrick, as he recalled the criss-cross-slash on Frisco's face, which had been
described to him. A queer couple, what was Frisco's real name? I do not know, snap
manual with a surprising curtness considering his light valuable talk. Shortly he took his leave,
with a politely expressed hope that he would meet Herrick again. When the Mexican was gone,
Joyce turned eagerly to his friend and asked what he thought of him. If you want to know my real
opinion, he is a thorough little blackguard. Cut him, Robin, or you will get in trouble.
I don't see why I should. He's a decent fellow.
his only vice is gambling.
He would sell his shirt to gamble.
Hmm.
Looks a card sharper.
Where does he gamble, principally?
In a club down in Pimlico, the Parrot Club.
Very few people know about it, but the play is very high.
Oh, so you met Santiago there, said Herrick lazily.
But Joyce saw the trap and avoided it.
No, I told you I met him at the Apollo Club.
That is respectable enough, I hope, and Archie Johnson introduced him to me.
He is decent, isn't he?
Oh, I have nothing to say, replied Herrick, with a yawn, putting on his coat, only,
that if that man gets you in the trouble, don't blame me.
He will probably induce you to gamble, and all your new income of five hundred a year
will go once and for all.
A peculiar expression swept across Joyce's face,
as he opened and shut his hands nervously. However, he held his tongue, and having said good-night,
Herrick went away, sorry to see that his friend was in such bad company. He regarded Don Manuel
as a rook and Joyce as a pigeon. But he knew the little man well enough to know that his
interference was vain. Joyce could be as obstinate as a mule at times. When he got back to the
Gullum Hotel it was close on eleven. All the same Stephen was sitting up for him over a meditative
pipe. The sight of his honest handsome face was quite a relief to Herrick after the crafty
looks of Manuel. And truth to tell, Joyce had also fallen in Herrick's estimation, for as a man
he could not compare with Marsh. Not for the first time, Dr. Jim began to think that there
was something sly and evil about robin hitherto he had been too much taken up with a man's nerves to think much of his moral character
but after this long absence he saw plainly that joyce was deteriorating rapidly the company he had been in this very night proved it if there were any truth in the saying that birds of a feather flocked together hello stephen said herrit taking off his coat why did you not go to bed man
sitting up all alone like a maid, on the eve of St. Agnes.
I did not want to go to bed until you came home, said Stephen.
You know I always like a chat. Have some whiskey.
Thanks. Shove over the tobacco jar, well, Marsh, I have arranged about the sale of my practice.
It is all right. I am delighted. You are sure you do not mind giving it up?
Not for a thousand a year, replied Harriet, with a laugh. I never made so much in all my medical
life, not to mention the delights of your society.
What have you been doing?
Shopping mostly.
Then I called in at Firth and Firth to talk about business.
I heard of your friend Joyce there.
The deuce you did, said Jim, wheeling round.
I have just been dining with him, and I do not think he is improved.
Firth and Firth are his lawyers, I know.
How did his name crop up?
In the course of my talk about the Colonel's business,
Herrick stared.
What do you mean? he asked, roughly.
Well, you will be rather astonished, continued Marsh, light in his pipe,
but the fact is Colonel Carr allowed Mrs. Joyce,
the mother of your friend, an income of five hundred a year.
No, said Herrick, and thought that this was just the sum, Robin,
said he had been left by his mother's will.
Yes, why, I do not know.
Nor could first tell me,
The Colonel never called to see Mrs. Joyce, and he never wrote her a letter, but he directed
Firth to pay her an annuity of five hundred pounds.
An annuity?
Then it ceases at her death?
Of course the sun gets nothing.
The reason Firth mentioned it was that he wished to know if I had found anything amongst
my uncle's papers likely to show why the annuity had been paid, and whether it ought to be
continued to the son.
queer said herrick he remembered that robin had told him that he had interviewed the lawyer and had been informed of his income why had robin told a lie
i suppose said the doctor after paused that firth did not take it upon himself to promise joyce the continuance of this annuity certainly not replied stephen he had no right of course i told him that i knew nothing about the matter and would not pay anything to joyce still
as he is your friend never mind that i don't want you to pay him anything did joyce call to see firth do you know a week after his mother's death
He has not been since.
They told him then that he need not expect any more money.
A week after his mother's death, related to Doctor,
and it was two months later when we were on that walking tour.
Did not Joyce call to Seafirth, somewhere about the 24th of July?
No, it was towards the end of April, he called.
He has not been near them since.
You look rather pale, Herrick.
It's nothing, replied the doctor.
I have had rather a turn.
That's all.
End of chapter 8.
Chapter 9 of the Silver Bullet by Fergus Hume.
This Libravox recording is in the public domain.
Herrick is suspicious.
Dr. Jim slept very little that night.
He was turning over in his mind, Joyce's strange conduct.
Now that he remembered, Robin had been very particular, as to the details of his whereabouts.
He had gone to town on a Tuesday, leaving Herrick at the Southbury Railway Inn.
According to his story, he had seen Firth and Firth the same afternoon, and again the next morning.
The intervening night, he had slept at the Hall Hotel in a side street off the Strand.
Then on Wednesday afternoon, he had rejoined Dr. Jim at Southbury, and on Thursday morning,
had started to cross the heath. It was on that same night that the two had discovered the body of
Colonel Carr. So far, Herrick had believed this story, but now the fact that he had not called
on the lawyer had put a different complexion on the affair. Also his statement concerning the money
left to him was proved by the evidence of the solicitors who paid the annuity to be a lie.
Robin, therefore, had not been so deeply plunged in grief as he appeared to be when he could call a few days after his mother's death to see if he was to inherit the money.
Herrick considered that probably, when a loan in the flat, he had found some paper stating that the five hundred a year terminated at his mother's death,
and he had gone to furth and furth in order to ascertain if this were true.
besides his mother might have told him this on her deathbed.
But what else had she told him?
Colonel Carr was not the man to pay out money for nothing.
Mrs. Joyce must have had some hold over him.
However, the main point, and that which vexed Dr. Jim most,
was the fact that Robin had not called on the solicitors as he said he had done.
At Southbury, he had received a letter calling him up to town.
jim had not read the letter but since robin had told him the contents he never doubted that it was from the firm of firth if he had not called on them why was the letter sent and where was he during the two days he was in town
herrick reckoned back the dates it was thursday the twenty sixth of july when they arrived at saxham robin had gone to town on the twenty-fourth and on that same night colonel
according to the medical evidence, had been shot.
Good heaven, said Jim, when this came into his mind.
Can it be possible that Joyce killed the man?
There's no reason why he should.
I'm a suspicious fool.
He was in London, even though he did not call on the solicitors.
There's no proof that he was at Saxon.
He said himself, when he went through the pine wood,
that he did not know the country.
Then Jim recollected that it was Robin, who had selected the route for the walking tour.
Could it be possible that he knew of the existence of the house in the pine wood,
and had designedly led Herrick that way in order that the murder should be discovered
and suspicion averted from himself?
No, no, cried Jim, tossing and turning.
He could not have contrived so damnable a scheme.
Besides, he slept at the whole hotel.
In this way, he kept arguing out the situation, but by the morning he had come to no conclusion.
The evidence against Robin was not strong enough, but while shaving, Dr. Jim made up his mind
to call on Firth and Firth, and also to look in at the Hull Hotel.
Nevertheless, whatever he found, he was resolved to hold his tongue so far as Robin was concerned.
Joyce was far too intimate with Don Manuel to please Herrick, and Don Manuel, as the doctor remembered, professed the hatred of Carr.
He also might have something to do with the matter.
Stephen, said Herrick at breakfast, I want you to look after yourself again today.
I have business to do.
All right, replied Marsh, I can amuse myself.
There is the National Gallery to see in the Tower, and West's
minister Abbey. I should only bore you, taking you to these places. I'm never bored in your
company, said Jim absently. His thoughts intent on what he had to do, but I shall be at your service
tomorrow. You have to see about your practice, I suppose, Herrick? Yes, also some other business.
How long do you want to stay in town? A week is enough for the present, replied Marsh. We came for two,
did we not? I have got all the clothes I need. They will be ready by the end of this week.
Then we can go back. You want to return? Yes, I have an idea in my head. Later on, I will tell it to you.
Marsh turned to ask what Herrick meant, but seeing that his friend was taken up with his own thoughts,
he said nothing. After breakfast, Jim left Marsh to look over the morning paper and went out.
The first place he sought out was the lawyer's office.
Mr. Firth, the junior partner, received him all the more readily when he heard the name.
On the previous day, Stephen had been enthusiastic on the subject of his new friend.
Firth Jr. took to Jim at once.
I'm glad to see you, he said, pushing forward a chair.
Mr. Marsh Carr told us all about you.
I am glad he has had the good sense to select you as a companion.
He needs shaking up.
Marsh is a good fellow, replied Jim,
and anything I can do to make a man of him shall be done.
But the material is there, Mr. Firth.
Yes, but that stepmother of his did a great deal to ruin him.
He could not call his soul his own.
I do not think her death is much to be regretted.
finished firth with a dry smile she was rather stormy but i think she really loved her stepson what are you smiling at i was recalling one or two interviews i had with the lady in question said the young lawyer
she was as you say stormy even the colonel was afraid of her so he sent her up to us what did she come about an annuity for herself and an income for her son the principal was afraid of her-so he sent her up to us what did she come about an annuity for herself and an income for her son the principal
present owner of the estate. Colonel Carr refused to allow her one penny. He said that he had
made his will in favor of Stephen Marsh, and that both he and Mrs. Marsh could wait until his
death. I tried hard to persuade him to allow her something, but he refused. Mrs. Marsh used to come
up and make scenes in this office. Stormy, chuckled Firth. I should think she was.
What was your opinion of Colonel Carr? Well, draw the
the lawyer with a quick glance.
That is rather a leading question.
The man is dead, and he was good client to us.
But speaking as man-to-man, and in confidence, doctor,
I think he was the greatest scoundrel in the three kingdoms.
That's rather strong, Mr. Firth.
Yet it falls short of the truth, Dr. Herrick.
However, the man is dead, so we may leave him at rest.
he met with a terrible death, and his own familiar friend put an end to him.
The colonel had not much human feeling, but when dying he must have felt a pang at the thought
that the only creature he had been kind to was putting him out of the way.
"'Hsad Jim, using his favorite ejaculation, do you believe that Friscoll did kill him?'
"'I do not know anyone else who could have done so, and if he did not,
Why did he run away?
Why does he keep hidden?
Yes, Dr. Herrick, I think.
The crime can be safely put down to his account.
Queer man, too, added Firth, reflectively.
He was slangy and a good bit of a brute.
Yet there was something of the gentleman about him.
He could speak good English when he chose,
which was not often.
The colonel brought him from South America.
Did he now?
said Firth sharply.
I never knew that before.
Frisco at times came up about Carr's business,
but he was careful to say nothing about himself.
He seemed fond of his master.
That is why, it is so strange, that he should have killed him.
But then we know that the collie,
which is the most faithful of dogs,
goes mad at times and attacks his master.
I expect it was something of the same kind with Frisco.
do you know how the colonel made his money asked herrick no nor does any one else that i know of i am certain of one thing that it was made in some shady way car was an out-and-out bad lot a kind of captain kidd
strange that you should mention his name in conjunction with kidd he had a treasure likewise had he not what do you mean by had a treasure likewise
herrick considered a minute before replying as a rule he was not a man given to loose speaking and preferred to do his own work without the assistance of any one
but he saw that firth was a shrewd and capable man and that in case of need his advice was not to be despised so far as joyce was concerned jim did not intend to say anything at present but he was not yet sure of his ground and even had he been to be disbised so far as joyce was concerned jim did not intend to say anything at present but he was not yet sure of his ground and even had he been to be
and sure he would have hesitated to betray his friend however guilty he might be.
Concerning Don Manuel, he had no such scruples.
So he then and there told the lawyer all that had passed at the flat.
Firth listened attentively, but seemed in no way astonished.
It is the sort of thing one would expect from Carr, he said.
The man was a bad lot, and I dare say, if we knew all the details of that,
expedition we should find it less innocent than this mexican has depicted still leaving the man amongst the indians was bad enough so that was how he made his money i always knew it was not made in any respectable way
few fortunes are said herrick dryly that is true but some methods may be more damnable than others as in this case car i know went away many years ago
as poor as a rat i've heard my father speak of him he came back ten years ago with no end of money we helped him to invest it
as the income is eight thousand a year dr herrick you may guess what the principal amounted to treasure-hunting sounds innocent enough even romantic
but in car's hands i can guess what a piece of rascality it was the man could not run straight if there was a possibility of going the wrong way he took that in preference to following the right path still said herrick approaching the main object of his visit
the man had some good points for instance he was charitable to mrs joyce of west kensington's at firth with a stair how did you know about her
joyce is a friend of mine i was with him on a walking tour when he received your letter asking him the call nonsense we never wrote the man a letter in our lives not honor about the twenty-third of july
no i am positive i should have known it is true that he called to see us a few days after his mother's death about the annuity which carr ordered to be paid to mrs joyce he wanted to know if he would have it also
we communicated with colonel carr who replied in his characteristic way that joyce could go to the devil afterwards joyce called a second time and we told him the message
the second time was on the twenty-fourth of july no it was toward the end of april we have not seen him since nor as i say have we written him any letter
this concise explanation showed herrick that robin for reasons of his own had told a deliberate lie whatever he had come to london about it was not to see the solicitors as he had alleged to herrick
dr jim pulled his mustache reflectively why was an annuity paid to mrs joyce i don't know replied firth and even if i did it would be a breach of professional etiquette to tell you
a year after the colonel came back to england about nine years ago he ordered my father to send the monthly check to mrs joyce at an address at hampstead she sent a receipt every time but she never came to her
to see us, and we had absolutely nothing to do with her.
When she changed her address, which she did several times, she notified the fact, and we sent
her allowance to the new place.
That is all I know of the annuity, and as I say, the colonel stopped it when she died.
What it was for I don't know.
The colonel was dark in many ways.
He was evidently a most dangerous person, said Herrick, rising to take his leave.
however he has received the reward of his crimes by the way i suppose all the business of marsh is in your hands yes it is all in order the colonel was a most methodical man and he left his estate in the best of conditions
we are now arranging for letters patent for this change of name our client has arranged to call himself marsh car i suppose he did not like the idea of car alone
i suppose he did not like the idea of car alone can you wonder at it considering the reputation of the name no not a very nice name to give one's wife laughed firth rising
well good-bye dr herrick i am glad to have seen you and still more glad to think that our client has so excellent a friend at his elbow herrick laughed at his praise and departed very pleased that he had been to think that our client had so excellent a friend at his elbow herrick laughed at his praise and departed very pleased that he had been to his friend
received in so friendly a way. He fancied at one time that Firth might have looked upon him
as an interloper, and it was a great compliment to him that these shrewd lawyers should be so satisfied
with Stephen's choice of a friend. From the city, Herrick went to the Strand in search of the
whole hotel. He was now very doubtful of Robin's honesty. If the man had lied in one thing,
he would in another. Jim was quite prepared to find that Joyce was not known at the Strand public
house, but in this instance he proved to be wrong. Directed by a friendly policeman, he soon found the
place. It was a small pothouse of anything but reputable appearance. Herrick stepped inside and was
confronted by a stout woman with a squint. In answer to his inquiry for the landlord, she announced
that the house belonged to her and demanded his business.
Herrick seemed a necessity for caution went about his task in an artful way.
There was a friend of mine who stayed here on the night of the 24th of July last, he said,
wrote to me from this place on that date, and as I have received no letter since,
I have come to inquire if he is still to be found here.
What is his name, sir?
Mr. Robin Joyce.
Don't know it, grunted the landlady, Robin Joyce.
She rubbed her nose and then shouted, Tilda.
Do you know a party has stayed here called Robin Joyce?
Look up the books, 24th July.
A smart-looking girl, dressed in a tawdry manner,
made her appearance and requested her mother.
The stout lady was her mother, it appeared,
not to make such a noise.
then she addressed herself to Herrick.
I need not look at the book, sir.
I remember Mr. Robin Joyce quite well.
A little man, is he not, clean-shaven,
with rather long hair and big, big, black eyes.
Nervous manner, sir.
That is him, replied Herrick, thankful,
to hear that his friend was known at the address he had given.
He slept here on the night of the 24th of July.
"'Pake your pardon, sir, but he did nothing of this sort.
He came here after midday with a black bag and engaged the room.
Then he went out almost at once, promising to be back to dinner.
It was ordered, but he never came.
No, sir.
I did not see him until midday next morning.
You are certain he did not sleep here on that night?
Quite certain, sir, you remember mother.
he told both of us when he came back that he had been staying with a friend.
Yes, I remember now.
Then he paid his bill and went away to catch a train, he said.
The Paddington train put in the daughter.
I heard him tell the cabby to drive to Paddington.
Herrick thanked the two women for their information
and asked if Mr. Joyce had been there since.
Both were positive that he had not.
I saw him only once, sir, and he did not sleep here, were the last words of the daughter.
So Herrick departed fully convinced that Robin had told him a second lie.
Naturally, the little man never thought that anything would happen, likely to induce Herrick
to make inquiries, nor would such have been the case but for Stephen's remark about
the annuity.
The question now, said Herrick to himself, is whether he was that Saxon on the
that night. If I can prove that, then he shook his head and acknowledged that things were
beginning to look black against Joyce. For the moment he almost made up his mind to go at
once to West Kensington and tell Joyce the whole story, demanding, at the same time,
an explanation of these apparently unnecessary lies. But on second thought, he resolved to wait
until he could make certain that Joyce had gone down to Saxon.
Robin would probably take the afternoon train to Beominster.
In that case, however, he would have had to change at Southbury Junction,
and as Herrick was at the junction, he might not risk doing so.
There was Heathcroft, of course.
That was six miles from Saxon and could be reached by another line.
He might have gone that way and walked the six miles.
but I cannot say anything for certain until I make inquiries, thought Herrick, and so resolved
to wait until he returned to the pines with Marsh.
The next two or three days, Herrick spent with Stephen.
Not a word did he say about the business he had been employed upon.
He did not even speak of choice, tried not to think of him, but gave himself up to the enjoyment
of the moment.
Owing to his recent bereavement, Stephen would not go to any other than.
a theater. But the two managed to find amusement in exploring London. With the greatest of good
humor, Herrick permitted himself to be dragged to the tower, the abbey, and to several other
places which Stephen had already visited. Also, there was much shopping to do, clothes to be
tried on, and all kinds of fascinating things to be bought. Stephen purchased a selection of
presents for the Biffs, and made Herrick help him to choose them.
they arranged to go back at the week's end when the pines would be ready to receive them i expect it is all in order by this time said stephen and ida promised to see after the servants for me
bess is superintending the whole business i have told her to do exactly as she pleases and there is nothing she likes better we shall find the place in apple-pie order when we go back
why do you not marry miss bess said herrick laughing i like bess very much but she is not the wife for me said stephen seriously ida is better suited to me
herrick felt the pang of jealousy what chance had he against this wealthy favorite of fortune then he rebuked himself for the ungrateful feeling and swore that if he saw the least love existing between marsh and ida
that he would at once crush down his own passion as yet as he had told joyce it was not very strong but in the sunshine of ida's beauty and charm it might easily
assume gigantic proportions if it did and stephen loved her why then good-bye to his income for her it felt under the circumstances the situation would be so unbearable that he would be forced to leave saxon
if stephen would only say definitely if he loved the girl herrick would know how to act at the present he was quite in the dark still until he could be quite sure he judged it wiser to hold himself well in hand
later on it occurred to him that he would see joyce and ask him to come down to saxon if he had really committed the murder and of this there was yet no proof he would naturally refuse to come
on the other hand he might dare as much however on the whole as straws show which way the wind blows and he knew what a nervous man joyce was herrick thought he would be able to decide by his manner
if he really had any dislike the saxon he therefore one afternoon went to west kensington by this time he had settled with grant about his practice and arranged the manner of payment
his sole business was with robin and he went at once to the mansions the servant said that mr joyce was absent but was expected in soon and that another gentleman was waiting in the drawing-room to see him
Herrick had his suspicions at once, and was not at all surprised to meet the smiling face of Don Manuel Santiago.
"'Ah, you have come to see our friends,' said the Mexican, shaking Herrick's hand in the most hearty manner.
"'I also—he will be back shortly.'
"'How are you, Don Manuel?' said Herrick politely.
"'Well, I hope.'
The speech was obvious, but the fact is, Herrick was observing the Mexican from under his eyelids.
when santiago thought himself unobserved he stole glances at his visitor apparently he had neither liked nor trusted herrick the doctor wondered what bond bound robin and the scamp together
joyce was a scamp also and worse if his visit to saxon could be proved manuel answered the inquiry with a careless speech and a puzzled look evidently wondering why it was made
after a time he began to walk restlessly about the room exclaiming that he wanted a cigarette and he had exhausted his own herrick politely offered his case
as he wanted to put the mexican at ease and get him to speak in the hope of learning something from him but don manual refused the offer i smoke only my particular kind he said ah now i remember i left some in joyce's study
i will go and look for them will you come also signor we had better smoke in the study joyce does not like the smoke in this room he cast a look around and shrugged this ugly room said don manuel spitefully
herrick followed rather because he wished to keep the shifty creature in sight than because he wanted to smoke manuel went to the writing-table and shifted the papers about he searched the mantelpiece and then cast a mantelpiece and then cast a little bit of the writing-table and then cast a little bit of the writing-table and then cast it.
He passed in his eye on a tobacco cabinet, walked towards that.
He had found them and put them in there, said Manuel,
and pulled open several drawers.
The cabinet was at Herrick's elbow,
and he could see into all the drawers as the Mexican opened them.
In the lowest drawer was a pistol.
Don Manuel took it out.
A strange place to keep a revolver, he said.
No, it is not a revolver.
What can it be?
so large, so clumsy, senor?
Herrick took the weapon handed to him,
while Manuel continued his search for the cigarettes.
A frightful suspicion flashed into his mind
as he saw the old-fashioned weapon in the Mexican's hand.
He remembered that the death wound had been inflicted
by a roughly cast bullet,
and that at the inquest it was said
such had been fired from an antique pistol.
Here was the very thing in his hand,
old pistol, silver-mounted, and clumsy in the extreme. The muzzle was large, and could well fire
the big bullet that had passed through the heart of Carr to bury itself in the opposite wall.
And this was in Joyce's house. Herrick felt sick.
Manuel turned to him with a shrug. There are no cigarettes here, he said. Joyce has smoked
them. Signor, you look ill, pale. It is nothing, replied Herrick,
replacing the weapon in the cabinet, I am subject to attacks of faintness.
I think, Don Manuel, that you had better say nothing to Joyce about our finding that pistol.
He might not like us to be prying into his cabinet.
"'Has you please,' said Santiago, with a shrug,
but Joyce would never be angry with me.
"'What is the pistol, signor?'
"'Oh, some old-fashioned weapon, that Joyce brought in a curiosity shop very probably,' replied
the doctor carelessly, it certainly is not the kind of thing one would use.
No, replied Don Manuel, equally carelessly.
An ugly thing.
I will say nothing.
A cigarette?
Signor, I will take one of yours.
Ah, there's my dear friend Joyce.
While the Mexican was lighting the cigarette, Robin entered,
and greeted Herrick rather stiffly.
It was all Jim could do to bring himself to shake hands with a man he now believed.
to be a criminal yet in spite of all he had learned in spite of the discovery of the old-fashioned pistol he could not yet bring himself quite to believe in robin's guilt he still hoped for the best and talked easily enough how pale you are jim said joyce abruptly what is the matter
i am so much of a countryman now that london does not agree with me joyce laughed at the joke i prefer london myself that is a man
a pity, said Herrick, for I'm returning to Saxon tomorrow, and I want you to come down
for a few days next week.
I shall be delighted, said Robin at once. I can put up at the car arms. I do not know
Marsh, you know. I dare say, when he meets you, he will ask you to stay at the pine,
said Herrick. But you will come down, Robin. I've seen so little of you, and I do not want
our friendship to end so abruptly. Certainly, I will come down. Robin. I will come down, Robin. I've seen so little of you, and I do not want
our friendship to end so abruptly. Certainly, I will come with pleasure, replied Joyce so warmly,
that Herrick's heart smote him for his treachery. But when he remembered how Joyce had deceived him,
how he had led him to the very house, in which to all appearances, he had committed a crime,
the doctor's heart grew hard, and he was quite prepared to play his part and trap this man.
he was now beginning to regard robin as a little reptile extremely dangerous who need it to be crushed i shall come next week said joyce galey and if marsh likes me he may as you say ask me to the pines you might come also manual
perhaps if i have a day to spare said the mexican i should like to see the place where my dear friend carr died he glanced at herrick as he spoke but the doctor
doctor, was not attending to him, and did not see the look.
Tea was being brought in, and Herrick wanted to get away at once.
He felt that, knowing what he did, he could never break bread with Robin again.
He fervently hoped that the man was innocent, but things looked black.
I must go now, Robin, said Herrick hurriedly.
Remember you must come.
I promise, won't you have tea?
No, thanks.
March expects me.
Goodbye until we meet at Saxon.
Don Manuel, adieu.
To we meet at Saxon, said the ready foreigner,
and Herrick hurried out of the room and down the stairs.
Not until he was in the train, did he remember
that he should have been wise enough
to have secured the pistol as evidence.
But he may not be guilty after all, said Jim, hopefully.
His heart told him that he was wrong.
The circumstantial evidence
was too strong end of chapter nine chapter ten of the silver bullet by fergus hume this librivox recording is in the public domain
the secret writings dr jim could not conceal from himself that he was rather jumping at conclusions with regard to the guilt of joyce the man had deliberately lied about his visit to firth and had not slept at the hull-hole-tel to
tell, as he had stated. Herrick could not account for Robin's movements on the night of the
24th of July, and on that same night, Colonel Carr had met with his death. Then again
Robin was connected indirectly with Carr through his mother, although there was nothing to
show the relations which had existed between the Colonel and Mrs. Joyce. Finally, Joyce was
in possession of an old-fashioned weapon, firing a round bullet.
of the antiquated sort and carr had been killed with just such a bullet this was all the evidence jim could find which was likely to inculpate robin
on the other hand there was no reason why joyce should not be able to defend himself he certainly could not explain away the lies he had told herrick about the visit to the solicitors and the pretended income but he might be able to account for his doings on the night of the twenty-fourth
and for the possession of the pistol after all he had shown no hesitation in accepting harrick's invitation to saxon if he were guilty he would be afraid to venture there least he should be met by some one who had seen him on the night of the murder in the vicinity of the pines
his determination to come to saxon looked like innocence and jim granted as much the most important link to be discovered in the chain of evidence was the same
the most important link to be discovered in the chain of evidence was the way in which robin if guilty had come to saxon owing to the presence of herrick at southbury
he would not have risked going by that line and seeing that he had the change at the junction the other line branched off from the main trunk before it reached southbury and touched at heathcroft six miles from saxon
herrick made up his mind that when he got the saxon he would go to heathcroft to make inquiries if he could prove that robin had alighted at that station there would no longer be any doubt of his guilt
no doubt joyce if he had come to heathcroft had disguised himself but he might not think of increasing his stature by artificial means and he was so exceptionally small that even the most casual observer would remark upon
it i shall give him every opportunity of defending himself thought herrick if i find that he came to heathcroft he will have to account to me for his doings i must know the truth or else part with him as a friend forever
then the doctor thought with a qualm that if he did learn the truth the parting might be more complete than he imagined if choice were indeed guilty he would find himself in a dilemma as to whether he should hold his tongue or denounce the man he had been so friendly with
it would not be a pleasant position it was when he was in the train that herrick thought of this with stephen he was returning to saxon and the two had provided themselves with newspapers and magazines to beguile the tedium of the journey
for some time herrick had been concealed behind the daily telegraph pretending to read but in reality he had been thinking over the case of robin joyce
marsh was in good spirits and inclined to talk so dr jim yielded for after all his thoughts were anything but pleasant you are glad to go back to saxon stephen he said
marsh carr as he must now be called nodded and smiled very glad he said i find a little of london goes a long way i want to be in my own country amongst my own friends
you will have a large circle soon stephen when you are settled at the pines all the county will call they will be delighted that in that beautiful house there will be some one they can know you must make the car family once more important in the county
i am afraid i am not ambitious said stephen my nature is a somewhat retiring one i fancy i shall attend to my estates and write poetry
you have no desire to go into parliament not the least books and friends those are what i want of course i shall try and do good in my own way but i do not wish to take part in public life there will be plenty for me to do in a small way
i think you are right responded herrick soberly and you have had such a wretched life hitherto that it is but fair you should have a few years of enjoyment but you must travel but you must travel but you must travel and you have had such a wretched life hitherto that it is but fair you should have a few years of enjoyment but you must travel
for a time before you settle down.
I shall be pleased to, but of course, as you know,
I shall not be able to leave Saxon until the end of the year.
I want to be certain of holding the property.
I wonder why my uncle left instructions
that a new vault should be built and should be visited,
and why for a year?
I cannot understand myself, replied Herrick.
Your uncle was a man of mystery.
But I have learned something of his past, Stephen, and Herrick related his meeting with Don Manuel
and what he had been told about the doings of Carr in South America.
Stephen looked uneasy and grave.
I hope this money was obtained in quite a proper way, he said, otherwise, I should be afraid
to use it.
If it is what the gypsies call red money, that is obtained by bloodshed, I would rather
give it up, for it can bring only a curse.
I do not think you need trouble on that score, replied Jim, with a shrug.
Heaven knows that Carr was not scrupulous, but with regard to the fortune he brought
home, if it was taken from some treasure chambers of those Inca monarchs, the spoil was
legitimate enough.
If I came across such a treasure, I should have no hesitation in taking it.
the worst feature of the expedition was the leaving of santiago with the indians but as he is still alive no harm has been done do you think i ought to give him some money asked stephen
certainly not was herrick's emphatic reply in the first place we do not know that the story is true in the second place i am convinced that the mexican is a scoundrel and in the third it is not your place to impose you are not your place to impose a second place i am convinced that the mexican is a scoundrel and in the third it is not your place to impose
"'tovish yourself for the sake of other people.'
"'I wish I could find out the story of my uncle's life.'
"'Well, Don Manuel is probably coming down to Saxon
"'on a sentimental pilgrimage to see the grave of a man he detested.
"'He may tell you all he knows if you question him.'
"'Probably he will tell me of very pretty stories,' said Stephen dryly.
"'But will it be true?
"'I do not want the Arabian knights.'
Herrick shrugged his shoulders.
I should not care to take Santiago's word myself, he said.
Still amongst his lies, there may be some grain of truth.
But where the real truth will be found is in the secret writing which Bess gave to me.
Bess, cried Marce Carr with a smile.
Dr. Jim colored and apologized.
A slip of the tongue, he said.
I hear you talk of Bess so frequently that I'm apt to fall in.
into the same habit. But this writing, he added hurriedly, to avoid further explanation,
as you know, we can make nothing of it, yet, if we could read it, something tangible might
be discovered. I really do not see why I should trouble at all about my uncle's villainy,
said Marsh Carr, rather impatiently. The estate is mine now, and I want to enjoy it without
worrying my conscience. Of course I do worry, as to the writing, there is a cryptogram in the
telegraph which resembles the paper you showed me. Here it is in the agony column. Herrick
took the newspaper and looked at the paragraph indicated by Stephen. The jumble of letters
did indeed resemble that on the piece of Chinese paper. In print, the cryptogram was as
follows. Uppercase E. Q. H. R. B. N.
C. C. D. C. D. Space. Uppercase O. Z. Q. J. J. C. M. C. M.
D, Q, semi-colon, space, one, five, comma, space, uppercase N, B, S, N, A, D, Q, colon, space, uppercase R, O, D, Z, J, J, colon, space, uppercase S, N, N, space, uppercase,
A, K, T, D, colon, space, uppercase B, K, N, S, G, D, R, colon, space.
Uppercase V, G, H, S, D, C, C, C, C, C, C, C, C, C, C, C, C, C, C, C, C, C, C, C,
U.R. colon,
space, uppercase R, G, N, D, R,
colon, space, uppercase D, Z, Q, Q, R, colon, space,
period.
Dr. Jim read this over twice, then took out the Chinese paper,
and compared to two cryptograms i believe the secret writing is the same he said with some excitement see stephen in each there are figures and in each the figures are the same fifteen i believe that this was inserted by some one who knew car
it may be from friscoe communicating with a third person about the murder true enough replied stephen yet it might merely be a coincidence
if the figures were not the same i might think so but that in both there should be fifteen is strange to say the least of it perhaps thirty is the key to the cipher
it might be so said herrick studying the telegraph but i am hanged if i can see how to apply it oh that edgar allan poe were at hand he could unravel any cipher in ten minutes the man had a marvelous gift in that way
i once read a book on cipher writing said marsh carr after a pause it said that to unravel a line of secret writing it was best to search for the character that represent a book for the character that represent
e since that letter is used more frequently than any other in the english language there you lay a finger on the weak spot said jim quickly this cipher may be written in spanish for all i know why in spanish particularly
because if it applied to colonel carr in his doings that is the most likely language he would use other than english he was mostly in mexico and peru
if manual is to be believed and there spanish is spoken as you know stephen this may be a writing in that tongue well herrick you know spanish
yes i might interrupt it dr jim sarcastically if i were acquainted with secret writing but this is dutch to me and worse for i have some knowledge of dutch and absolutely none of this
let us try your e idea stephen and see what we make of it the chinese paper cipher is the shortest we will count the letter that is most frequent and call it e something may come of the attempt
herrick counted and stephen checked his reckoning four d's said jim five k's three z's and three r's
seems to me that k is the predominant letter and once it comes k k k which might stand for double e well we'll call it e but here are two r's together said stephen that might stand also for double e
yes but you forget that there are five k's to three rs we agreed to call the letter which predominated e all right fire away and see what you make of it
for the next hour the two men with pencil and paper did their best to extort sense from the jumble of letters on this basis at the end of the time they were both out of temper and had not succeeded in obtaining even one
reasonable word.
Hang it, said Stephen,
throwing his paper to the other end of the carriage.
I don't believe it makes sense at all.
Nonsense, replied Herrick, wiping his face.
It is sure to make sense.
All ciphers do.
And I dare say this is an easy one.
The easiest are usually the most difficult to unravel.
That is an epigram, Stephen.
Stephen had taken up the paper again
and was studying the cipher.
Fifteen, uppercase I, period, uppercase T, period, uppercase K, period, uppercase X, period, he said, musingly, the figures and the letters run together here.
So they do in the telegraph cipher, said Herrick, and read out, 15, uppercase N, period, B, period, S period, N period, N period, A period, period.
D, period, Q period.
What of that?
I thought it might be a date, said Marsh Carr apologetically.
Dr. Jim laughed.
It might.
On the other hand, it might not.
You forget the figures are concealed the same as the letters, said Stephen.
How do we know that, retorted the doctor?
Fifteen may be the key to the cipher.
You may count one or count five,
or add the two together and count six, or subtract the two and count four.
Then again, you may have to count from left to right or right to left,
and after all the cipher may be in Spanish or English or in the Indian tongue,
for the matter of that.
Carr was mixed up with the South American Indians, as you know.
We'll never discover it, Stephen, but I tell you what, added Jim,
struck with a sudden thought,
this Mexican devil may know what it means.
In that case, he must have put it in the paper, said Stephen.
He knew Carr, and the cipher was used by car.
What is more likely?
Herrick frowned.
There is some conspiracy on, he muttered.
I do not see what it all means.
We must learn what these ciphers mean, Stephen.
It is a serious matter.
Do you think the key might be found amongst your uncle's papers?
He left no papers, replied Stephen, I have looked.
Dr. Jim shook his head.
The thing was beyond him.
He replaced the Chinese paper in his pocketbook
and cut out the notice in the telegraph.
I say, Stephen, he said, while thus employed,
did your uncle take in the daily telegraph?
Yes, he used to pass it on the best when he had done with it.
there you see cried jim triumphantly another link this cipher has been put in the newspaper your uncle usually read oh be sure it has to do with his business perhaps with his death well we shall see
nothing more was said about the matter as the two were a trifle exhausted by their efforts to read the ciphers when the train arrived at bera minster station they were met by frank and decott who came towards them and his own
state of excitement, usually foreign to his nature.
Glad to see you fellow's backs, said Frank, shaking hands.
Best got the wire you sent, Steve, and insisted that I should meet you here.
I have brought a cart, borrowed it from Pentman Corn.
He wanted his groom to come to, but there was not enough room for four.
Got much luggage?
No, only a couple of portmen, too.
The heavy baggage is coming by a goods train.
laughed Stephen.
I have been buying up the whole of London.
I say, Frank, how are the biffs?
All right, replied Frank,
as they put up the portmanteau on the dog cart.
Up you get, Steve.
Will you drive, or you, Herrick?
No, replied to Dr. Grimley.
You have undertaken the responsibility of that horse.
If I kill it, Corn will blame me.
Drive yourself, I'll stick on behind.
No, no,
protested Stephen. Get up in front, Herrick. Certainly not. The Lord of the Manor of Saxon
must have the first place. He swung himself up to the back seat. Send her along, Frank.
In a few minutes they were rattling home along the Southbury Road, and Frank was telling
Marsh Carr all that had been done at the Pines. It seemed that Bessonida had engaged
the moderate staff of servants, the most indispensable that is.
is as they left the choice of the others to stephen the house had been clean from top to bottom food had been got in and a good dinner awaited the travelers bess ida and i are coming over later on explained frank we want to hear of your adventures
i'm afraid we've had none said marsh car with a laugh herrick said nothing he was thinking if he told all he had discovered and talked about his suspicion
he might create a sensation.
However, the time was not yet ripe
to take the biffs into his confidence.
Best was the one he would consult if necessary.
Frank deposit them at the pines
and then drove away to the rectory to restore the cart.
Stephen found the house in admirable order
and a good dinner waiting for him
and his friend in the dining room.
Herrick felt rather a qualm
as he sat down, remembering that ghastly meal which had waited for the dead colonel.
However, he was too healthy a man to give way to such morbid fancies, and made an excellent meal.
Afterwards, he and Stephen had coffee in the library, and as the evening was chilly,
Marsh Carr ordered a fire to be lighted.
In a state of comfort they sat in comfortable armchairs smoking luxuriously.
hitherto Stephen had smoked only cigarettes, but lately, by the advice of his doctor, had begun pipe-smoking.
After a time, he found it much more satisfying than the cigarettes.
I suppose they will be here soon, said Stephen, glancing at his watch.
Herrick grunted, to tell the truth, he felt so comfortable that he did not want to be disturbed.
There was a good deal of a bachelor about Herrick, however,
just as Stephen replaced his watch,
one of the new footmen announced the Biffs,
not by that name, certainly.
Mr. Endicott and the Mrs. Endicott, said Phillips,
he had been in the service of the Bishop of Beaumister,
and prided himself on knowing the manners of good society.
Well, said Bess, when the first greeting was over,
and they were all seated comfortably round the fire,
what do you think of the house?
it is splendid said stephen i have to thank you and ida heartily but i won't stop short of thanks and then the presents were produced they took the form of jewelry and both the girls were delighted
oh lovely lovely cried ida looking at the emerald ring which stephen had placed on her finger i do so love jewels as she spoke she caught the eye of marsh car
fixed significantly on her and blushed she knew very well why the ring had been bought although stephen had not placed it on the engagement finger
herrick did not notice this by-play which might have enlightened him he was busy talking to frank about the new gun which he was examining frank had always wanted a gun and was in the seventh heaven of delight
bess also was pleased with a bangle but she would rather have had books however she did not say so as she did not wish stephen to think she was disappointed
i have something for flo and sydney but those can wait said stephen frank was so taken up with his new gun that stephen devoted himself to ida
herrick was thus thrown into the society of bess who asked him if he had solved the cryptogram no i have not he replied and here is another of the same sort which appeared in the telegraph to-day
bess glanced at it with interest i've seen something like that before she said thoughtfully several times a cipher like that has been in the telegraph i never thought it at anything to do with the colonel
i'm sure it had said herrick eagerly have you the cuttings no i did not think it was necessary to keep them they all appeared within the last year
m said herrick i'll send for a file of the newspaper but this cipher i wish we could read it i believe it has some connection with cars death or at all events with the secret of his life
i can't make it out said bess looking at the cutting and the scrap of chinese paper unless she hesitated well unless what
i was talking to frisco one day said bess he had been drinking rum as usual and was rather drunk the colonel had sent him to the post-office for the letters and he held one in his hand the only one which had come that day it was about three months ago
shortly after i picked up that piece of chinese paper this one she shook it at herrick i understand go on i noticed that the envelope of the letter friscoe carried was of the same paper
ha cried the doctor this is interesting yes frisco was shaking the letter waving it over his head and singing i stopped to tell him that he ought to be ashamed of himself being in such a state when he knew perfect
well how to behave.
One minute, interrupted Herrick,
remembering what Firth had said.
Was this Frisco a gentleman?
Yes and no, replied Bess.
He had a refined way of speaking
in spite of the frightful American slang he used.
At times, when he was quite sober,
he would speak to me in the most refined way.
At other times, he was just awful.
A large fat man, was he not?
yes immensely stout but his face was rather handsome he was about the same age as the colonel there was something attractive about frisco finished beth's with a sigh
he was his own worst enemy well about this letter he was waving it and singing i met him in the pine-wood where i had been to look for sidney i told him that he might lose it since he was so drunk he laughed and said no one
could read it. He knew the letter
by the envelope. Ah, said Herrick, by the Chinese paper.
It is noticeable. Well, I asked him
what he meant. He laughed again and went away singing.
Move on one, move on one.
I took no notice of the words at the time.
But as he had a cipher letter in his hand,
I've often wondered if he applied the words to the cipher.
Move on one, repeated Herrick excitedly.
and glanced at the Chinese paper cipher.
Hmm.
Stephen thought that fifteen,
uppercase I, period, uppercase T, period, uppercase K period,
uppercase X period, might be a date.
If this cipher has to do with the murder.
A date interrupted Bess eagerly.
Well, Colonel Carr was murdered in July.
Dr. Jim, in the word July there are four letters and—
i see what you mean and here are four letters uppercase i period uppercase t period uppercase k period uppercase x period also the number fifteen
move on one said bess repeating the cry of frisco that is take the next figures to the one and five two and six said herrick by heaven that must mean the twenty-sixth
move on to these four letters i stands for j t for u k for l and x in the place of y j july cried herrick dashing down the pen here is the solution to the cryptogram
the twenty-sixth of july repeated bess and the colonel was murdered on the twenty-fourth i do not see the connection we have not worked out the whole cipher yet said dr jim here take a pen and write down the alphabet
bess did this as rapidly as possible as she saw what the doctor meant now place a under b place b under c and so on to the end of the alphabet
best did this also i can put z under no letter she said yes you can z goes under a i have heard of this cipher it is written with misleading letters you simply take the next letter for the one that is down
come we will apply the result to these ciphers this is what they got in the chinese paper cipher the last warning period till july
twenty six period then death period unless and in the printed cipher of the daily telegraph frisco period high park corner period twenty six october period
speak the blue clothes comma white hat comma gloves comma shoes period cars money period end of chapter ten chapter eleven chapter eleven
of the silver bullet by Fergus Hume.
This Libravox recording is in the public domain.
Settling down.
The cipher was so simple that Herrick wondered
that he had not solved it before.
It merely consisted of the alphabet arranged in two lines.
The first line being written in the normal way the alphabet is written.
The second line being written as previously explained.
the cipher was written by using the second line as though it were the first all that had to be done was to write out the alphabet and use the first line in place of the second nothing could be more ingenious or when it was known more simple
but for all that herrick would not have found the key had he not recollected stephen's remark that the number fifteen might be a date and had not best related frisco's apparently meaningless words
However, here was the reading of the riddle.
Colonel Carr had been warned to do a certain thing,
and was threatened with death if he did not do it.
He was given up to the 26th of July,
but the punishment, vengeance, or whatever it was,
had been executed on the 24th.
Jim could see no reason for this anticipation of a cipher letter.
As to the cryptogram in the Agony column of the Daily Telegraph,
it would seem that someone knew that frisco was in london and wished to see him about carr's money this rather bore out herrick's belief that there was a conspiracy in progress to rob stephen of his inherited wealth was captain manuel striking in the dark
or had robin joyce anything to do with the matter herrick asked himself these questions but he did not seek an answer from bess until he was absolutely sure of robin's guilt
he did not wish to say a word, and if he told Bess about Santiago, he would have to reveal
what Joyce had presumably done. At all events, the mere mention of Santiago's name, and where he
met him, would invite questions regarding Joyce. If I were you, Dr. Jim, said Bess the next day,
when they met to talk over their discovery, I should go up to London and wait at Hyde Park
corner. It will be easy for you to see a person dressed as noticeably as the man who put in the
cipher intends to be. I should think a navy-blue surge with white hat, gloves, and boots
would attract the tension. You can then see if the person meets Frisco and—and—
"'And give Frisco in charge,' finished Herrick.
"'No,' said Miss Endicott decisively. I should not do that. At present public opinion and
circumstantial evidence is so much against Frisco that he would not have a fair trial.
If he did murder Colonel Carr, which I don't believe, you can prove it by watching him.
See where he and the man who meets him are going. Follow on and be guided by circumstances
how to act. Have you any idea who put this in? Dr. Jim suspected Don Manuel, but he did not
think it wise to say so. I really cannot be sure, he said, shirking the question. Of course,
we're all in the dark about this business. Again, I notice that no time is mentioned in the
cipher. Oh, I can understand that, replied Bess, producing a slip of paper from her pocket.
When I got home last night, I looked through the file of the Daily Telegraph, given to me by
Colonel Carr. I thought there might be a third cipher.
See, here it is.
It appeared about the beginning of August.
Herrick looked at the third cipher.
It was worded exactly the same as the one that had appeared in the newspaper at the later date,
save that in it the hour of three o'clock was mentioned as the time of meeting.
Hmm, said Dr. Jim.
I wonder if Friscoe obeyed this first request.
I am sure he did, answered best readily.
If he had not,
The time of the meeting would be put into the second.
No, Dr. Jim, it is because the person who wants to meet Frisco met him the first time,
that he has omitted the hour.
He knows that Frisco will be there at three o'clock if he comes at all.
You go up and see what you can do.
It is now the twenty-second, said Herrick.
After a moment.
All right, I'll go up, but I should say nothing of all this to Stephen.
nor to anyone replied Bess, warningly,
Let us work out the thing ourselves,
and put an end to the conspiracy.
I am sure it is one, she added,
for you see Carr's money is mentioned.
I hope poor Stephen will not be murdered next.
I hope not, said Herrick, rather gloomily.
He was recalling what Mrs. Marsh had said to him about Frisco,
and of a possible danger to her stepson.
At all events, I shall look at,
after him carefully.
But all this seems to show that Frisco is not the good man you thought him.
It does look bad for Frisco, admitted best dejectedly.
Still, he may be able to explain if he can only summon up courage to take his trial.
I should not like to be mistaken in Frisco.
There was something I liked about him.
Well, I'll go up to town and watch, said Herrick.
By the way, my friend Joyce, is coming down here next week the state.
for a time.
I am so glad, said Bess eagerly.
I only saw a glimpse of him last time.
He's an author, and we shall have so much to talk about.
Herrick was rather annoyed by her enthusiasm.
He did not like the idea of Joyce, whom he suspected,
being too great a friend of this girl's,
yet when he came to think over the matter,
his annoyance was ridiculous.
He was jealous of Stephen with Ida,
and now irritated at the prospect of Bess getting on well with Robin.
I do not love the two of them, said Herrick to himself, with a vexed laugh, yet I like both.
At all events, if Joyce does come down, I'll keep them apart as much as possible.
I must know the truth about Joyce before I let him again into my circle of friends.
In any case, he is a liar, if no worse.
This was an unsatisfactory frame of mind into which to renew a friendship, but Jim had no such intention.
Finding that Robin had told him two deliberate falsehoods, he made up his mind that all was at an end between them.
Herrick had a very high opinion of the sacredness of friendship, and was in addition, as Dr. Johnson said, a good hater.
He either liked the man greatly or disliked him immensely.
with that utmost calmness he went to work to get his quondam friend by his side in order to learn the truth if joyce had murdered carr if he was mixed up with frisco and don manual in a conspiracy against stephen
there was no punishment he did not deserve but although herrick was hard he was also just every chance would be given to joyce to prove his innocence and if in the end he proved to be guilty jim knew in his heart
of hearts that he would let him go free, much as he might deserve the punishment of the law.
Jim felt that for the sake of their old friendship he could not be the one to hand him over to justice.
It must not be thought that Herrick took his discovery calmly. He suffered greatly on learning
the worthlessness of the man he had so trusted. He had saved Robin's life by nursing him
through a dangerous illness and had been attracted by his ambition to become a
I'm a great novelist. He had also tried to make a man of him by strengthening his will
and mending his nerves, being sorry for the tortured creature. But since the man was so
inherently bad, Herrick sternly cut himself off from him. He waited only to be certain of the
worst to cast Robin out of his life. But until he was certain, he gave him the benefit of
the doubt. It was a painful position, but Jim set his teeth.
and stuck to it.
The journey to town was a complete failure.
Herrick watched at High Park Corner all day,
thereby incurring the unjust suspicions of the police.
But he saw neither the eccentricly dressed individual
who had described himself in the cipher,
nor the ex-sailer,
whom he hoped to recognize by his monstrous stoutness
and, if chance offered,
by the scar on his forehead.
neither one of them came to the rendezvous,
so Dr. Jim returned the Saxon, a sadder,
but not a wiser man.
Bess consoled him.
They must have got some suspicion
that they were being watched, she said.
Sooner or later, another of these ciphers will appear in the paper,
and you will have a chance of catching them.
Hmm, said Jim, disbelieving.
If they are suspicious,
they will make some other arrangements,
for, you see,
they must have guessed that in some way I had solved the cipher.
It is all darkness and mystery, said Herrick vexedly.
For the time being at all events, I intend to put it out of my head.
This he did, and with considerable success.
There was much to do at the Pines and with its new master.
The estate had to be put in order.
More servants had to be engaged with the assistance of Ida,
and the walls and fences had to be put up again.
Also, the new vault was rapidly approaching completion,
and Stephen hoped to have his uncle's body removed into it before Christmas.
In the meantime, he did not neglect to go monthly
and even weakly to the family sepulchre to see that all was safe.
As yet, nothing had been disturbed.
Stephen began to think that the necessity of protecting the body of the wicked colonel
was all moonshine, but Herrick knew better.
He still believed in the existence of a conspiracy,
and kept his eyes and ears open.
It was well in these days that Marsh Carr had so watchful a guardian.
Joyce arrived at the car arms with Don Manuel,
and the two made themselves very agreeable.
Herrick did not approve of their calling at Biffstead,
but he either had to quarrel openly with them
or tolerate the acquaintance, as a row would have spoiled his plans, and perhaps, if his
suspicions were correct, exposed Stephen to danger.
Herrick held his peace and made himself agreeable.
Indeed, neither Robin or Santiago had any idea that he was their enemy, so well did he play
his part.
Dr. Jim hated to wear a mask, but much could be done by guile, and nothing at all could be
gained by force, so he consented to do violence to his usually open nature.
Meantime, he devoted himself to educating Stephen out of doors. Horses were bought,
and the two rode daily. Herrick taught Stephen how to swim to fence the box and the golf.
Indeed, the Biffs also took to golfing. For Herrick obtained permission to lay out part of the
heath as a lynx. Then the young men and maidens
of the county came to play in Saxon became quite busy.
Even the Bealminster people contrived and learned a game,
and the clerical society there, curates, dean,
and even the cannons played with zest and judgment.
Herrick, as the original starter of the game,
was voted an acquisition to the county and made much of it.
He and Stephen were asked everywhere,
and as the weeks went by, Marshcar became a different man.
He lost his air of shyness, became straighter in the back,
spent less time pouring over books, and more in the open air.
Needless to say, he was warmly attached to the doctor,
and it was now Jim and Steve between them,
and the Biff's approved of the friendship.
Since he had lost the friendship of Robin,
Herrick paid more attention to Ida.
He never paused to analyze his feelings toward her
and foolishly believed that he loved her.
She knew better, and smiled at the attention paid to her by Dr. Jim.
Herrick was no wiser than his neighbors when it came to a question of sex,
and because he admired Ida thought that she was the only woman in the world for him.
He had never been in love before,
and mistook the affection he felt for a beautiful and kind-hearted girl
for the genuine passion spoken of by poets.
If it was, Jim did not think it was so bad as they made out.
He had not himself felt the wound, so he jested, at the scars of others.
Ida was amused at the dear large, stupid creature, and played the role of umphale to his Hercules.
But she knew quite well when the pull him up.
When his attention became too pressing, she did so in her own quiet way, strange to say,
Stephen did not notice his friend's folly, or if he did, he made no remark.
One day the Biffs took afternoon tea in the pinewood round the mansion.
Stephen and Herrick were there, the Biffs themselves, and Don Manuel with Robin.
The latter was much excited and chattered on in a merry way, which amused everyone,
safe Herrick, who looked at him rather sourly.
Bess was too attentive of Joyce to please the doctor.
Come and sit by me, Mr. Joyce, she said, making a place beside her,
when they sat on the grass for tea.
You shall feed me.
Ah, what a privilege, put in Santiago and Bess frowned.
She did not like the Spaniard.
I am so hungry, announced Robin, Jim,
you sit over there by Miss Endicott, and Mr. Marsh can sit beside Miss Flo.
Santiago placed himself beside Sidney, who at once got up and walked away to the other side of the circle.
Sidney hated the Mexican and openly said as much.
There was a bad feeling about him, said Sidney, and he sometimes shivered and turned pale when in Don Manuel's company.
The Mexican did not seem annoyed, he understood Sidney better than did the others,
or he said he did and explained his reasons to Herrick.
the doctor laughed at him when these were explained and declined to argue such nonsense at this don manuel smiled but did not take offence he had his own reasons for remaining on friendly terms with jim
how pleasant it is here said bess looking at the green boughs overhead so solitary one would think we were miles away in the country so we are said robin amidst the general laugh how many people are said robin amidst the general laugh how many people
how many more miles do you want us to be miss bess the girl laughed herself you know what i mean perfectly well of course nothing could be more absolutely rural than this but saxon is the same what i meant to say is that no human habitation can be seen hereabouts
no the tower has disappeared said stephen gravely it used to be visible from here just over those two pines santiago chimed in ah that is where my poor friend met his death i wonder you are not afraid to live in the house seor
why should he be afraid put in ida rather indignantly ghosts are not pleasant things said the mexican with a shrug do you mean to say that the wicked colonel walks
asked Robin.
You are talking nonsense, said Herrick,
who is beginning to find the conversation disagreeable,
and in the presence of Stephen, not in good taste.
There are no such thing as ghosts,
and the room in which Colonel Carr died has been demolished.
If you talk like this, the ignorant country people,
who will be inventing some legend.
Sidney, who had been listening to all this very quietly,
looking first at one speaker and then at the other,
brother let his grave-blue eyes fall upon the doctor how do you know there are no such things as ghost he demanded there are i have seen them myself everyone shuddered and santiago looked at the boy with a curious smile where have you seen a ghost asked herrick quietly
in the wood in the village churchyard all kinds of shapes and forms they do not frighten me only bad people are frightened you would be
he added, looking at Santiago.
Yes, responded that gentleman, you are quite right.
I am glad I have not your gift of seeing things.
You laugh at it, I suppose.
Pardon me, I know too much about it to laugh.
The tower said Sidney, suddenly turning to Stephen,
I know you can see it from here.
Often and often I have sat in the darkness under yon tree
and watched the shapes in the light that stretched.
streamed from the windows.
All bad shapes, all wicked spirits, said Sidney.
The colonel was so wicked that nothing good would come near him.
I'd have thought that this conversation had gone quite far enough,
and when Herrick glanced at her, interposed,
Sidney, you are talking nonsense.
The boy got up in kind of a cold rage.
Always nonsense, said he,
because you're all blind and stupid,
and he walked away.
Is he mad, said Robin, his mouth open?
Best was about to contradict him rather indignantly when Santiago interposed.
He is far from mad, said he, but he has a wonderful gift denied to us who are of common clay.
Of course the doctor does not believe in this.
He is a materialist.
No, I am not, replied Herrick, rather nettled,
but I do not believe in things that cannot be proved by the senses.
I said you were a materialist, replied Santiago, and refused to speak further.
It was on another occasion, and when no one was present, that Jim renewed the conversation.
Meanwhile, the doctor was angry at the attention paid by Joyce the best.
The little man had now known her some weeks and had taken a violent fancy to her.
he haunted her like a shadow and she did not seem to dislike it herrick did but as he had no right to interfere he was obliged to look on in silence more than ever he regretted his folly in inducing robin to come down to saxon
not for all the schemes in the world would he have bess andacott lose her heart to joyce until this day such an idea had never entered his head but now he saw more clearly
bess was distinctly pleased with robin's attentions should she really get to care for him and robin was attractive when he liked herrick knew that he would be forced to interfere even if he had to denounce joyce to the law
he would put an end to such a possibility he could not even see the two together without annoyance and rose abruptly to walk away as he went in the direction of the heath and by almost the same path as he and joyce had come on that terrible night
he heard a light step behind him and turned to see ida she looked more lovely than ever for having followed him rapidly her face was somewhat flushed
just as he was on the edge of the heath she laid her hand on his arm a thrill ran through the strong frame of the doctor he thought this was love but indeed any man would have felt as much had ida endicott touched him
she was beautiful and moreover had a magnetic attraction which drew the most sullen under her charm how much more than herrick who frankly acknowledged that she was
what he rather obviously called an angel don't follow him dr jim she said breathlessly believe me he is better alone i know his moods
are you talking of sidney asked herrick in surprise yes i thought you followed him she cast a look across the moor where the slender figure of the boy could just be seen disappearing on the horizon
how fast he walks here there and everywhere like a ghost i did not follow sidney said herrick gravely but i see that i must take the boy in hand his brain is too excitable
you don't think he's mad said ida turning pale i assure you that he is very shrewd in many ways and looks after himself thoroughly but he was always a delicate boy with strange habits he is a poet said herrick decisively
that is why he sees things as he puts it his imagination and brain power are too strong for his weak body if he went in for exercise and took pleasure in sports he would soon lose these unhappy fantasies they would pass away in verse
do you think you ought to go to a public school certainly not the boy is too peculiar too rare a spirit the other boys would not understand him and he would be as unhappy
has coleridge and lamb no he needs looking after privately i like corn but he does not understand the boy let me see to it miss
indeed faltered ida i should be very glad we are all very fond of sidney but he is peculiar as you say and you have done wonders with stephen i can see that i've only induced him to take an interest in healthy things said herrick
The rest follows as a matter of course.
But I am glad you are pleased, you know,
that I'm anxious to please you, Ida.
Miss Endicott blushed and drew back with a look of surprise.
Then she seemed to make up her mind, and instead of leaving him,
as seemed to be her original intention,
she walked on beside him towards the moor.
You are very kind, she said simply.
You are not angry at my calling you, Ida?
Not at all.
I call you Dr. Jim.
You seem to be kind of a brother to us all.
I'm glad that Stephen has so good a friend.
But I do not want to be a brother, said Jim, in a deep voice,
trying to take her hand.
You must understand.
She drew her hand away quietly.
I do understand, she said, in low tones,
but I beg you not to go on talking like this.
But Ida, you must have seen.
I love you.
No, you do not love me, Dr. Jim.
She laid her hand on his shoulder and looked gravely into his flushed face.
If you had really been in love with me, I should not have waited.
You saw how I turned to go and changed my mind.
That was because I wished to put matters right between us.
I do not understand, Ida.
I know you don't, and that is why you speak.
If you were in love with me, Dr. Jim, you would know that I am in love with someone.
someone else.
In love with someone else?
Not Stephen.
Yes, Steven, and he loves me.
Oh, you look astonished.
I said you did not know what love meant.
Had you really felt the passion you believe you feel, you would have guessed.
You like me, because we get on well together, because you think, I am pretty.
Here she blushed and laughed.
I am talking foolishly, I fear.
But what I mean to say is that it is only Ida Endicott you love, not the real woman.
If you did, if your heart was filled with a true passion, you would have seen that Stephen and I understand one another.
Has he asked you, too? stammered Herrick.
There was no need that he should ask, replied Ida.
I am quite content to wait until he speaks because I know, and he knows that I know.
That is true love, Dr. Jim.
we do not need mere words.
Jim looked down, rather shamed face,
but Ida took him by the arm and forced him to face her.
Confessed, she said, with a laughing face,
you are not quite broken-hearted, that I will not marry you.
No reply, Jim, rather astonished,
at the calmness of his feelings.
I can't say I feel suicidal.
Ida shrugged her queenly shoulders,
you see, was her remark.
What I said was,
true. You do not love the true woman. No, Dr. Jim. She put her hand into his. I am glad we have
had this talk. The moon can never be yours, so do not cry for it. When you are really and truly
in love, you will feel very different to what you do now, I assure you. Jim Moore himself
laughed. Where did you learn all this lore? Mother Nature taught it to me, laughed Ida.
I need it, no teaching.
i knew years ago that stephen and i were born for one another yet we have always been merely friends nothing more he has not even said to me as much as you have done
we understand both of us that is why i have refused so many good offers other people could not understand not even best clever as she is but i knew so did stephen it is for this reason i refuse you dr jim
not that you have asked me she finished laughing jim laughed too for he was now once more at his ease with her i have been making a fool of myself he said and you are a dear good woman to take me in such a spirit i suppose it was not really love after all
my dear jim you do not even know the meaning of the word but if i had chosen you would have learned it do you know she added with another laugh
you remind me of the cook who was of that happy disposition that she could marry any one you had better be careful dr jim for any clever woman who lets you believe she loved you could become mrs herrick i do not think so said jim grimly i do-do
and i'm sure of it well i have been a traitorous to my sex and have warned you i could say something more but i shall leave you to find it out find what out ah that is the part of the finding
you are a great big stupid wise man dr jim and i love you for your folly but some day you will be happy you do not understand what i mean at present don't try to understand it will come upon you unexecisement you will come upon you unexecis
expectedly. And now, she held out her hand like a queen. We are friends. We are brother and sister.
Brother and sister, Ida, said Jim, kissing that white hand. This time, he did not feel the slightest thrill.
You are right, he cried, rather vexed. I do not know what love is. But you will someday,
and soon I see it coming. Thus spoke Ida, and refused to explain herself further. But
Jim understood her, dimly.
End of Chapter 11.
Chapter 12 of the Silver Bullet by Fergus Hume.
This Libravox recording is in the public domain.
Second sight.
Herrick was much happier now that his relations with Ida were properly adjusted.
He recognized how true was her woman's instinct which had gone at once to the root of the matter.
he had never truly loved her as a woman demands to be loved the very fact that he had been blind to her feelings for stephen showed that what he had mistaken for true passion if it could be so called was wholly false
he had been attracted by her beauty by her kindly spirit by that sympathy which every genuine woman can give to a man whom she finds pleasant company but of the sacred feeling which is named love yet which has no name he had not felt one thrill
with feminine cleverness she had taken his jim-crack passion in the right way and had shown him in the kindness of words how poor a thing it really was there was no ill feeling in his heart now that he had lost her
he could regard her as a dear friend and even be glad that she should marry stephen so far herrick was quite content yet
there was a vague yearning in his breast for companionship and sympathy certainly he had both from stephen but stephen was a man and could not be to him what a woman could be
herrick had lived a life so active and full of interest that he had never found time to think of love or of womankind now that there was so to speak a pause in his life the vacuum thus created required to be filled up in some way for man was woman created
and jim was simply yearning although in his materialistic blindness he did not know it for the other part of himself ida had hinted that what he wanted would come to him yet sublime was jim that he could not see the advancing vision
he looked all four points of the horizon and saw nothing it was a wonder to him in after years that it had been so with him
but it was but that dense gloom which heralds the dawn and the glory of day was at hand in this unsatisfactory mood wanting something yet not knowing what it was he wanted jim was anything but a pleasant companion
formerly he had been serenely strong never out of temper and always sufficient in himself to himself now he was easily irritated he smoked more than was not so much than was not yet yet he was easily irritated
he smoked more than was good for him he looked upon his fellow mortals with jaundice eyes in vain he rode he boxed he fenced he swam he took long tramps in the country
external nature could do nothing for him the secret of his redemption was within him yet he did not know how to learn it poor jim those dark days took much of his pride from him
he learned then how poor thing is man how dependent upon forces which although within himself he is unable through weakness or through ignorance to control
one form of herrick's unrest took the shape of being almost openly rude to robin the little man was in the habit of haunting fifth stead he was by this time desperately in love with bess and took no pains to conceal his feelings
manuel encouraged it for the mexican was his confidant robin would have told herrick had the doctor shown any sympathetic disposition to listen
but jim avoided him on all occasions perhaps robin guessed the cause for he let sleeping dogs lie and never asked what it was that had come between them he knew that it would be wiser for him to leave saxon
yet so deeply was he in love that he could not tear himself away from so dangerous a neighborhood jim felt that if he spoke to robin he might say too much so he sounded manual on the subject of their leaving
he wished both men to go conspiracy or no conspiracy the mystery of the affair was beginning to exasperate jim and as had been said before he was not in his usual
good-tempered frame of mind.
One day he encountered Santiago on the common.
The Mexican was in good spirits
and expressed his pleasure at the meeting.
The doctor nodded grimly,
but did not return the compliment.
When are you two going away, he asked.
Manuel looked up at the hard tone
and saw at once that Jim had made up his mind
to be disagreeable.
But the Mexican was not lacking in courage.
and had no thought of retreating.
I do not quite understand what you mean, signor, he said with coldness.
I am talking of you and Joyce. When are you going?
When it suits me to leave, signor, I have every right to stop here if I so choose, and I do choose.
As to Joyce, you had better ask him yourself.
Jim saw that he had taken the wrong tone with a man,
and by a great effort of will became more friendly.
you need not be angry santiago he said i only asked because i see that joyce is attracted to miss bess endicott that is wrong
uh santiago shrugged his shoulders why should it be wrong she is a most charming lady and your friend joyce loves her ridiculous he can never marry her said herick angrily
there is no reason why he should not of course it is none of my business signor and i fail to see why you should speak to me about it see here don manuel i speak to you because i know that robin has come under the power of your will
you do what you like with him and i want you to take him away he must not ask miss bess to marry him for the very simple reason that he has no income and no position
such a marriage would be a bad one for the girl are you in drop that cried herrick so fiercely that the mexican cowed i'm responsible for joyce and for you also seeing that i asked you both to come here you must go away
so far as joyce is concerned i shall use the influence you are pleased to talk about to get him to leave as for myself the rev pentland corn has asked me to stop with him for a week
or so, I have accepted.
Pentman Corn, said Herrick, surprised.
What can there be in common between the rector and you?
Oh, I know that I'm a bad man, replied to Mexican smoothly,
but perhaps this priest may improve me.
I believe it did his best with Colonel Carr,
but with me he may not fail.
We are friends, great friends.
I do not understand, muttered Herrick,
eyeing the man curiously.
Is there any need you should, retorted Don Manuel,
working himself into a rage,
Signor, I do not understand that you talk to me so.
That's all right, replied Jim Cooley.
He did not want to quarrel with the man as yet.
We need not lose our tempers like schoolboys.
You can stay a sentry with corn for all I care, but Joyce.
If I have any influence with him, he shall go.
Very good. I would have spoken to him myself, but your influence over him is stronger than mine.
Santiago shrugged his shoulders.
You ascribe to me more power than I possess, said he.
I do not wish to obtain influence over anyone.
To me, Joyce is a pleasant friend, nothing more.
When I go back to London, probably, I shall see little of him, and I return to Mexico in two months.
Herrick was pleased to hear this.
If there was any conspiracy, and Don Manuel was mixed up in it,
the thing would, at all events, come to a head within eight weeks.
It was time it did, for Herrick was weary of fighting with shadows.
Once he had something definite before him he could fight,
and a vague threat in the Mexican's tone assured him that he would not have long to wait.
As he had no excuse for leaving, Don Manuel,
The doctor was forced to return to the village with him.
On the way they passed Sidney, who was walking towards the moor.
Herrick called to the boy, who merely waved his hand and passed on.
Jim noticed that his face was singularly colorless,
of a hue resembling that which had assumed
when he had slept on the library sofa prior to his announcement of Mrs. Marsh's death.
How ill that boy looks, muttered Herrick.
pardon me interposed manuel he is not ill but he is in that frame of mind which brings him into contact with spiritual intelligences how do you know
by his ramped look and his fixed eyes that boy dr herrick is clairvoyant herrick was angry at once you are talking the jargon of the spiritualists he said roughly all trickery and fraud
believe me nothing of the sort signor i myself have seen the most extraordinary things herrick looked at him with a disdainful smile i know you are not a good man santiago nor do you wish to be thought one
but i credit you with more intelligence than to believe in hallucinations don mannual not at all offended laughed truly i am not a good man he said and more is the pity i'm afraid to go where that lad can go into the astral plane
you do not understand no you are as i said before a materialistic being but i am not a fool dr herrick and i can tell you-you do not understand-you are as i said before a materialistic being but i am not a fool dr herrick and i can tell you
that i know something of the psychic faculty in mexico i have seen the most wonderful things tell me all about it said jim humoring the man i'm a sceptic you know all the spiritualism i've ever seen is humbug
this of which i talk is not spiritualism rejoined manuel coldly it is the occult science what is the good of my explaining anything to you you would only laugh
You cannot see.
You never will see.
The prison of the flesh is too strong for you to break through.
I'm a healthy man, if that's what you mean, retorted Jim.
But about this boy, he is queer, I admit.
Ah, you can see that, said Manuel sarcastically.
I congratulate you, huh?
He foretold the death of Mrs. Marsh, is that not so?
Yes, but that was a coincidence.
Of course.
These things are always coincidences to you, but to me it is a proof that the boy can enter
the astral plane.
He does not know what it is.
He is not instructed, but he can go.
I don't know what it is myself.
It is another world that is all around us, said Manuel, waving his hand.
It interweaves itself into our world, but having only limited senses we cannot see it.
That boy has senses finer than ours, and he can see.
If you gave him a crystal, a blob of ink, any shining surface with depth, he would see
the most wonderful things.
Have you read Zanoni, signor?
Bulwer-Litton's romance?
Yes.
Of course you call it a romance, but there is much truth in it.
Well, it is useless for me to explain.
Besides, I am not a good man, and to tell you all I should be good.
That boy, however, you want to make him like yourself, well, then make him eat plenty of meat
and take exercise.
Make him fat, place him amongst boys who'll laugh at him, and he will be like the rest of the
world.
He will not lose his power altogether.
It will come to him at odd moments, but he will not be the dreamer you see him, no,
and he will not be able to see.
I have thought of that myself, said Herrick lazily.
The boy is half-starved and queer, a poet in temperament.
I will take him in hand, and—
And make him like yourself?
Did I not say so?
Manuel paused, then laughed.
Tonight, if I am not mistaken, he will astonish you, he said.
I know the look he had on his face.
Something is in the air.
He sees it. He will tell you about it, and you will laugh.
Tell me about what? I do not know. I am not clairvoyant, wait and see.
And Manuel, turning on his heel, went into the car arms, which they had approached during their conversation.
Herrick looked after him with a smile of contempt.
The charlatan, he muttered, and I thought he was only a villain.
Huh? I do not think one needs to be afraid of him now.
All the same in spite of his openly expressed skepticism, the conversation haunted him.
He determined to keep Sidney in his company and see if anything happened.
Herk scoffed that the thing Manuel had been talking about, yet he could not deny the
incident of the prophecy of Mrs. Marsh's death was very remarkable.
Indeed, Jim shuddered, as he wondered, if this uncanny boy was about the prophecy.
something similar. However, he put the gruesome thought out of his mind, and went to
Biffstead. Here he met Joyce coming out of the gate. The little man looked quite joyous,
and greeted Herrick gaily. Are you just going in? I was coming to you. Miss Endicott
asked me to take a message to you. What is it, said Herrick, forcing himself to be civil.
It was most important that he should not quarrel with Robin at present.
He hated himself because he was obliged to wear this mask,
but the circumstances of the case and the interests of Stephen required it.
Miss Indycott wants you and Marsh Carr to come to dinner.
She has asked me also, I am going back to dress.
And to invite Don Manuel, I suppose, sneered Herrick.
No, replied Joyce, simply,
he either did not notice a sneer or wished it to appear that he had not perceived it.
Manuel dines with Pentland Corn tonight.
I hear he's going to stay with him.
Yes, corn and he have taken to one another.
Curious they should, and not credible to Corn, said Herrick, and went inside,
leaving Joyce staring after him.
The little man frowned, and his face assumed a most unpleasant expression.
I wonder if he knows any.
anything he thought, biting his fingers.
He is quite different to what he used to be.
I don't care.
I can hold my own.
And with this defiant declaration,
he marched away, holding his head in the air.
Certainly Dr. Jim was not wrong in suspecting Robin
to be other than he seemed.
Then you won't come to dinner, said Ida,
when Herrick presented himself.
What a pity.
Best will be disappointed.
I think not, replied Herri.
Eric dryly, I understand Joyce is coming, but that is neither here nor there. I shall tell
Stephen that you want him, and so shall be left alone in the house. Will you send over
Sidney to dine with me? I want him particularly. But he's only a boy. He will bore you. On
the contrary, I find him a very interesting study. You know I promise to take him in hand.
Well, I want to have a talk with him.
I'm sure it is very good of you to take so much trouble, Dr. Jim, said Ida gratefully,
certainly.
I will send him when he returns from the moor.
He went out for a walk, and you will tell Stephen to come over?
Yes, as soon as I get back.
He has been writing poetry all the day and needs to be taken out of himself.
I'm very glad you have asked him.
Herrick bowed himself out and returned to the pines.
Of course Stephen was delighted at the idea of a dinner with Ida, but did not want to leave
his friend alone.
"'That's all right,' said Herrick.
"'Sydney is coming to keep me company.'
Stephen shuddered.
"'Then I am glad I'm going away,' he said.
"'That boy is most uncomfortable, so uncanny.'
"'You'll certainly find more pleasure in Miss Endicott's society,' laughed Herrick.
Stephen laughed too, and looked sharply at his friend.
but true to his resident nature he said nothing.
In due time, Marsh Carr departed, and Sidney arrived.
The boy had more color in his cheeks, and his eyes had lost the fixed expression, noticed by Don Manuel.
He and Dr. Jim were on friendly terms, and Sidney was pleased that he had been asked to dine,
all the same he made a bad meal.
The dinner was excellent, but the boy restricted himself to the plainest of the dinner,
dishes and very little of them he did not touch meat but seemed to prefer vegetables herrick noticed this abstinence you will never grow strong if you don't eat beef sidney he said with a smile all english boys should eat beef
i never liked it replied the boy abruptly i do not like any meat it is disagreeable to me and you never touch wine i notice no once i drank a glass
glass of beer, ugh. Sidney made a wry face and shuddered at the recollection.
How can people like such things?
What do you live on, then? asked Herrick.
Fruit, vegetables, and plain water. I do not often touch tea.
Don't you think that's unhealthy? No, I feel all right, Dr. Jim. I'm never ill.
Ida is always fussing over me, but I am much stronger than I look.
appearances are deceptive then said herrick dryly and rose to go to the library i suppose you do not smoke sidney you are too young to indulge in that perhaps you do though
i never smoke i never will i suppose i'm different from other boys but all the things they like to do i dislike herrick thought that this was the queerest lad he had ever met
but for the moment he dropped the subject after a time he began to talk sport to see if sidney would take any interest in it the boy answered politely but was obviously bored not even the account of a tiger hunt with which harrick strove to rouse him
had any effect the doctor more puzzled than ever recollecting what santiago had said changed the tone of the conversation he spoke of the fakirs in india of their self-mortifications and the visions they asserted they had
this was a strange conversation for a boy of sixteen but then sidney was a freak he woke up upon the topic and began to talk brightly his face became to talk brightly his face became a little but he was a freak he woke up upon the topic and began to talk brightly
his face became animated a look of interest came into his eyes and he talked in a way so far above his years that herrick was astounded
i seem to know india said sidney oftentimes i see pictures of it in my mind the bright blue skies the brilliant vegetation the queerly dressed people and the long range of mountains he continued as in a dream
peaks of snow against the cold sky those must be the himalaya mountains you have read about india said herrick and so it has impressed itself on your mind
no i know more about the country than i have read it is just as if i had once lived there dr jim had a smattering of the theory of reincarnation he did not believe in it but on questioning sidney he really began to believe that the boy
must have been in india in some former life else how did this country-bred youth know about the gorgeous east he said things which he could not possibly have read in books
for two hours harrick drew him out on the subject and was fairly astounded at the mind which laid itself out before his gaze later on sidney began to grow restless and again his eyes took on that fixed look
rising he walked up and down the library dr jim asked what was the matter i'm going to see something said sidney in a most matter-of-fact tone the feeling is always the same i feel as if i were not myself as if i did not belong to my body
do you want to sleep asked herrick anxiously and with a thrill no i feel particularly wide awake i wish stephen were back
Jim sat up alertly.
Why do you wish that?
There is something bad going to happen to him.
I feel that he—he is in danger.
I don't know.
Sidney passes thin hand to cross his eyes.
There's a dark cloud, but bad, bad.
Herrick felt half inclined to go at Sidney to Bifsted and walk home with Marsh Carr,
but he was ashamed to give way to what seemed a foolish image.
impulse. He laughed at the boy and began to question him on other subjects.
You are fond of wandering about at night, he said.
I go to the pine wood very often, replied Sidney, still uneasy. It is so amusing to watch
them.
Them? Who? What are you talking about?
I suppose you would call them fairy, said the boy.
There are real people to me, little men and women, so busy about their work.
herrick stared this sounded like the ravings of a lunatic there are no such thing as fairies he said roughly i have seen them replied sidney obstinately but we will not talk of them dr jim you would not believe me if i told you what i have seen
see here sidney said herrick after a pause i believe you do see things in a way you have a most vivid imagination and a strongly poetic temperament the way in which you described india shows me that
i believe you think of these queer things so much that you make yourself see them a kind of hallucination if you ate meat and took the sports these unhealthy visions would pass away
i dare say replied sidney indifferently he apparently did not wish to argue the matter but he held to his own opinion nevertheless
there were a few moments of silence then the boy exclaimed it is coming nearer the danger to seevin dr jim let's go to bifstead i'm sure there is danger herrick the materialist however would not give way on this point he thought it would be weak for him to yield to the boy's folly
nonsense he said roughly you are given way to your imagination nothing can happen to stephen if there is danger he added in a joking manner to make sidney ashamed of himself why don't you go to sleep and see what it is there's the sofa
no i feel wide awake and yet i feel i feel sidney clenched his hand herrick reflected for a moment santiago had said that the boy was
clairvoyant, and could see visions in any shining surface or in a blob of ink.
There was a large silver ink pot on the table.
More as a joke than in earnest, Herrick pushed this across to Sidney.
Look there and see what is the matter, he said.
Sidney looked offended.
If you do not believe me, you need not laugh, he declared.
I shall go to Biff's dead myself.
It is eleven o'clock, quite time I was home.
No, no, look in the ink first, said Herrick.
Now, much more in earnest.
He really wished to see if the vivid imagination of the boy would see a picture in the black pool.
Have you ever looked into a crystal, Sidney?
No, I can see things without looking into anything.
When you are asleep, vivid dreams.
Perhaps, said the boy quietly, but in the dark I can.
No matter.
Do not let us talk, Dr. Jim.
You only laugh at me, and I want to go home.
To warn Stephen, said Herrick angrily.
Yes, retorted Sidney doggedly.
To warn Stephen, he is in danger.
Well, I'll go with you, Sidney, it seems, that you must be humored.
But to oblige me, see if you can discern the Arabian nights in the ink-pot.
I'm sure you'll see Stephen, seated quietly in your drawing-room,
talking to your sister with Joyce.
Very unwillingly, Sidney did what he was asked.
He knew that Herrick was laughing at him
and was particularly sensitive to ridicule.
With a look of reproach, which made Dr. Jim feel rather ashamed,
the boy drew the big silver inkpot towards him
and stared into the black oval.
The chimes of the clock, striking eleven,
had just died away,
and there was absolute silence, broken only by the faint crackle of the fire.
All the lights in the room had been turned off early in the evening at the request of
Sidney himself.
The boy disliked the full blaze.
Only on the writing-table was a green-shaded lamp, and close to this, but in a position
that the light did not fall into the ink-well, stood the silver pot.
Herrick had vexed with himself for encouraging the sun.
folly watched the boy quietly from an arm-chair. Sidney bent over the ink and stared into it hard.
After a minute or two, Herrick saw a quiver pass through the boy's frame.
What is it, Sidney?
I see the drawing-room at Bifstead, says Sidney quietly, but Stephen is not there.
Mr. Joyce is talking to Ida and Bess.
Herrick laughed.
What nonsense?
is certainly there. If he is not, had you not better look for him.
I see him now, continued Sidney, taking no notice of the ridicule.
He is walking in the churchyard. Rubbish, declared the skeptic in the armchair.
What should take Stephen out to the churchyard at this time of night?
It is not on his way home.
He is in the churchyard, insisted Sidney, and there he walks amongst the tombstones.
He is going to the new vault for a time he looks at it.
How can you see that when the night is dark? cried Herrick, rising.
There's no moon.
Come away, Sidney, this is bad for you.
Wait, wait, said the boy hastily.
The danger, the danger.
Stephen has left the new vault.
He is gone to the old one.
He is being followed by a man in a dark cloak.
The man has a big stick.
He comes behind Stephen.
He?
He?
He?
Stop, stop, the boy almost screamed.
No, don't hit him.
Don't hit him.
Stephen, help.
Sidney cried Herrick, catching the boy by the arm, and now thoroughly frightened.
Don't go on in this silly fashion.
I tell you, the man has struck Stephen, said Sidney, passionately.
He is lying by the old vault unconscious from a blow on the head.
The man is gone.
I don't know where.
Let me go, Mr. Herrick.
Stephen is.
Sidney wrenched himself away from Herrick and went staggering towards the door with his hands held out.
Dr. Jim followed him to stop him from leaving the house in this state, but the boy gained the hall before he did.
Once there, he seemed to gather strength.
He caught up his cap and pulling open the massive door passed outside.
Herrick, taken by surprise, did not wait to put on his own cap.
he went after the lad bareheaded thinking he had been seized with a fit of madness in spite of the darkness of the night he followed on sidney's heels so closely that he was enabled to keep him in sight jim wondered where he was going but still skeptical of harm to stephen
sidney passed swiftly beyond the belt of pines and down the lane which led the bifstead he is going home thought herrick with relief but the lad did not go home he turned off sharp to the left and entered the churchyard through his side lane
herrick now awestruck at this strange experience which he did not understand ran after him stumbling over the graves sidney never fell
he passed swiftly to the old vault of the cars beside it was a dark body on the ground stephen cried the lad and then sank exhausted beside the body
herrick came up thunderstruck at that cry struck a match and held it close to the ground beside the face of the unconscious man he started back with an irrepressible cry and let the match fall
it was stephen marsh car who was lying there and he was bleeding from a wound on the back of the head and beside him also unconscious lay the lad who had foreseen the accident
or crime said herrick aloud in a shaky voice this is the work of frisco end of chapter twelve chapter thirteen of the silver bullet by fergus hume
this librivox recording is in the public domain the wooing of robin joyce bewildered as harrick was by the strangeness of this discovery he had nerve enough to pull himself together and go for a system
In spite of the lateness of the hour, the car arms was full of laborers drinking and smoking.
A number of these came at once to the churchyard when they heard of the accident,
for so Herrick put it, and Stephen was carried to his house.
Herrick had ascertained before seeking assistance that his friends still lived.
Meanwhile, Sydney had revived, but was in a drowsy state.
I want to go home, he said.
herrick after whispering to him to say nothing of the vision he had seen in the ink-pont sent him to bifstead in charge of the landlord
then he accompanied the body of his friend to the pines herrick could not help thinking of it as the body though he knew stephen still lived but it was quite probable that he would be an actual corpse before the dawn
mr marsh carr has met with an accident was the explanation the doctor to his helper and they went away but they knew very well that it was no accident and moreover
the presence of sidney besides the body hinted that another wonderful event had taken place master sidney said that his mother was dead remarked the wise acres and he has found the dead body of mr marsh himself now
he is not dead said the others ah but he will die master sidney never makes a mistake and by the next morning a legend had been circulated that the uncanny boy had foretold the death of the new squire
when those who called at the pines heard that marshcar had lived through the night they were quite disappointed it seemed a reflection on master sidney yet the boy had held his tongue and no one knew
really what had happened. In the default of the truth, then, they took refuge in a fable.
There was absolutely no authority for what was said, but Sidney had been found unconscious
beside the unconscious squire. That was enough material out of which to form a wonderful
story, and it lost nothing in the telling.
Meanwhile, Herrick fulfilled his duties of medical attendant to his friend, smiling grimly
the while, that the need should come so comparatively early in their acquaintance.
He had known Marsh Carr, but a little over five months.
The meeting had taken place in July, and it was now near Christmas.
The doctor examined the wound on the back of the head.
It was a nasty jagged cut, evidently made, by some of the same.
some blunt instrument.
A big stick, as the boys said, no doubt, mused Herrick,
has he plastered and bathed and bounded up.
Stephen is stunned for the time being,
but I do not think that the brain is injured.
His head is pretty hard.
Frisco had good intentions, but not sufficient judgment to strike hard.
For, of course, it was Friscoe, who had done this.
Dr. Jim remembered what Mrs. Marsh had said and regretted
that she had passed away without informing him more fully of what she knew about frisco that the ex-sailor should dare come down to the scene of his first crime in order to commit a second for at that moment herrick credited frisco rather than joyce with the car murder
was wonderful enough but his reason must be more wonderful still it was impossible that he should be able to get the fortune even if he put stephen out of the way
for he was a proven murderer and if he showed himself would be at once arrested certainly he might explain all suspicion away but that was doubtful in the face of such strong evidence yet apparently he had made up his mind to remove stephen and get the money
but he won't if i can help it muttered herrick the beast i'll carry stephen to the vault myself so that the terms of the monthly visit may be fulfilled not that i don't think that i don't think that i can help it muttered herrick the beast i'll carry stephen to the vault myself so that the terms of the monthly visit may be fulfilled
not that i don't think he will be on his feet sooner than frisco expects the job had been badly done he sent in a message to beaummeester by a groom telling bridge of the new outrage and advising a search to be made for frisco
then the patient having been attended to and the would-be assassin recommended to the attention of the police dr jim could do nothing more he sat before the library fire and smoked thinking deeply the while
i wonder if joyce attempted this murder he thought there is something queer about this stopping here but that boy said joyce was at bifsted talking to his sisters if i believe one part of that vision and i am bound to do that i must believe the other
not joyce then but there is don manuel he is connected with robin in some underhanded way besides he professed to hate car
to regret the loss of the treasure it might be he if he has been with corn all night well and good if not he will have to account to me for his time i do not believe in the little reptile
his meditations were ended by a sleepy servant who announced ida bess and frank with them came joyce wide-eyed with wonder but so far as dr jim could see there was no sign of terror or guilt on his face
and robin was not the man to conceal his feelings napper brought home sydney and told us of this dreadful thing said bess who seemed the most collected of the party is he is he is he
No, he is not dead, nor do I think he will die.
The blow was badly aimed.
Who could have done it? asked Frank, frowning.
I have my own opinion, but I prefer not to express it at present, said the doctor, somewhat curtly.
I want you to take me to him, doctor, said Ida, looking at him with imploring eyes.
Let me watch beside him.
You can do no good, Miss Endicott, replied Herrick.
Better let me look after him,
tomorrow you can come over and watch if you like. I think he will recover consciousness before
dawn. Thank God for that, cried Ida devoutly, and then she wept. The strain on her
had been very great, and she was glad of the relief of tears. Have you looked for the man who
did this, asked Joyce. I have sent a message to the police at Beyromanster, said Herrick
without looking at him.
You can do no good, Joyce.
Better go back to the end.
By the way, your friend Santiago.
He has been with corn all the night, said Frank.
We met them coming here.
They had just heard the news,
but best persuaded them to stay away,
thinking they would only bother you.
I think it's best to keep the house as quiet as possible.
Has Sidney said anything, he asked,
looking at the sisters.
Ida clasped her hands in terror.
Did Sidney say this would happen?
Yes, he looked in their yonder ink-pot and foretold the assault.
I cannot understand a thing myself, but we can talk of it tomorrow.
In the meantime, all of you hold your tongues about Sidney.
This they all promised to do, and now, being more at rest in their minds about Stephen, they went away.
Herrick drew Bess's side at the door.
Come over with Ida tomorrow morning, he muttered.
I want to speak to you.
She nodded and ran after the rest who were disappearing into the darkness.
Herrick, with a frown, returned to the library.
He was not Joyce, he muttered.
It was not manual.
After all, it must be Frisco.
Well, if the police are clever, they will catch him before he can leave the district.
Ha!
I'll send a message to Sam.
It was that way he escaped last time.
Herrick hastily wrote out an explanation.
He did not need to add a description of Frisco, as the handbills had sufficiently described him.
This he sent off with another groom, and then went to pass the night beside the bed of his patient.
All that night Stephen lay as still as a corpse.
It was towards morning when he moved and showed signs of returning conscience.
Herrick was assiduous in his attendance, and success crowned his efforts.
Gradually Stephen came to himself, with a dull pain in his head, weak, but quite himself.
Where?
Where am I?
Were his first stammering words.
In your own house, said Herrick quickly.
Don't talk, my dear chap.
You have had an accident.
I remember, muttered Stephen, at the vault a blow.
Yes, and—
be quiet said herrick sternly you must not talk i tell you and after another attempt stephen obeyed shortly he fell asleep herrick drew a long breath the worst was over for once the villainy of friscoe had failed in its object
several people called that morning amongst others mr corn the clergyman did not look well and hurriedly asked after the sufferer i hope he is better he said a terrible affair doctor
Dr. Herrick.
A cowardly crime, said Herrick sharply, however.
We can talk of that when Marsh gets better.
Meantime, Mr. Corn, will you tell me if Don Manuel was out your house last night?
Dear me, yes, replied Corn, surprised.
He came to dinner and stayed with me up till midnight.
I was walking with him to the car arms when we met the Miss Endicott's who told us of this terrible business.
Why do you ask me the question, Dr.
herrick.
I have no special reason, replied Herrick, mendaciously, save that being in a sense responsible
for the visit of Santiago to this place.
I wish to warn you that I know nothing about him.
Have you anything to say against his character?
asked the rector sharply.
No, I know nothing about him.
All I can say is I do not like the man, and I think he's a bad lot.
If you like to tell him this, Mr. Corn,
you are at liberty to do so.
I am not a man to make mischief, said Cornhotly,
so far as I can see,
Don Manuel appears to me to be perfectly respectable.
If he is not, I can look after myself, Dr. Herrick.
I beg your pardon, said Herrick, ceremoniously.
I did not wish to infer that you could not.
All I have to say is that Mr. Marsh is better,
and that in a week he will be about.
Pentlandcorn murmured something about being pleased and took his departure.
Herrick did not quite know what to make of the rector.
He was a good preacher, a kind-hearted man, and, in his own way, clever.
But he seemed to be weak and usually had a haggard look on his face, for which there was no apparent reason.
Sometimes he went away to the seaside for his health, and invariably returned, looking worse than ever,
Although the man was a mystery in Herrick could not make out what was at the back of his timidity and his restless behavior.
I seemed to be surrounded with mysteries, said Herrick to himself.
I wonder, if I shall ever get to the bottom of any one of them.
If I do, the rest will be easily unraveled.
I suspect the whole lot are of a piece.
Ida came that morning and Bess.
The latter young lady waited in the same.
the library while Herrick took Ida up to the room of Stephen. She had insisted upon going up
to watch beside him. It is my right, you know, she said to Dr. Jim, and he silently admitted
that it was. Stephen had just opened his eyes when they entered. He tried to speak,
but Ida placed her hand on his mouth, and Herrick frowned. Marsh obediently held his tongue,
and Ida sat by his bedside, however the patient managed to kiss Ida's hand.
Then Herrick went down to see Bess, warning Ida, that Stephen was not to speak.
Marstead made another attempt, but Miss Endicott would not allow it.
The doctor says you are to be quiet.
If you say a word, I shall go away.
The ring, murmured Stephen, looking at her.
She knew what he meant.
drawing the emerald ring he had brought her from town off the finger it was on she put it on the engagement finger will that please your lordship said ida gaily but the tears were in her eyes stephen looked again
thus was the situation adjusted between them without words they were engaged to be married stephen fell asleep again holding the hand of his promised wife both were happy
meantime bess and herrick were in consultation herrick told the girl what mrs marsh had said about frisco and how stephen had been struck down from behind so it looks to me he said as though this man were trying to get the money
it does admit it best reflectively but why should frisco do all these dreadful things to get the fortune if he had colonel carr in his power he need not have killed him
nor need he now try and get Stephen out of the way.
I don't understand it, however, as you have told the police both at Beirominster and Southbury,
I am sure the man will be caught.
I hope so, I'm sure.
Ah, then you champion Frisco no longer?
No, if it were really he who attempted to murder, Stephen,
I hope he will be caught and punished.
All the same, I do not think he killed Colonel Carr.
what can be your reason for saying so best hesitate it some time ago i promised to tell you something about the colonel she said i will do so in a week from to-day why not now
she shook her head please do not ask me but as far as this assault on stephen goes i am quite with you about frisco i hope he will be caught and punished
here a strange girl said dr jim and a mystery like the rest who are the rest asked bess smiling well replied jim after a pause mrs marsh was one you are another and pentland corn is a third
pentland corn she echoed turning pale you don't suspect him of i don't suspect him of anything but i do not understand why he is so intimate with that mexican
her mouth to make a remark then she changed her mind i can say nothing now she said abruptly later on ida is with stephen oh well i need not wait i must go in to biramister
they will be asking for news of this for the paper i might hear something about frisco there if i do i shall let you know good-bye and before herrick could stop her she was off
like a swallow.
Evidently Beths knew something about corn,
which she did not want to admit at present.
Herrick wondered what it could be.
Surely she did not think the clergyman had liked Carr so much
that he was working for the discovery of his murderer.
But she is doing some detective business on her own account,
thought Jim, rather vexed.
She will get into trouble if she does not take care.
I wish she would let me know what she's up to.
i'll wait a week no longer after that she must speak out but before the week was ended accident brought about a confession from bess which dr jim was far from expecting
it arose out of the wooing of robin joyce whether manuel had used his influence or not to induce joyce to leave saxon it is impossible to say if he had one would have thought that robin would have resented the interference or not to induce joyce to leave saxon it is impossible to say if he had
one would have thought that robin would have resented the interference of his former friend herrick but several times during the week he met dr jim yet made no sign that santiago had told him of the doctor's wish
he continued the haunt bifstead and dr jim hardly ever went there without meeting robin coming or going this did not make jim any the more amiable
the accident to stephen caused great excitement in the country bridge came over to see the squire and to interview dr jim but nothing came of his talk or so-called vigilance
the police both southbury and beelminster failed to find any trace of frisco although the railway stations were watched carefully thanks to herrick's prompt action it was impossible that the man could have left the district without the knowledge of the police yet
he was not even seen bridge went to heathcroft but failed to learn that any one resembling the ex-sailer had boarded a train at that station
to all appearances friscoe had not been in the neighborhood yet if frisco was not the culprit who was herrick knew that joyce had been at bifsted on the evening of the assault according to the evidence of corn don manuel had been at the rectory till midnight
as the assault on stephen took place shortly after eleven both these men must be held guiltless stephen himself could give no help
he had left the biff's at a quarter to eleven with the intention of coming straight back to the pines then as the night was fine he thought he would go and have a look at the vault he went into the churchyard and after seeing the new vault went on to the old one
while he was looking at it he received a blow at the back of his head and remembered no more till he found himself in bed with herrick bending over him
he had heard no footsteps behind him the blow had been struck in the most unexpected manner and he had been taken completely by surprise all this puzzled herrick greatly however he determined to wait for another week to hear what bess had to say
she might tell him something tangible likely to lead to an explanation of these mysteries but even if she did not dr jim made up his mind to move in the matter
he would first have a talk with robin and learn if he had anything to do with a death he would have to explain away the evidence of the old-fashioned pistol being in his possession
it might not have been the weapon used on the other hand herd felt convinced in his own mind that it was to unravel the puzzle therefore robin was the man he intended to begin with he was assisted to make a start by the folly of joyce
himself, and this incidentally brought about the confession of Bess.
One afternoon, towards the end of the week, Herrick went to Biffstead,
Ida was at the Pines with Stephen, and Bess was alone.
Hearing this, Herrick volunteered to fetch her, and started off.
As he approached the house, he heard the voice of the girl raised in anger.
She appeared at the French window of the drawing-room,
which looked out on the front of the house and seemed in a state of alarm.
The moment she saw him, she passed rapidly through the window and caught him by the arm.
At the same moment, Robin, greatly excited, appeared at the window.
Come back, come back, Miss Bess, I did not mean it, he said.
What is the matter? asked Dr. Jim, astonished.
Come inside, panted Bess, that man.
I want you to thrash him, oh, the coward.
Dr. Jim took Bess by the arm and drew her into the room.
Robin winced and drank aside as the doctor entered.
Bess had evidently been typing at her work-table,
for it was drawn near the window,
and some manuscript lay open on the table.
Before this stood a chair, and near it was another chair
in which to all appearances Robin Joyce had been seated.
now then said herrick when he had placed the girl in her chair what does this mean nothing said robin very pale but trying to speak calmly only that i asked miss andycott to be my wife and she refused
quite right flashed out herick angrily what right have you to ask her to be your wife before robin could answer not that he showed any inclination to do so best started to her feet
yes she said indignantly he did ask me to be his wife and because i refused to marry him he threatened me threatened you herrick turned on joyce with a dangerous look
no no implored robin very white forget what i said i did not mean any harm i shall go away herrick seized him by the wrist you will do nothing of the sort he said quietly you must wait until i have heard all about this
robin winced again and looked cowed his lips were dry his face was pale and he cast an imploring look upon bess the girl returned that look with one of defiance and addressed herself to herrick
do you know what that little coward has accused me of she cried fiercely he said that i murdered colonel carr dr jim laughed the accusation was so absurd that he could not help laughing
Of course the man is mad, he said briefly.
I did not say that you had murdered Colonel Carr, cried Robin.
I only said, that you were near the house at the time of the murder.
Ah, cried Herrick, turning on the little wretch.
And how do you know that, Mr. Joyce? Come out with it.
He said he saw me, put in Bess.
I did see you, said Robin, making a clean breast of it.
You are near the house, and for all I know.
So you did come to Saxon that night, interrupted Herrick.
Oh, you'd lie her.
You went to see Firth and Firth.
You slept at the Hall Hotel, did you?
And all the time you were down here.
I believe you killed Colonel Carr yourself.
I swear I did not, shrieked Robin.
She did, if anyone.
Don't you dare say that again, cried Bess.
You are telling a lie.
Were you not on the lawn in front of the house?
asked Robin.
"'Yes, I was, and I can account for my presence to Dr. Herrick, not to you, little toad that you are,'
cried the angry girl.
"'Send him away,' she added, to turning the gym, and I'll tell you all.'
"'Go back to the car arm,' said Herrick, to joy sternly, and wait for me there.
If you try to run away, I shall have you arrested.
"'You cannot arrest me,' blustered Robin, looking desperately afraid.
I can. I have evidence you know nothing about. Go.
Robin seemed inclined to dispute the order, but when Herrick made a step in his direction,
he caught up his hat and fled through the window.
He will run away, said Bess. Let him try, remarked Herrick grimly.
I can have him arrested at once, and I will.
Insult you, did he? The hound.
It was my own fault for being so kind to him, cried Bess, excited.
excitedly, as if I cared for him. It was only because he was a writer that I let him come and see me so often.
But I shall not have anything more to do with him. He sent me a manuscript. I shall send it back.
Where is it? And she began to pull out the drawers in the writing table.
Don't get excited, Bess, said Jim, using her Christian name in his hurry. I will put it all right.
But Bess, in a rage, kept turning over the papers and scattering them on the floor in her search for the manuscript.
Suddenly, she tossed aside a pile of writing paper in the left-hand drawer.
Underneath was an old-fashioned pistol.
She looked at it in astonishment.
Where did that come from, she asked him to smay, taking it up?
Herrick took it from her.
He recognized it at once.
It was the very pistol.
that Manuel had showed him in Joyce's flat.
What does it mean, asked Best, quite amazed at the discovery?
It means that Joyce is even more of a hound than I thought he was.
End of Chapter 13.
Chapter 14 of the Silver Bullet by Fergus Hume.
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The Confession of Bess
Bess Endicott stared at her.
where he stood with a black look on his face and the clumsy weapon in his hand.
And I'll see bridge about it, he was saying.
The bullets still at the police office, if it fits this.
He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth.
What cried Bess, finding her tongue, and asking the question with a shiver.
Is that the pistol with which?
Here her voice died away in her throat.
It can't be, she whispered.
Herrick looked at her in his turn and slipped the pistol into his pocket.
I know what you were thinking about, he said quietly,
but the pistol will do you no harm.
I've seen it before.
You are all right, Bess.
All right, she echoed, and drawing her brows together.
What do you mean?
Why?
What should I mean?
But that joy slipped this devilish piece of evidence into the table drawer
just to accuse you of?
She bounded to her feet, grasping the idea for the first time.
He did that, did he?
She cried.
Her head flung back.
Her eyes angry.
Oh, she stamped.
What should be done to such a man?
And you can sit quietly there, Dr. Jim?
Because I want to hear your story.
After this, you must tell me all you know, all you have heard.
As for Joyce, his mouth twisted, leave him to me.
he will not get off easily, I promise you.
To put the pistol there, that I, she broke off again,
and looked at him in a scared manner.
Did he kill Carr, she asked?
That I can't say, yet.
To kill the man, he must have had some strong motive.
I have yet to learn the motive strong or weak
that would make Joyce risk his neck.
He is careful of his neck, too, explained up.
Dr. Jim, I have a mind to break it. And why, as Bess round-eyed? She had never seen the good-tempered
doctor in such a rage. I wonder you can't guess, remarked Herrick, cooling down. With a gas
Bess drew back. Their eyes met. A sudden crimson flushed her face and she turned it away.
Yes, said Herrick, taking her hand, and I only knew it myself a moment ago.
What are you talking about? cried the girl, snatching her hand away.
I'm talking of you and myself, Ida said, that it would come all of a sudden, and she was right.
Here it is, and I have been looking in the wrong place for these many months.
Bess knew perfectly well what he meant, but she made a show of not understanding.
I think we are talking nonsense, said she.
There is much to be done if what you say about the pissing.
is true.
Yes, said Herrick again.
As you say, there is much to be done.
The other thing can stand over a time.
You know well enough, but it suits you to hold me at arm's length.
Woman's way, I suppose.
Well, he brisked up, and his voice took a sharper tone.
Let us get to business.
This rascal tried to inculpate you in the crime.
He shall have the finest thrashing he's ever had.
The pistol I could explain away.
I have seen it in his house, and I can guess that he slipped it into that drawer,
so as to make his case against you the stronger.
He thought if he accused you, and could back his accusation with evidence,
that you would never dare to refuse him, the mean hound.
Indeed, it would never have come to that, said the girl proudly.
I am not the woman to be won by threats.
He did accuse me of the murderer, and I defy the first.
and i defied him to do his worst i suppose if you had not come he would have shown me the pistol next the mean scoundrel she clenched her fist beat him well dr jim
what a bloodthirsty person it is laughed jim but upon my word you know this is the strangest of wooings never mind that said bess drawing back we can talk later of such things but my position is anything but my position is anything by the stranger but my position is anything by the wuings never mind that said bess drawing back we can talk later of such things but my position is anything by
but a pleasant one. That little man will make trouble. If he does not, his Mexican friend will.
They are a proper pair of scamps, however. I am equal to both of them. Leave Joyce to me,
I know all about him, but about yourself nothing. Joyce, I take it, accuses you of being near
the pines on the night of the murder. And at the hour, said Bess quickly,
that is what I have been trying to make up my mind to tell you all the week.
The necessity of doing so has come earlier than I expected, but I shall explain myself now."
She came to a stop and looked at him questioningly.
Of course you know I had nothing to do with the crime itself.
I'm sure of that, said Herrick heartily, but I think you know who did it.
Come now, confess.
You are mistaken, cried Bess.
All I know is that Friscoe is innocent.
Have you proof of this?
The proof of my own eyes.
I saw him at the door of the house when the shots were being fired.
You heard the shots.
Three of them.
The fourth I did not hear.
Hmm.
About what hour was this?
Between nine and ten.
And what were you doing out at that hour?
Bess paused.
I'd better tell you all from the beginning, she said slowly, than you can judge for yourself.
I have told no one else as yet.
it was too terrible anne she hesitated i had other reasons for silence yet if friscoe had been tried for his life i should have come forward in spite of all he is perfectly innocent i can prove it
strange muttered herrick taking his seat well let us hear what about that horrid joyce i'll attend to him later he will stay at the end until i come that is if he is really innocent of course if he tries to bolt
i shall know he is guilty and half him arrested oh joyce knows me and will act accordingly never mind him go on with your story it is not much of a story said bess you know the habit that sidney has of going to the pine wood
to see the fairies yes he told me all about that well in the night of the murder he went away as usual it came on the rain and ida was in great state
she thought he would catch his death of cold he is so delicate you know i said i would go and look for him and about nine o'clock i set out
i knew he would be in the pine woods it was raining and i wrapped the long cloak about me he was not in the wood although i searched everywhere with a lantern then i came out of the wood by mistake right on to the colonel's lawn
the light was burning in the tower and the whole of the house was illuminated just as i saw it muttered herrick yes i crossed the lawn to come home when i heard three shots fired one after the other in the tower
i heard them plainly i turned with a start but the colonel had done some many queer things that i thought he was only shooting to amuse himself it never struck you that it was murder
no if the colonel had not been so eccentric i might have suspected but nothing ever surprised me in that house i waited for a moment there were no more shots i looked towards the house and there i saw friscoe standing in the doorway i saw him quite plainly
that was some time after hearing the shots indeed no it was immediately after the first shot when the other two were fired i saw him there i thought that he might see me
and as i did not want colonel carr to think i had been spying round his house at so late an hour i ran home as fast as i could sidney had arrived before me i said nothing about the shots and went to bed
when i heard how you had discovered the body i knew that i had heard the shots fired by the murderer but i knew also that when friscoe was missing he was not guilty so that was why i defended him i could not speak plainer could i
well i see no reason why you should not have told the story you tell me now if friscoe had been arrested i should have but you know here best looked down
can you not understand dr jim the people roundabout here are sad scandal-mongers because i called on colonel carr to get an article as i told you people said that i was fast
the brutes cried herrick firing up while then you can understand that if it had become known that i was near colonel carr's house so late at night there would have been more talk i really don't know what they would have said so i said nothing that i said nothing-and-one but i'd have been more talk
i really don't know what they would have said so i said nothing not even to ida but of course i could have told them that i went out to get sydney but bess shrugged her shoulders you know how spiteful people are no after consideration i thought it best to hold my tongue
but you might have told me said herrit i was afraid to faltered bess you foolish child as though i should not have understood well she said with a sigh of relief i am glad i have told you now
so am i as it has brought joyce to the rope's end how did he say he saw you on that night he was in the pine wood on the verge of the lawn and for what reason
he did not tell me nor did i ask him you see said bess i was so angry that he should accuse me of shooting the colonel that i gave him no time to explain then you came and you know the rest
well joyce shall explain to me his reason for coming to saxon of course i knew that it was here on that night you knew said miss endicott much astonished how could you know
the information came to me by accident more or less replied eric and forthwith he explained how stephen's remark as to robin's income had led him to examine the doings of the little man on that night
and continued the doctor i went to heathcroft station there i learned that a little man muffed up in a great coat he had the excuse of the rain but it really was a disguise had arrived at heathcroft's station by the same thing that little man muffed up in a great coat he had the excuse of the rein but it really was a disguise had arrived at heathcroft by the
seven o'clock train from London.
But Heathcroft is six miles from this place.
So Joyce knew, therefore, he was thoughtful enough to bring his bicycle with him,
who he came here right enough, to see the Colonel, I suppose, to murder him.
I can't be sure of that best, you see, Carr, for some reason we do not know,
allowed Mrs. Joyce an income of five hundred a year.
Robin wanted this to be continued to him.
The solicitors told him that Carr refused it.
Therefore, I can only think that he came down to try and persuade Carr to be more generous.
But, added Herrick, with emphasis,
I hardly think that for such a reason Joyce would commit a murder.
He hasn't the pluck.
That may be, replied Bess thoughtfully,
but it seems to me that if he did not,
he took a great deal of unnecessary trouble to conceal
his movements from you. Besides which, he led you directly to the house, where he knew, at all
events I think so, that the body would be found. It is certainly strange, and looks as though his
movements had been premeditated. It was Joyce who selected the country for the walking tour.
Yet, as far as I know, he was never in these parts before, and I am bound to say that it was I
who led away to the pines on that night.
I dare say he was too clever to take the initiative, but he no doubt made suggestions.
Yes, he did that.
Well, I must get the truth out of the man himself.
He must account to me for the possession of that pistol, and for him being in the pine wood on the night of the murder.
I wonder he gave himself away like he did.
Bess curled her lip.
He did not intend it, she said.
He thought that if he frightened me, I would consent to me.
marry him and save my own skin, and then hold my tongue about his presence at Saxon.
Oh, all his calculations were carefully made, you may be sure, Dr. Jim.
It was only because he mistook my character that they were upset.
Perick nodded. There's Don Manuel, of course, he said. The Mexican, what about him?
Well, I wonder if he has anything to do with this. It is strange that he should be so friendly
with Joyce or with corn too for the matter of that.
Joyce said that a mutual friend of his and mine
introduced him to Santiago.
I took the trouble to write to that friend,
a man called Johnston,
and I learned that Johnston had never seen or heard of Don Manuel,
nor had the Mexican ever been to the Apollo Club,
where, according to Robin, the introduction took place,
where they met, and why they met, I have yet to find out.
luckily i have now enough evidence to force my dear friend joyce to be candid and i shall not spare him said herrick with a grim smile he's a liar and a scoundrel i was never so mistaken in a man before i prided myself upon reading character
it seems that i am not so clever as i thought no doubt there is something between them since they are so intimate was the reply of miss endicott but whether it has to do with the murder i do not know that it has to do with the murder i do not know that there is something between them since they are so intimate was the reply of miss endicott but whether it has to do with the murder i do not
No. Did Senior Santiago know Colonel Carr? In South America, and hated him like poison.
It seems they both went on a treasure-hunting expedition in Peru.
Treasure-hunting? Peru?
Ah, I remember. That was the expedition Frisco used to talk about.
Was Frisco with the Colonel there? Yes, he let drop hints that he and the Colonel had found
treasure in Peru, and that they had lost themselves.
Of course I do not know the whole story, but from what Frisco said I know that in that way Colonel Carr obtained his wealth.
What a liar that manual is, said Herrick. He denied that he had ever seen Frisco, according to the manual.
Only he and Carr were on the expedition.
Santiago fell ill, and Carr left him amongst the Indians.
He was held in captivity for two years, and when he got back to him.
the civilization, Carr had vanished with the treasure. He, I am speaking of the Mexican,
arrived in England six months ago, in search of Colonel Carr, no doubt. I wonder if he
killed him. He might have, and yet I do not know. Revenge is a poor thing when no substantial
benefit is to be derived. Santiago wants wealth. He would have managed the affair in a different
ways.
But remember the warnings.
Three of them, yes, that is the kind of way Santiago would go to work.
Try and frighten a car in the parting a parting a car in the parting
a-parding with a substantial amount.
But I do not think that he would kill the goose with the golden eggs, at all events
until he was in possession of some of the eggs.
No, I can't think the Mexican is guilty.
Then Joyce must have done it, perhaps, but he is such a coward.
if not either of those two who is it asked bess not frisco herrick looked at her i am not so sure he said coolly you see the alibi you provided for frisco does not touch the subject you saw the man at the door when three shots were fired
well if you remember at the inquest it was proved as much as it could be proved that those three shots were fired at a dead body therefore when you heard them the man was already dead why should frisco not have done it and then come down leaving his accomplice to do what he liked
i see what you mean said bess it was the bullet that killed the colonel the old-fashioned bullet fired from this if i'm not mistaken went on herrick producing the pistol
you can't be sure of that and admitting that it is so how did the pistol come into possession of joyce if frisco used it i am in the dark there said herrick vexedly i must get the truth out of joyce time to see him now and he glanced at his watch as to the pistol as to the pistol as to the pistol as to the pistol as to the pistol as to the pistol as to the pistol he was to his watch as to the pistol
I'll see bridge and find out if the bullet fits.
Bess held out her hand.
Let me do that, she said.
While you are watching Joyce and the Mexican,
I can attend to that matter.
Do you think you will be able, hesitated Herrick?
I am certain I can, besides, I want to have some part
in the discovery of the truth.
The doctor handed her the pistol.
He knew that she was a clever girl
and would not undertake a thing unless she could have executed thoroughly.
You and I can do the detective this is together, he said.
I will look after Joyce and Santiago and Frisco.
If I can find him, your part will be to trace the pistol
and see if the bullet fits.
You can manage bridge?
Easily, replied Bess, putting the pistol away,
he is so conceited that a little flattery goes a long way with him.
Don't let him meddle in this matter.
He will only spoil it.
I know what to do.
Leave it to me.
Dr. Jim took up his hat to go.
Suddenly he recollected a point he had not yet discussed and sat down again.
About Pentland Corn, said he.
What do you think of him, Bess?
He's a good man, she replied promptly, but he is weak.
I am sure there is nothing wrong about him.
Yet, why should he make such a friend as Santiago?
I do not know, shall I ask him.
He would not tell you the truth if you did.
He has his own secrets, Best nodded.
But I do not believe there are bad secrets, she said.
The rector is a man with a past, a sad past.
Did you know he was a soldier before he became a parson?
No, replied Dr. Jim, and yet I always thought that he had a martial air about him.
Why did he leave the army?
He said he had a call.
No, and at best hastily, seeing the doctor's lip curl.
I do not think he's a hypocrite.
He is most devout.
I do not believe much in that emotional religion, said Jim, with a shake of his head.
A call had he, and left the army for that.
I should like to hear a more feasible story.
He was a friend of Colonel Carr's.
Yes, he was the only person the Colonel saw.
and he used to go very often to the pines,
but I do not think he did Colonel Carr much good.
On the contrary, it is probable that the Colonel did a weak man like that a good deal of harm.
Herrick stopped, then said, suddenly,
he knows something about this murder.
What makes you think so, said Bess, startled.
Well, he did not come to the inquest,
and seeing that he was the parson of the parish
and a great friend of the dead man, I think that's strange myself.
Also, when I met him in the morning after the murder, he talked nonsense, sheer nonsense,
and was in a sort of hysterical condition.
That might have been because of the shock, replied Bess thoughtfully.
I know one thing, at least, about Mr. Corn.
He will not look upon a corpse.
Why not?
I don't know, nor does anyone else.
The parishioners are sometimes annoyed
because he will not come and see their dead.
Mr. Corn will pray with a dying person,
but he will not look on a dead one.
Hmm, and he was a soldier, said Herrick.
I must look into this.
You have quite enough to do at present, I think.
I will see to the pistol, and you can go now to Joyce.
Then we can meet and compare notes,
and best we understand one another.
Miss Endicott flushed,
I wish you would not talk nonsense, she cried.
There are other and more important things to think of.
Dr. Jim would have protested,
but she re-entered the house and left him to his own thoughts.
These were pleasant in spite of the discovery of Robin's iniquities.
Jim now saw that he had been in love with Bess without knowing it.
The shock of Joyce's wooings had brought about the discovery,
and what a fool I have been not to see it before said Dr. Jim.
No wonder they say love is blind,
and he whistled lightheartedly.
End of Chapter 14.
Chapter 15 of the Silver Bullet by Fergus Hume.
This Librevox recording is in the public domain.
Joyce explains himself.
Whether it was the charm of the girl society,
based upon his new discovery, or the interest of the conversation from a detective's point
of view, that detained Herrick, with her for over two hours, it is impossible to say.
Probably Dr. Jim could not have given a satisfactory answer himself.
But as he hurried along the road to the car arms, he acknowledged that he had been
dilatory, for in two hours Robin could have got away from Saxon.
but dr jim did not think he would go robin was a child in many ways and was not quick in making plans besides he would have been bewildered by the sudden revelation of his rascality
and for the moment he would not be able to think of his own safety or at least if he did think he would be unable to make any plans also and of this herrick was certain he had very little money to come and go
no thought the doctor as he swung into the village green robin knows better than to give me the slip he would be afraid that i would show him no mercy when i caught him up probably he will make out some story and implore me for the sake of our past friendship to be silent
if he tells me the whole truth and if he didn't actually kill carr i might but then he insulted bess and tried to get her into danger
the doctor clenched his fist and frowned i'll give him a thrashing at all events there is a bad time coming for you robin my man the prognostications of dr jim proved to be correct
joyce had not attempted flight he was waiting in his sitting-room for the coming of the doctor and he looked horribly frightened herrick could have found it in his heart to be sorry for the wretched little creature with his white haggard face and staring eyes
but he remembered what was at stake and made up his mind to be stern even to the verge of brutality for all he knew this treacherous little scoundrel might have hinted to the outside world that best was involved in the murder of carr
if he had done this herr considered that nothing would be too bad for him it was in a very stern frame of mind that dr jim sat down opposite his former friend
robin winced at the regard of those once kind eyes he felt like a rabbit in the presence of a boa constrictor well said jim grimly eyeing the miserable wretch and what do you have to say for yourself
nothing returned robin sullenly i am afraid i shall not be satisfied with that joyce you will have to tell me the whole of your doings from first to last i have done nothing so very wrong jim one moment
interposed herrick i think you had better call me by my last name we are not friends now you know well i call you dr herrick said robin with a small sneer i think it might be better sir drawn harrick
and the contempt in his tone made the self-satisfied joyce wince if i had done anything wrong i should not have waited to see you that's a lie replied the plain-spoken jim
you know me better than that had you bolted i should have had the police on your track before nightfall you know me as i said before your only chance is to make a clean breast of this damnable business what do you mean
don't bandy words with me joyce it won't do you were in a cleft stick and no amount of wriggling will serve you if you want a lead here is one you told me at southbury that you went up the sea firth and furth so i did oh lord cried herrick in a tone of disgust
will you never be done with your petty falsehoods i know that you have not seen the solicitors for some months certainly not on the twenty-fourth of july
firth told me how you tried to get your mother's annuity transferred to yourself come now don't play the fool with me you did not sleep at the whole hotel
how do you know that because i went there i also know that you alighted from the seven train at heathcroft station and rode your bicycle to saxham i don't know for what purpose unless it was to kill the colonel no no this time joyce was really afraid i did not kill him
that remains to be proved what about that pistol you slipped into the drawer of best andecotte's writing-table now you are about to lie again it won't do it won't do the truth you rat of a man don't call me names muttered joyce weakly
i beg your pardon i will not call you any more names let us conduct this conversation calmly but you have to tell me the whole truth or
well said joyce defiantly and if i refuse what then i will hand you over to the beilminster police you have no evidence i have more than you think you asked said herrick in a cold rage
for the sake of our past friendship i have been sparing you all these weeks i got you down here in the hope that you would be man enough to come forward and confess your follies i do not say crimes for you have not pluck enough to commit the
smallest. But you kept your own counsel and thought you were pulling wool over my eyes.
I have seen through all these weeks, and now you insult the woman I love, and—'
Robin jumped up in childish rage. You don't love her. You won't marry her, he panted.
I won't have it. Sit down, commanded Herrick sternly. You have nothing to say in the matter.
Leave Miss Endicott's name out of it. We have had enough of this nonsense.
confess what you have done."
"'I won't,' Joyce said his teeth.
"'Very good, then I shall send for the police.
You dare not.'
"'Ah, you think so?'
Herrick rose and walked towards the bell.
Joyce anticipated him and stood in his path with flashing eyes.
Herrick laughed.
"'Are you about to measure your strength against mine?' he said.
Before he could speak further the little man had flung himself at his throat like a wild
beast. Strong as Herrick was, the abnormal nerve force of Joyce made him no mean antagonist.
But the contest was unequal, and at last Herrick lifted Joyce above his head, shook him,
as a terrier does a rat, and pitched him headlong into a chair, where the creature, helpless
and overborne, sat gnashing his teeth and glaring. For the moment Herrick thought he was mad.
Have you had enough? asked a doctor, recovering his breath.
If not, I'm quite willing to administer the thrashing you so richly deserve.
Joyce still glared and stamped in impotent rage.
Then he suddenly burst into tears and hid his face in his hands.
You great brute, he wailed, you might spare me.
Spare you?
Echoed Herrick contemptuously.
And did you think of sparing that poor girl,
whom you were trying to blackmail into marriage,
you may thank your stars, Joyce,
that you have to deal with a man
who knows you as I do.
If it had been another man,
they would have left you half dead on the floor.
You shall have justice from me, never fear.
Robin still continued the sob,
and huddled up in the big chair,
looked scarcely as large as a child.
I feel ill, ill, horribly ill.
You'll feel much worse before I'm done with you, said the Rentless Herrick.
Sit up and talk rationally.
All this won't do with me.
You have tried all your tricks.
They are of no avail.
Here are pen, ink, and paper.
I intend to take down all you say, and you will sign the statement.
I'll see you to the devil first, cried Joyce, sitting up, tear-stained and dishevelled,
but with an evil look in his eyes.
You will do exactly as you are bid, replied Herrick, selected a pen,
now begin and tell no lies.
I have information of which you know nothing,
and if I catch you tripping, well, you know what to expect.
Joyce saw that he was helpless.
He had tried defiance, forced tears,
and was now at the end of his resources.
Herrick piteously held to his point.
Seeing that there was no help for it,
The little scamp dried his eyes, arranged his coat, and hardened himself into a reasonable frame of mind.
You have the whip hand, he said sullenly, so I must give in.
I think that is very wise of you. After all, you might have known that such play-acting would not impose upon me.
Now you are to tell me all you did at Saxon on that night and why you came down.
I shall probably ask you a few questions to which I shall request you.
require truthful answers.
And remember what I said,
I know more about your doings than you give me credit for.
I can tell if you speak the truth or not.
Now go on.
Dr. Jim squared his elbows and set himself to write.
Joyce cast one look at the door as though he meditated flight,
but he knew that such a dash for liberty would result in his incarceration in prison,
so he abandoned it and sullenly began to talk.
I did come down to Saxon on the 24th, he confessed.
I thought so.
And your story of seeing Firth and Firth was a lie?
Yes, I did not want you to know.
Not only that, but you wished to make use of me.
I was to prove your alibi, huh?
You chose this country for a walking tour on purpose?
I planned the whole thing, said Joyce shamelessly,
and with something of pleasure in his own cleverness.
You think yourself clever, Herrick, but I, whom you have always despised, have made a tool of you.
Up to a point you have, no doubt.
But there is a proverb about playing with edged tools.
You seem to have forgotten.
As to your saying that I despise you, I never did so, until I found out, never mind how,
that you had told me a lie about going to London from Southbury.
It was my own business, and I was my own business, and I was.
to be your tool, as you have just said. Go on." Joyce thought for a moment, as I have done nothing
so very wrong, he said. There's no reason why I should not tell you everything from the beginning.
I suppose you will admit that. No reason at all. Go on.
Very good. Well, then, until my mother died, I had no idea of her position, nor, added
Joyce, have I any very clear idea now. She left the paper behind her.
her which explained much, but not all. I will show it to you when you come up to London.
Thank you. I will remind you of that promise. Robin scowled and continued. My mother said that
between a certain Colonel Carr and herself, there existed a business arrangement that she should
receive $500 a year for her life. The arrangement was made by my dead father for services rendered
to Colonel Carr. What were those services?
that is the one thing i do not know the paper said nothing about them the five hundred a year was to be paid to my mother and when she died it was to stop so you see in place of having an income as i thought i was left to paul
my mother had saved some money about three hundred pounds i'm living on that now i was in despair and i went to the solicitors who pay the annuity to ask if colonel car would continue it they wrote to the colonel and he refused
i know that said herrick smoothly firth told me you seem to have meddled a good deal in my business near joyce well i was again in despair as i saw nothing before me but a life of hard work
i read over the paper again my mother said in it that carr was a dangerous man but that he had enemies who threatened to kill him she advised me to see him but to take all precautions against my visit being known to any one
why asked dr jim i see no reason nor did i respond at robin with a shrug he was now quite himself again and seemed to enjoy the telling of the story she hinted however that if colonel carr ever died by violence and she was sure he would
i might be accused of the crime if i went to see him she said that it was dangerous to be in his company for that reason it seems to me a very ridiculous reason i thought it was all the same she knew more about the matter than i did
i thought it best to adopt her suggestion i wish to see carr and ask him to continue the annuity but i wish to see him secretly so that if he was murdered as my mother hinted i should not see him to see him secretly so that if he was murdered as my mother hinted i should not
be dragged into the matter. For that reason I made the plans you blame.
And were a fool to do so, said Dr. Jim vigorously. Why in the name of heaven did you not
tell me all this? I should have come and seen Carr with you openly. I should not have
been afraid of being implicated in a crime, though the man were murdered half a dozen times
over. The secret means you took to avert suspicion, falling on you, have only resulted in your
being suspected, at least by me.
I thought you did not suspect me, said Joyce, snappishly.
Not of the crime, for I know what a coward you are.
But you know something about it, still, if the police do all I do,
you would find yourself in Queer Street.
Again, I say that in your desire to avert suspicion from yourself,
you have brought it upon your head.
However, I think the reason given in the paper you speak of,
ridiculous.
Go on.
what of your plans how were they carried out i first looked up a map of the country to see where car lived then as you had proposed a walking tour i induced you to take the route which ran across carr's place i thought if anything occurred you could prove that i was with you
but did you expect the man to be murdered while we were out on our tour i did not know what might happen as it was i knew the man was dead when i rejoined you at southbury
but my idea was to see him and then to pass afterwards with you through the village when i set out on the walking tour i never thought he would be murdered it was to say the least strange that carr should meet with his death and so critical a moment to you said herrick down
He had lived safely for ten years.
It was chance, I suppose, at all events.
I did not kill him, as you seem to suppose.
I simply wished to see him about the annuity.
When I left you at Southbury and went to London,
on the plea of seeing Firth and Firth,
I left my bag at the whole hotel to provide a second alibi.
I intended to get down and see Carr,
then be back and sleep at the whole hotel on the whole hotel,
that night. It was the murder that threw me out.
Herrick laughed, and it was the murder against which you were taking all these precautions?
How ironical! Well, I went to my flat and got my bicycle. I wrapped myself up in my great
coat. Then I went down to Saxon by the Heathcroft line. I alighted there at seven o'clock,
had something to eat at the railway bar, and then rode on my bicycle to Saxon.
i found the house from the map and waited in the pine woods before i could make up my mind to go in and seek an interview at what time did you hide in the pine woods between eight and nine o'clock while there i heard a single shot it frightened me
but i did not think that it was murder no said robin to himself with a shiver i did not think it was murder that would be the death shot said herrick saying that miss bess heard the other three
i heard them also but that was after nine and all this time you remained near the house no i went to the other side of the pine wood keeping the tower in sight
i saw a girl with a lantern searching the wood she passed near where i lay and i saw her plainly that is how i recognized her and why did you accuse her
i thought she might have something to do with a crime said joy sullenly you must confess it was queer to see a girl in the woods at that hour if she was innocent why should she have been about the house so late
don't you dare hint that she is not innocent cried herrick violently she went to look for her brother sidney she heard the shots too did you see friscoe at the door of the house
no it was some time after i lost sight of miss bess that i heard the shots i thought she might have fired them i waited till ten o'clock and then thought i would go and see what was the matter
i walked through the wood and entered the house it was all alight and quite deserted just as we found it as i heard the shots in the tower i climbed up at the top i saw what you and i saw the dead body of the colonel he was quite dead
i was afraid for the very thing i dreaded had come to pass i saw how wise was my mother's advice and being afraid least some one should come and i should be arrested for the crime i went away
i got my bicycle which i had left in the pine wood and rode back to heathcroft i found the last train gone so i could not get back to the hall hotel
i feared to sleep in any end least the police when the crime was discovered should make search for strangers i passed a night in a wood then rode on at dawn to a station beyond heathcroft where i got a cup of coffee at the bar of the station
then i took the train back to london went to the whole hotel and said that i had passed a night with a friend afterwards i caught the southbury train and rejoined you that is all
a very pretty story remarked herrick grimly then you were anxious to push on across the moor that we might find the body together not exactly i thought it would already be found when we arrived however when i saw the house blazing i knew that nothing had been disturbed we went in and-you know
i know that you took a fit of hysteria said herrick i thought it was fatigue but now i understand it was because you were playing a part that is all very well how do i know you did not kill the man i did not i swear i did not cried joyce with a shiver
what about that pistol that is nothing to do with a murder was it not the weapon that was used not that i know of where did you get it joyce hesitated and wriggled
I do not see why you should ask me.
Don't you indeed, said Herrick grimly.
I see a very good reason.
Carr was shot through the heart with a bullet
that might very well fit that ancient weapon.
How do you know that I put it into a drawer at the Grange?
Are you going to lie about that?
It won't do, Joyce.
I saw the pistol at your flat in your tobacco cabinet.
Joyce turned white.
He had been quite prepared to lie,
but this information showed him how futile that would be.
How did you find it in there, he asked.
Oh, I wasn't poking or prying.
Manuel, hunting for cigarettes, showed it to me.
He dropped across it by accident.
Joyce sprang to his feet.
A liar, oh, the liar, he cried.
Manuel, why he knew it was there in the cabinet.
And he placed it there, huh?
I never said so, muttered Robin,
passing his tongue over his drawing.
high lips.
Oh, but I can see it in your face, evidently Manuel, played upon you the same trick
you intended to play upon Bess.
A nice pair upon my soul.
Herrick paused for a moment.
What has Manuel to do with this?
Nothing that I know of, retorted Joyce sullenly.
He brought me the pistol, but refused to say where he got it.
He knows something of this matter, I think.
I'm very certain he does, however.
I'll speak to him.
where is he?
He went over to Bealminster this afternoon.
Very good.
I'll see him when he comes back.
By the way, you told me a lie about him.
Johnson did not introduce you at the Apollo Club.
Joyce shrugged his shoulders.
Since you know so much, you might as well know more, he said coolly.
I met Manuel at the Pimlico gambling club.
We played together and became friends.
Oddly enough, he knew all.
all about Carr that drew us together. We talked a good deal about the business, and I told
him what I told you. But he is a scoundrel, said Joyce, gritting his teeth. He wants to make
out that I shot Carr with that pistol, and showed it to you in my flat to inculpate me.
Which was what you proposed to do with that girl. I did, said Robin sullenly. I wanted
to marry her, and I made my plans so that she should not be.
dare to refuse.
Herrick rose to his feet.
Joyce, he said calmly, I had intended to give you a thrashing, but you are such a miserable
wretch that if I manhandled you, I should probably kill you.
You can go free for me, but you shall leave this place by five o'clock train from Bealminster.
I'll see to it myself.
I thought you would, sneered Joyce, so I've packed my clothes, and what are you going
to do next?
Keep an eye on you. Go back to your flat. If you try to run, I'll have you arrested.
Do not think because I send you to London that you will be beyond the reach of my arm.
You and Manuel are plotting to get this money of Stephen Marsh.
I am not, whatever Santiago may be doing. He's got everything out of me and told me nothing in return.
Save that he knew car and hated him, I do not know anything. I don't believe that the
The pistol is the one used in the murder.
Santiago probably read about an old-fashioned weapon being used, and knowing that I was down
here, on the night, he put the pistol.
Yes, yes, I see all that.
You see what a scoundrel you have taken up with?
Upon my word choice, you had better have stuck to me.
It is too late now, said Robin, with something of a sob, you'll never trust me again.
replied Herrick calmly.
I have not yet got to the bottom of this business,
but I believe you are the tool rather than the accomplice of this Mexican.
However, I will deal with him.
You go to London and hold yourself in readiness for my orders.
I'll be even with Santiago yet for his treachery, said Robin, rising.
That you can settle between yourselves.
Hello, don't go yet.
Sign this paper.
I have written down all you told me.
i won't sign you will and at once i'll be the witness if you don't i will not protect you in any way you won't let me get into trouble said joyce taking the pen not if what you have told me is true sign
joyce signed and herrick witnessed the document the doctor placed it in his pocket and then ordered a trap from napper after joyce had paid his bill the doctor drove him to beaumister the five o'clock train was on the
point of departure, but he just managed to catch it. As he flung himself into a carriage,
he held out his hand to Herrick. No, replied Jim coldly, we have done with all that,
and no tricks, or you'll get the worst of it. I'll go straight to my flat, said Joyce,
sulkily, and as the train steamed out of the station, he cursed his former friend.
He would have cursed him still more if he had seen what he did next. The doctor
went to the telegraph office and wrote out a wire describing Joyce's face, clothes, figure,
and all, and also set down the train by which he would arrive at Paddington.
This he sent to a firm of private detectives with whom he had already done business.
There, said Herrick, with a grim smile, when the wire was dispatched,
Joyce will be watched from the moment he gets to town.
Any tricks, and the doctor laughed.
apparently he did not yet trust a little man in spite of his confession end of chapter fifteen chapter sixteen of the silver bullet by fergus hume this lebravovok's recording is in the public domain
best the detective in this way saxon was purged from one undesirable person herrick was pleased that he had acted with such promptitude
best would no longer be vexed by the odious attentions of the little scamp who had tormented her.
Dr. Jim smiled to think how much of the jealous rival there was about his dealings with his quantum friend.
He now recognized that Bess was the woman he desired for his wife,
nor did he think that she would refuse to become Mrs. Herrick when he could give her a home worthy of her.
Had she disliked his attentions, she would be able to be.
would not have permitted even the strange hours wooing, which was all they had of love,
since Jim had found his heart. He laughed at the recollection. To talk of love between intervals
of detective analysis, he thought, as he walked back to Saxon, having sent on Napper's
cart by the groom. It's a strange way of wooing one's wife, and the last kind I expected
to indulge in. But best enjoyed it, I fancy. I must recompense myself, I must recompense myself
in a more leisurely way, when this business is at an end.
On arriving at Saxon, the doctor called in at the car arms to see Don Manuel.
He wanted to hear from the man himself if he had really given the pistol to Joyce,
and if so, how it had come into his possession.
It might be that he had bought it in order to incriminate Robin,
although at present Herrick could see no very good reason for such incrimination.
on the other hand the pistol might be the veritable weapon used to shoot car but that could be proved only by the test of the bullet and he would have to wait until bessaw bridge about that in some way herrick felt convinced that santiago was connected with a crime
he had known and hated carr and he was too intimate with joyce for mere friendship and he showed too great a desire to remain in the parish that he should have in the parish
that he should have in some way gained possession of the real pistol was not unlikely and it might be that he used it himself said dr jim as he entered the inn although i should think he would have used a more modern weapon for choice
on speaking to napper about the mexican a shock awaited him the landlord expressed the broadest surprise that mr joyce had not told dr herrick of santiago's departure
the mexican had gone to london by an early train herrick swore beneath his breast feeling that he had been outwitted when mr joyce came back here this afternoon did he see don manuel
i sir bet he did the foreigner was waiting for him and they talked for an hour after that don manuel came down with his trunk he had but one doctor and drove in to catch an earlier train
to bureau minster asked herrick no sir to heathcroft he paid his bill all right though but i was astonished mr joyce left us so suddenly there's nothing wrong i hope
by no means replied herrick with a carelessness that he was far from feeling i believe don manuel had to go up on business and asked mr joyce to join him later will they be coming here again sir asked napper and on receiving a reply in the negative
expressed his regret.
They didn't pay much, but they was sure,
said the worthy landlord.
Did you hear,
Signor Santiago say where he was going?
asked Herrick.
But this the landlord could not tell him.
Dr. Jim walked away annoyed that he had been taken in.
He felt that Robin had been tutored
to play his part by the cleverer scoundrel.
No doubt Robin had told the Mexican
of his intrusion into the case.
and Santiago had taken alarm.
He knew well enough that Dr. Jim would recognize the pistol,
and that he would force Robin to say where he had obtained it.
Evidently Don Manuel thought it would be better for him to disappear
than to face an examination.
Yet he could have told Joyce to make up some story about the pistol
so that he might not be brought into it.
The whole business was part of the conspiracy.
Don Manuel was in it.
Robin also, and Herrick felt that the firm of Joyce and Santiago had been one too many for him.
All the same he remembered that he had set a watch on Joyce.
If this camp tried to hide or went to any place to meet Manuel, he would be followed.
I shall go up to town tomorrow, said Herrick on his way to the pines.
Wherever Joyce is gone, there Manuel will be.
I shall run them both the earth and learn what all this man,
means by questioning them in each other's company. They won't trick me a second time. Well,
I have done enough detective work for the day. I'll think of something else.
Stephen was now so far on the road of recovery that he was able to leave his room.
He had seen little of Jim lately, but he did not miss him, thanks to the constant attendance of Ida.
Marsh Carr was as devoted a friend as ever to Harry.
He still believed him the cleverest and best of men, but now his whole heart was filled with
the image of Ida.
The two were constantly together, and the girl had no small share in nursing back her promised
husband to health.
The wound in the head had mended, and the blow had left no effect behind it beyond an occasional
headache.
Stephen never gave his assailant a thought.
He quite forgot Carr's train.
tragic death and all the strange circumstances which had brought about his change of fortune.
At times he even ceased to remember his stepmother, much as he had loved her.
All his thoughts were for Ida, and with her he passed hours planning their future.
They never talked of the past, and noticing this, Herrick forbore, to tell his friend
that he was still working to discover the murderer of Colonel Carr, and striving to
to baffle a possible conspiracy that had for its aim the loss of Stephen, not only of the car
fortune, but possibly also his life. Jim felt quite competent to deal with the matter himself,
and did not think it necessary to spoil Marsh Carr's love-making with such commonplace things.
Therefore, he remained in ignorance of Herrick's doings.
"'How late you are,' said Stephen,
"'who was already dressed for dinner.
"'I have been anxiously expecting you this last hour.'
"'I had to go into Bealminster,' said Herrick, carelessly.
"'Joyce has been called up to town, and I went to see the last of him.'
"'I'm glad he has gone,' Stephen said gravely.
"'I don't like him.
"'I think he is false.
"'As for the Mexican, he shrugged his shoulders.'
herrick who has poured himself a glass of sherry as an appetizer turned with a laugh the mexican is a bad lot sure enough he said as to joyce he is more of a fool than a knave
i forgot that he was your friend you do quite right to use the past tense steve he was my friend but he is so no longer haric laughed again and sipped his sherry i have taken you for a change you for a change
You know well that I will never fail you, said Stephen warmly.
No, I suppose we shall remain good friends to you, Mary.
Then you will forget me and think only of your wife.
You know better than that, Jim.
Besides, Ida is fond of you.
I know I was fond of Ida, too, at one time,
but that was before she was engaged to you.
But I have not played you false, Steve.
You are telling me old news, replied Marsh Carr, smiling.
I saw that you were in love with Ida.
No, I was never in love.
I thought I was, but my love was a snare at a delusion.
But you thought so, did you?
Were you not jealous?
Not at all.
I knew that Ida was mine, and I trusted her.
You, too.
Wonderful man, said Herrick, looking into the fire.
Well, you did right to trust us both.
we are merely friends now indeed i know we never were anything else i was blind but she was not however i am glad that you too are engaged you will be happy
and when am i to congratulate you at this very minute if you like it is best you are talking of stephen sat up on the sofa looking astonished yes he said ida saw that she was in love with you
ida is a clever woman she prophesied my love would come suddenly bess has not yet formally consented to be my wife but i think it will be all right
i am more than delighted we shall be brothers-in-law and you will always stay here jim living on you my dear fellow no i shall start practice again in town when i have got together sufficient money then when i am doing fairly well
best shall come to me and supplement my income by writing novels in the intervals of looking after the house herrick you must not go away you promised
until you were married but be of good cheer steve i won't leave you until everything is right dr jim said these last words with the significance which was lost on his listener
i thought not your friend joyce oh he never had a chance i was a fool to let him hang after bess however i found out to-day what she was to me so it is all right now
bess and ida are coming over this evening with frank all the better i can make my proposal in due form by the way steve i'm going up town to-morrow if you can spare me
certainly but it is not to make arrangements to leave me is it i should think not i shall never go until you tell me steve no i am going to see about some business of my own well i must dress
i hope you have a good dinner for me i'm very hungry you think of nothing but eating said stephen with a laugh the dinner gave every satisfaction even to herrick who was somewhat facetious but ida had seen that a good cook was engaged
and the two men had nothing to complain of.
Dinner over, Herrick supported Stephen into the library
and placed him on the sofa.
Then he sat beside him, and they smoked over their coffee and cognac.
But you must go to bed at half-past ten, said Herrick sternly.
What a tyrant you are, Jim.
Hark, there are the girls.
They came in looking charming and in the best of spirits.
It needed but a glance for Dr. Jim to see that Bess had said nothing about Joyce to her brother or sister.
What a wise little woman she was.
When Ida and Frank had seated themselves beside Stephen, Jim drew her into a remote corner of the room.
You said nothing about our adventure today, he whispered.
No, she replied, in the same tone.
I thought it best not to.
And, Mr. Joyce, you'll not be troubled with him again.
He has gone to town.
I do not think he will come back.
Santiago has gone also.
What about his threat against me?
That is all right.
I have a confession in my pocket.
Did he kill Colonel Carr?
No.
I have not yet solved that problem.
But do not let us talk of these unpleasant things any more, Bess.
Tomorrow you shall know all.
In the meantime, make yourself agreeable to me,
and tell me how much you love me. Come now. After this afternoon, you cannot deny.
I neither deny nor affirm, said Bess, her face, one glow of scarlet, but that might have been the fire.
You are not in earnest today. Indeed I was. Can't you see that I love you with my whole heart
and soul? I never knew until today how much I did love you. I thought it was Ida, faltered Bess.
I thought so, too, for a period of madness, but I know now that I was mistaken.
We are the best of friends as you can see, but you have not replied to my question.
What do you want me to say?
That I am the dearest man in the world, and that you have loved me for ever so long.
Come now.
It is true, said Bess, sinking her voice.
I have loved you.
I do love you, and I am thankful to be your wife.
I'm a poor doctor, remember.
I love you for yourself, not for any money you may have.
Faith, said Herrick.
That is lucky for me.
Come here.
Behind this screen.
There now.
Oh, Dr. Jim, no.
Very well.
Jim, without the doctor.
Do not go on like this.
We are not alone.
You will come into another room, teased Jim.
Certainly not.
Jim, what are you doing?
leading you into the world, said Herrick, laughing.
Bess laughed also, and blushed, when Jim led her before the three astonished people
who looked at them in amazement.
Ladies and gentlemen, said Dr. Jim, do you know who this is?
Bess, I suppose, said the stupid brother.
And more than that, cried Ida, rising to take her sister in her arms.
Oh, Bess, darling, I'm so glad.
Hurrah, cried Stephen.
and pinched Frank's arm.
The youth was still dense,
although the truth was staring him in the face.
He looked at the two girls almost weeping with pleasure
in one another's arms,
at the laughing faces of Herrick and Stephen.
Still he did not understand,
not having yet experienced the love of a woman.
You are stupid, Frank, cried Ida.
Can't you see?
Can't you see, said Herrick,
gripping Frank's arm.
What a blonde.
my brother-in-law I shall have."
Oh, Frank's eyes opened wide.
Are you to marry Bess?
Herrick nodded.
And Stephen takes Ida?
The engaged couple laughed.
Well, said Frank, that is two of them gone,
and who is to look after Biff's dead?
Flo, of course, said Stephen.
As if she could, Bess is the top-tail and bottom of the house.
That she is, cried Ida, hugging her sister,
and I am jealous of Jim, taking her away from us.
Then she gave Herrick a roguish glance.
Was I not right, she asked?
Perfectly right, he replied,
and drew Bess down on the seat beside him.
Ida went as by instinct to Stephen.
Only the miserable Frank was left out in the cold and said so.
The quartet laughed heartlessly.
There was not a happier party in the whole three kingdoms
than that seated before the fight,
in the house of the wicked colonel car if the shade of the old man had been present in the room he must or rather it must have sighed enviously at the sight of such happiness
not during his reign had such truth and honor and clean delight prevailed in the old house it was a merry evening memory of the golden age said jim the next morning dr herrick re-entered the workaday world
he walked over the bifstead and found bess just setting out for beaumminster on her bicycle you can leave that he said after a kiss had been exchanged i will drive you over to beelminster in the cart i told the groom to put in the horse and bring it round here
you are going to town asked bess yes on the track of those two scamps you are going to see bridge about the bullet
yes i have the pistol in my pocket she replied showing it very good can you drive the cart back of course i can drive who ever heard of asking a country girl such a question you do not know my accomplishments jim
i know that you are the dearest and sweetest and most sensible girl in the whole wide world but i say we won't take the groom in the first place i want you all to myself in the second i must tell you all that took place when i interviewed joyce yesterday
bess needless to say thought this was a capital idea so when the groom bought round the cart he was sent away he saw the pair drive toward the village and there was a broad grin on his face he knew very well what they were to one another
in some mysterious way the news had got to the servants hall and had been well discussed that very morning the lovers drove into birrominster and talked in the most matter-of-fact way-and talked in the most matter-of-fact way-and had been well discussed that very morning
the lovers drove into birramister and talked in the most matter-of-fact way about the conspiracy their heads were so close together that one would have thought they were exchanging the tenderest confidences
in place of that the detective fever was raging in both their breasts and they were like a couple of scotland yard officials then herrick took a last farewell promised to return in the course of a few days and caught the express
When the train disappeared round the curve, Bess went back to the cart and drove it to some stables where she put it up.
Afterwards, she went into the lower part of Bealminster, where Mr. Inspector Bridge had his office.
He happened to be in and brightened up when he saw her.
Bridge had a great opinion of the younger Miss Endicott.
What good wind brings you here, Miss, he asked.
Ah, said Bess solemnly, that required.
some telling, Mr. Inspector. It is about this pistol, and she produced it from her pocket.
Pistol? Echoed Bridge, puzzled. Ah, is it the pistol of the car case?
That is what I want to find out, said Miss Endicott, who had her story all ready to tell,
and had discussed its details with Dr. Jim during the drive. I found this the other day in the
pinewood near Colonel Carr's house. It is a clumsy, old-fashioned thing, but I remembered what
was said about the bullet being old-fashioned also. Now I want you to see if the bullet fits the
muzzle of this. Hmm, said Bridge, with his most important air looking down the muzzle.
So you found this pistol in the grass, and near the house, perhaps, I say perhaps, mind you,
Miss Bess, this might be the weapon we have been looking for so long.
Is there a name on the butt?
No, said Bess promptly.
You only find that in novels.
There is not so much as a scratch on the handle.
An old weapon, observed Bridge, wagging his head ponderously and irritating, Bess,
do a frenzy with his platitudes.
Well, we must see if the bullet—
Ah, yes, the bullet.
Now, where is it?
bridge went hunting over some shells then he took the excavating in drawers opened the safe dug under dusty piles of paper and suddenly produced
bess never saw from where a small box in which something rattled when he opened this there were three conical bullets and one flat round one ah cried bess there it is try please mr inspector
all in good time miss said the aggravating bridge and dropped the bullet into the muscle it disappeared and he nodded solemnly it is the pistol he said
you have made a valuable discovery miss if there was only a name or initials on the handle he sighed bess was not attending to him she took the pistol and dropped out the bullet then rammed it home again and nodded in her turn
there's no doubt of it she said this the pistol that shot colonel carr you will leave it with me miss asked bridge i might find out something likely to lead to the detection of the assassin
best laughed delightedly from that last phrase she knew that inspector bridge had been reading detective fiction of the worst she knew also that the pistol would afford no clue to the truth until it was incapable hands
Therefore, as she thought it would be safer, in the Bureau of Mr. Police Office, then in the untidy house of Biffstead, where everybody was always turning over everybody else's drawers, she consented that bridge should take charge of it.
The inspector, with an important air, put away the pistol in his safe.
He was about to replace the box when he noticed that Bess had the round bullet in her hand.
come miss give it back he said belongs to the crown that does a queer bullet murmured bess made in a mold here is the seam i do not believe it is lead it is too hard for lead
have you a penknife mr inspector ah she seized one lying on the desk this will do i don't believe this is lead nonsense said bridge crossly all bullets are made of the desk and-butt this will do i don't believe this is lead nonsense said bridge crossly all bullets are made of
of lead.
This is not, cried Bess, was scratching away vigorously.
See how hard it is?
And the scratches shine, Inspector Bridge, she said in a solemn tone, I believe this is silver.
It can't be.
The inspector took it up and examined it in his turn.
What Bess said was true.
The bullet was hard, not soft as lead should be, and moreover it was hard.
It was hard to scratch.
And the little scraping she had given it.
glittered in parts just like silver.
It might be, murmured Bridge.
There's a silversmith just round the corner, said Bess, in great excitement.
Do come, and let's him see it.
I want to know for certain that it is silver.
I do not know what good that will do, Miss Bess.
If it is silver, that will not help us catch Frisco any sooner.
No, but you can't think what discoveries you might make.
if you know it was silver for certain i know how you can put things together and a piece of evidence like this oh i am sure you could do a lot with it
bridge in his own heart did not very well see what he could do but he was not proof against flattery as the artful best well knew so he went round the corner with her to a convenient jeweller's and offered him the bullet
will you please tell me what this is he said in his most official tone do not destroy it mr blinks or deform it in any way it is the property of the crown all the crown wants to know is the medal of which this is formed
mr blinks was much impressed with his speech promising to be careful he took the bullet into the next room into his workshop and there performed some trick of the trade
When he returned, he handed the bullet to Bridge, very little altered.
It is of silver, Mr. Bridge, he said.
All of silver, asked Bridge, while Bess tried to suppress her excitement.
All of silver, Mr. Bridge.
It has been cast in a mold, probably a cup where a silver plate has been melted down.
What is it, Mr. Inspector?
The property of the crown, replied Bridge solemnly and departed.
when in the office he locked up the bullet and looked at Bess.
I really do not see how this discovery can help me, he said.
Think it over, Mr. Inspector.
You'll be certain to hit upon some link.
But Bess herself was as far away from the truth as the inspector.
As she drove back to Saxon, she wondered how it came about
that the bullet which had killed Carr was cast in silver,
and to this she could find no answer.
End of Chapter 16.
Chapter 17 of the Silver Bullet by Fergus Hume.
This Librevox recording is in the public domain.
Unexpected evidence.
The surprising discovery that the bullet was of silver
elevated the crime from the commonplace to the romantic.
That an old-fashioned weapon should have been used
these days, when firearms
have reached such a pitch of
perfection, was remarkable enough,
but that the assassin
should have reverted to the superstitions
of the Middle Ages for his missile
was almost beyond belief.
In spite of her quick brain,
Bess, could not come to any decision.
Failing at discussion with Dr. Jim,
she resolved to leave the Vex question
at rest.
All the same, she did not pause,
in her detective work. Having followed up one clue until it ended, for the time being, in
nothing she hunted about for another. So far, she had made two discoveries. The pistol which Joyce
declared he had received from Don Manuel was certainly the weapon with which the murder had been
committed, and the bullet was of silver. But this knowledge resulted in nothing. Certainly,
it cast a strong suspicion on the Mexican, but that part of the puzzle best felt she could
safely leave to Herrick. So far as her particular business was concerned, she could do no more
until she heard her colleague's report. Pending this, she began to work in a different direction.
It occurred to her that she had never questioned Sidney about his doings in the pinewood
on the night of the murder.
Possibly he might be able to supply some clue to the mystery.
He was in the habit of watching the tower, said Bess to herself.
He said as much on that day when we had the picnic.
I wonder if he saw anything suspicious on that night.
Then he might have seen that horrid little Joyce, or perhaps Frisco.
I'll see what he knows.
Sidney was not an easy person to question.
His fantasies of thought had been laughed at so frequently the truth of his statement so often denied that he had grown resident.
What he saw, what he heard, he kept to himself, and not even his own family could get him to explain himself on occasions when they really desired information.
The boy mooned about in a dreamy state of mind, saying little beyond the merest commonplaces and, for the most part, lived in a dreamy state of mind,
saying little beyond the merest commonplaces, and for the most part, lived in the world of fantasy,
which was in Anitha Maranatha, to the people around him.
He was like a wild animal, shy, timid, and intensely suspicious.
Best thought he might be more open with her when he was, so to speak, in his native wilds.
She therefore watched her opportunity and followed him to one of his favorite haunts in the pine-wood,
where it fringed the more. Here one afternoon she found him seated in a secluded glade
beside one of those remarkable circles which the country people call fairy rings. So steadily
was he gazing at this in the half-light which filtered through the overhead boughs that he did not
notice her approach. To be sure, she trod softly and used the same precautions as she would have done
when approaching the haunt of some timid animal.
Sidney had always been a puzzle to everyone,
but Bess understood him better than most people.
Besides, she had discussed him frequently with Santiago
and was inclined to take the Mexican's view of the boy's peculiarities,
remembering the off-quoted saying of Hamlet.
Best was less skeptical than those around her.
She could not see why Sidney should not position,
the power of seeing what in a generally accepted sense is called the unseen considering what the lad had foretold with regard to the death of mrs marsh and the accident to her stepson it was impossible to say that sidney was either a fool or a madman
there was some reason for his fantasies so called and best regarded him with a certain amount of awe she could not understand him but she could not understand him but she could not understand him but she could
she granted that he was a rare spirit, far removed from the commonplace mortal.
Well, Thomas the Rhymer, said Bess Galey, when her shadow fell on the fairy ring.
Are you looking for the Queen of Elfland?
It was characteristic of Sidney that he was never taken by surprise.
At the sound of her voice he neither started nor expressed any anger.
All he did was to raise his serious eyes to her face and observe her.
quietly. I knew you were coming, Bess, dear. She threw herself down beside him and nodded towards the
fairy ring. Did they tell you, she asked in a low tone, and in all good faith? No, Bess, this is not the
time for the little people to be abroad. I was only looking at their dancing ground.
Have you seen them here? Often replied Sidney, with conviction, small naked folk who dance and sing and play,
on queer instruments. They know that I see them, but they are not angry. I believe you are a fairy
yourself, Sidney. No, I have a soul, what you call a soul, and the fairies have none.
They are only the creatures who attend to the works of nature, her servants. I see them because,
here Sidney broke off. It is no use my telling you, Bess, you would not understand.
Bess quite admitted this. She could not understand. All the same, she did not tell her brother
that he was a fool as many people would have done. She simply nodded and passed the subject by.
Her errand was to find out what Sidney had seen in the actual world. After the manner of her sex,
she approached the matter by a side issue. Sidney, dear, said she,
Do you know that Mr. Joyce has gone away to London?
No, I did not, replied Sidney gravely.
But I am glad he has gone, a bad man, Bess, and he would have done you harm.
How? What do you mean?
Sidney passed his hand across his face.
I cannot explain, he said, in a troubled voice.
You see, Bess, bad people carry about with them a bad atmosphere.
That Mexican was very wicked.
Joyce, not so bad.
Both of them made me feel quite ill.
Did you never see how I refused to sit beside them?
Well, that was because they gave me such pain,
not physical pain, but a kind of uncomfortable feeling,
which I can't put into words.
In what an old-fashioned way you talk, Sidney, said Best, puzzled.
One would think you were a hundred.
I know more than I say, Corn,
did not teach me everything I know.
Tell me, Sidney, do you like Mr. Corn?
I do, in a way.
He is not bad, but he is weak.
With good people, he is good.
With bad people, he is bad.
I am glad that Don Manuel has gone to town.
He was doing Mr. Corn a lot of harm.
But if I've told you what I know of these things,
you would only laugh at me.
No, I would not, Sidney, said his sister,
earnestly, I am sure that you are so sensitive that you feel these influences you talk about.
Sensitive, echoed Sidney.
Yes, I suppose, that is what you would call it.
You have come here to ask me a question, he said abruptly.
How do you know, she demanded?
Then seeing him shruggest thin shoulders, she admitted the truth of what he said.
I want to ask you who you saw in the pine wood on the night when Colonel Carr was killed.
I saw for a moment, then raise his eyes toward the gap in the trees, formally blocked by the tower.
I saw a lot of red mist about the tower, he said.
That was anger.
I saw, too.
He shook his head impatiently.
It is not these things you wish to know, Bess.
I want to know who killed Colonel Carr.
I can't tell you, Bess, if I knew I should tell, but I don't.
on that night i came here looking for things said sidney with a side-glanced to see if she were laughing and although i felt that there was a bad influence about the house i never went near it i kept the way and wandered on to the moor
that is why you missed me when you came to look for me i did not mind the rain but i saw your lantern and thought you would be anxious so i returned home then you came back yourself
yes that is all true tell me sidney did you see mr joyce in the wood or on the moor no i did not see him stephen was the only person i saw
best started violently stephen she said surely you must be mistaken no replied the boy indifferently why should i be mistaken
you know i can see in the dark like a cat before i saw your lantern i had seen stephen on the lawn looking at the tower i do not know what time it was so don't ask me you are always so particular about time said sidney peevishly as though it mattered
best reflected it was strange that stephen should have been in the vicinity of the house that night and yet have escaped her notice but she remembered that being intent upon looking for her brother
that she had not even seen joyce although he was lurking in the bushes at her elbow true she had caught a glimpse of frisco but that was when she consciously looked at the door it was possible that sidney might have come across stephen
did you speak to him she asked no why should i have spoken to him did he go into the house not that i saw bess he was looking up at the tower standing on the lawn by the trees i went to the other side of the wood and out on to the moor that is all i know
but sidney did you see friscoe crossing the moor i did not when i saw your lantern i went home i wish you would stop asking me questions he cried irritably
you make my headache.
After this speech,
he relapsed into one of his silent fits,
and Bess could not get him to speak.
Knowing from experience that Sidney was hopeless
when in this mood,
she left him still by the fairy ring
and took her way back to Biffstead.
The house was empty as Ida had gone to Beelmister to see Flo,
and Frank was attending to the farm.
Bess sat down and wondered,
what could be the meaning of stephen's presence at the pines on that night she knew that he had come over from beelminster to escort his mother home but then mrs marsh had been with mr corn the whole evening and there was no reason why stephen should have gone out of his way to visit the pines
it was in the afternoon that mrs marsh had seen the colonel and stephen must have known that she would not be at the great house after nine o'clock this best calculating by her own movements was the hour at which sidney had seen him
he was looking up at the tower too so sidney said but he can't have had anything to do with it she thought restlessly he disliked the colonel but he didn't no i won't even think of it such a thing if true would kill ida
yet i must find out from stephen himself why he was in the wood on that night she reflected at this hour stephen would be alone why should she not go over and see him
in one way or another she could tell him about the pistol and the silver bullet and see from the expression on his face if he knew anything about either it was incredible that stephen should have fired the shot
he was the colonel's heir but even to gain the money he certainly was too good a man to commit a crime yet if what sidney said was true stephen had been on the lawn about the time colonel carr was shot
he must know something about the matter i'll see him said bess putting on her hat again i shall not be able to sleep a wink until i know what he has to say
in another half-hour she was in the library where stephen was established on the sofa he looked thin and rather worried but his face brightened when he saw her this is good of you bess he said stretching out his hand i am all alone
herrick is in town ida at beaumminster not a soul to speak to draw that chair close to the fire shall i ring for tea
it is too early yet she said reassured by this bright talk it was incredible that a man who spoke so lightly should have a black crime on his soul i just wanted to chatter for a bit i'm so tired of my own company
so am i well you talk about jim and i'll discourse about ida we shall be quite happy by the way when will ida be back
about dinner time she will come over and see you afterwards i wish she would come to dinner here said stephen you also and frank and sydney i miss jim horribly and it's no fun eating a long solemn meal alone
upon my word bess i sometimes long for the days when petronella's macaroni could be eaten hurriedly and without this formality i would rather have a book than a footman about the table
what a mixed way of talking said bess pensively you have a book on the table as a rule i suppose you are glad all the same that you have the colonel's money
of course i am said stephen frankly it enables me to marry ida i was so afraid lest she should marry some one else before i came into my kingdom but i could not ask her to be my wife when i was a pauper could i bess she's a rare jewel that requires her rich
setting.
I don't think Ida values money so much as all that, said Bess, gravely.
She would have married you without a sixpence, but I am glad all the same that the money
came to you so soon.
It is nice to be rich.
So it is, admitted Stephen gladly, I can buy whatever books I like.
Best laughed at this speech.
I'm afraid you will grow into a bookworm.
No, Jim has got me out of bad habits.
in that respect. At one time I did nothing but read. Now I ride and swim in box and fence and
shoot. Best started at the last word. It gave her the opening she desired. Are you a good
shot, she asked. I was always a good shot, said Stephen Cooley. That is, with a pistol. I never handled a
gun until I came here. I did not know you had ever handled a pistol either. Oh, yes, I did.
gave me permission to shoot rabbits on his estate ages ago.
I could not afford to buy a gun,
but I did manage to get enough money to screw out a revolver,
and a very good one.
I believe it was brought here from Beominster,
unless Petronella overlooked it,
but I have not used it for over a year.
Rabbit shooting with a pistol is not much fun,
especially when one is alone.
I should like to see the pistol, said Bess,
after a pause.
Go over then to the box
behind that screen, said Stephen.
If it's anywhere, it will be in there.
There are all sorts of odds and ends,
rag-tag and bobtail of my former existence.
Bess did, as she was told,
and walked slowly over and behind
the large gilded screen
which stood in a far corner of the library.
Here, pushed to one side,
was a moderately sized
box, the lid of which was open. She found in it a few books, many manuscripts, pens and inkstand,
and all the paraphernalia of a writing-table. These she enumerated aloud.
I know, said Stephen, from the sofa, those are the contents of my study. I expect Petronella
threw all the things into that trunk. The pistol is bound to be there in a small mahogany box.
I always kept it on the mantelpiece of my study.
Be careful if you find it best, all six chambers are loaded.
After some search, Bess came across just such a box,
and opened it to find a neat little revolver of the most modern pattern.
She carried this box and all to the table near the sofa.
Again Stephen warned her that the weapon was loaded.
I kept it loaded because my mother was always afraid,
of thieves, poor soul, he said, though heaven knows there was little enough to steal in that
dismal house of ours.
What is it, Bess?
There are only three chambers loaded, said Bess thickly.
In a flash she remembered the three shots fired into the dead body and the conical shape of the bullets.
Those in the weapons she held were conical in shape.
Nonsense, said Stephen nervously.
I always kept the whole six loaded.
you must be making a mistake he took the revolver from her and examined it closely you are right he said with a long breath three of them are empty
as he spoke he looked up apparently with indifference when his eye caught hers he saw something in her expression which made him start and flush crimson
for a moment they looked at one another then stephen swung himself up to a sitting position and laid the pistol on the side table why do you look at me like that bess he asked in a hurried tone
for a minute she did not reply but she felt that she must know the truth and burst out hurriedly stephen you were on the lawn on the night your uncle was killed
the young man started to his feet and then fell back again on the sofa white and amazed how do you know he stuttered sidney saw you he told me oh stephen three chambers of your revolver empty three shots at
she felt suffocated and could not continue wait wait stephen put his hand to his head it felt confused his face was of a deep purple best thought he would have a fit and blamed herself for having blurted out her suspicions
wait wait muttered marsh car again as she moved towards the bell to summon assistance he sat down on the sofa his face in his hands rocking himself to and fro
then he heaved a deep sigh and looked up at her white haggard face you will not tell ida he said with her hands twisted in her hair best stepped back she suppressed a shriek stephen she cried hoarsely you did not
"'You?'
"'I did not murder him, no,' replied the young man harshly.
"'He was already dead when I fired those three shots.'
"'Then it was you who?'
"'It was I,' cried Stephen, rising to his feet with a fierce look.
"'And you were going to denounce me, I suppose?'
"'No, no, how could you think I would do such a thing?'
"'But Ida—'
"'Poor Ida!'
"'You must not tell her,' cried Stephen,
grasping her wrist until she winced with the pain.
Do what you like but say nothing to Ida.
I would rather break off our engagement on another plea
than that she should know.
The pain of the twisty gave her arm,
brought best back to a more normal state of mind.
She pulled herself together and sat down.
Stephen, she said slowly,
no one but you and I will share this secret.
Can you swear to me that Colonel Carr was already,
dead when you fired those shots. I want the truth."
He was already dead, said Marsh Carr, sitting down quietly.
Did you not hear the medical evidence at the inquest? It was the bullet which killed him.
My shots were fired at a carcass.
Why did you do such a horrible thing, wailed Bess?
Because I was mad for the time being, said Stephen gloomily.
I will tell you, all, if you are strong enough to hear it.
after what i know i'm strong enough to hear anything oh to think that you should have behaved in so barbarous a manner stephen winced it was barbarous i confess said he
but i was mad for the time being after all you must not be too hard on me i did not kill my respected uncle he sneered bess shivered she had never before seen the side of stephen's character
and the new experience was unpleasant it even stirred her into unconsidered indignation since you went up that tower with a revolver you must have intended to kill the man she said
perhaps i did perhaps i did not he answered in a most brazen manner but the plain truth is that i wanted to frighten him and did you think a revolver would frighten a man whose face death fifty and a hundred times had best with a scorn
she recalled to her memory several episodes carr had told her of his american doings she well knew that there devilry latent in the man
car was old and he had lost his nerve i counted upon that i never intended to kill him when i went up the tower the work had been done for me already and who did it i do not know said stephen earnestly upon my soul bess i do not know
the man was dead when i saw him it was sheer rage that made me fire those three shots the brute that is in me as it is in every man came to the surface but of the real murderer i saw no trace i did not see frisco whom i take to be the man
it was not frisco flashed out bess however she continued sick at heart you had better tell me how it came about
partly through my love for ida partly through my mother said marsh carr gloomily it came to my mother's ears that the colonel intended to disinherent me
i suppose friscoe got the upper hand and induced him to alter his will that is if he did alter it which i doubt of course he did not stephen if he had left the money to any one else you would not be here
i'm not so sure about that replied the young man savagely frisco might have taken the second will from the corpse at all events i know that furth and furth drafted no new will
if it was drawn the colonel must have drawn it himself however frisco let out in one of his drunken fits at beelminster that car intended to cut me off my mother heard the news and came home in a frenzy of rage
It was for that reason she called on Carr on the afternoon you know of.
The twenty-fourth, was it not?
She intended to argue him into a better frame of mind.
He only laughed at her and said he would leave his money as pleased him.
She told me the next day, but Carr was dead then.
What made you decide to frighten him?
Am I not telling you, said Stephen impatiently?
When my mother went to Saxon, I knew she would fail.
a woman could not deal with the devil like my beloved uncle i determined to see what i could do with a revolver i would have fought a duel with him to keep my rights said the young man fiercely but i would not have killed him in cold blood no indeed
well go on said bess i want to know all there's little to tell said marsh carr i was going to saxham to fetch home my mother who was at the rectory i thought i would visit the pines and see the colonel
I did so, sometime before nine.
Ah, it was about that hour Sidney saw you.
I dare say, I stood on the lawn, looking at the tower,
and could not make up my mind to enter the house.
It was all ablaze with lights and quite deserted.
No, said Bess, recalling her own experience,
I heard you fire the shots, and saw Frisco at the door.
He was drunk and hanging on to the post.
You heard me fire the shots. I did not know you were about. I was then. I'd gone to look for Sydney. But you see Frisco?
It was Frisco, said Stephen vehemently. I tell you Carr was dead when I went up lying face downward.
If Frisco was at the door, he was just clearing out after killing the man. He knew that he would be arrested.
But he must have heard the shots. Then he knew that someone had discovered the
body, which would make him run for it all the more quickly. However, to make a long story short,
I fired the three shots you know of, and then returned to my mother at the rectory. I said
nothing about the matter as I had not killed Carr. If Frisco is not the murderer, I do not
know who is. That is all I can tell you, Bess, you see, I am not such a guilty wretch as you thought.
I know that, said Bess impetuously.
If you were, I should insist upon your leaving Ida.
The fire at the dead was savage, but, as I know the man must have been dead at the time,
the medical evidence proves that.
I will say nothing.
Why did you not tell me of this before?
What use would it have been, said Stephen, raising his eyebrows?
I cannot tell you anything likely to lead to the capture of the assassin.
and besides it is not a pleasant thing to tell about myself.
I should not have told you now,
but that you have been one too many for me.
I should have reloaded the three chambers of that revolver,
but I forgot and put it away thinking all six were loaded.
I should be ashamed to let Jim or Ida know
that I had been such a beast.
I shall say nothing to them, said Bess coldly,
but I am disappointed at you, Stephen.
i know said the young man humbly i should have had more self-control but you will not turn your back on me for this bess no all the same i can't feel as i did towards you let me go away and think stephen and put away that revolver
marshkar nodded and slipped the weapon into his pocket but he made no attempt to detain bess she went away with a sore heart
end of chapter seventeen chapter eighteen of the silver bullet by fergus hume this librivox recording is in the public domain part of the truth
while bess was thus employed her colleague had his hands full in london on arriving at paddington herrick drove directly to the west kensington flat it was closed and the porter explained that mr joyce had been away for some weeks
ah that is a pity said dr jim with a grim smile i wish to see him most particularly i expect him back shortly sir said the man ah
has he written to fix the date of his return not yet sir but mr joyce never remains away more than a month or two he may change his habits this time i don't think so sir shall i tell him you called sir
no you need not go so far as that when he comes home just send a wire to that address and this is for yourself
the porter a venal creature in uniform looked at the half-sovereign and the address of the gulf hotel in jeremy street he promised faithfully to send a wire the moment mr joyce returned and dr jim went away
very well satisfied that he had done right in having robin watched damned little scoundrel growled herrick what is the use of sparing him but that he is in the hands of a stronger
villain, I would
lay him by the heels straight off,
but I shall deal with Santiago
this time. I expect
he and Joyce are plotting together
in some hole.
In another hour, Herrick was
climbing a flight of dingy stairs
in the neighborhood of the Strand.
He stopped at the second
landing, and before a door
which bore the name of
Kid, Belcher and Company,
private inquiry office.
On entering, he was
confronted by a dirty, undersized boy.
Kid was absent on business, but Belcher was in, and on giving his card, Dr. Jim was shown
into the next room.
Here at a table near the window sat a man, that is, he stood on two legs, he was neatly
dressed, and he talked in a prim, precise voice, but going by his face he was a ferret.
the long face and nose the broad forehead and small receding chin and above all the red-rimmed eyes without eyebrows or eyelashes all this made him look very much like a ferret and his nature was also of the beast
he was a sly silent cunning tracker relentless when once he had hunted down his prey a dangerous man a deadly man who had elected to place in the place in the same man who had elected to place in the same man who had elected to place in the
elected to place himself on the side of the law as offering the better price. Had he chosen to be
one of the great criminal profession, Mr. Belcher would have been a dangerous opponent to the police.
Luckily, he found that honesty paid better than roguery. Therefore, he was at the disposal of
Dr. Jim for the watching of Santiago and Joyce. He talked freely on this point.
It's all right, sir, he said, in his whispering voice.
and arranging his neat white tie kid caught him at the paddington station and followed him to pimlico oh he is in pimlico is he watched by three boys and kid himself four kids i call them said mr belcher with a silent laugh
you see sir that mexican jet prefers to live at pimlico because it is near the gambling club we need not mention names sir
as i have an interest in that club and don't want the police to know of it i hunt with the hounds and run with the fox you see and belcher gave another of his silent laughs hum said jim taking no notice of the joke so joyce is at santiago's lodgings is he
drove straight there from paddington and has not been out of doors since the dawn has been sir he never thinks you are after him
i fancy he has rather a contempt for my brains said jim however we shall see about that i'll go to those lodgings
would you mind telling me what the mexican has done sir i would mind very much mr belcher when i want to tell you my business you won't have to help me it's a private matter but later on there may be something in it likely to pay you
at present all i want you to do is keep an eye on joyce and santiago i will pay you well for it yes sir thank you sir excuse my curiosity quite professional no doubt
but you will make more money by asking no questions if things are as i suspect with these two it will put a lot of cash into your pockets meanwhile hold your tone
very good dr herrick said the ferret meekly so long as you know your business i don't need to teach it to you but you know our firm we are straight so long as you are paid otherwise you prefer to keep gambling saloons unknown to the police
Oh, never fear, man, I shall say nothing. By the way, lend me a revolver.
Ha, said the ferret, with sudden interest.
Is it as bad as that? I think so. One at least of the two will show fight, and it won't be the man you followed from Paddington.
You had better come with me, Belcher. I want to know if the coast is clear. If the two catch sight of me from the window, they may clear out.
while i am talking to them you and kid can remain outside if you hear a shot rush up with the nearest policeman but i won't fire unless i am driven to it
going to shoot one of them dr herrick said belcher producing a very serviceable weapon which jim slipped into his breast pocket not unless either one draws on me
it is the mexican i fear but it is more likely i shall only fire the revolver by way of a signal you know what you have to do yes sir said the ferret with something of admiration in his whisper you ought to have been in our profession doctor you ought to have been in our profession doctor
you provide against every chance except sudden death laughed jim as they went down the dingy stairs i have a tough article to deal with net san diego do you know anything about him belcher
the ferret shook his head and waved the neat umbrella at a passing hansom not much sir he replied he's been in england over six months and always in the same lodgings he has money but not too much of it
i got to know him at the club and he gambled so high and won so much that i made it my business to look after him but i could find out nothing to get the whip hand on him sir
mr joyce goes to your club also yes sir i told you so when you call to see me first i knew the name at once kidd knows him too but he doesn't know kid that was why i sent kid to paddington he's a fool sir
True enough, replied Herrick, dryly, but even a fool can become dangerous in the hands of an unscrupulous scoundrel like Santiago.
Oh, I do not know anything against him, added Herrick, seeing the ferret's eyes twinkle.
I'm only going by the little I do know.
Not enough to jail him, I suppose, sir.
Not yet, but there might be soon, replied Jim, glancing sideways at his neat companion.
he well knew that belcher and kid liked to know secrets in order to exhort blackmail a dangerous pair but jim knew how to deal with them they were rather afraid of jim he knew too much
herrick had become acquainted with the ferret through having saved the life of his small daughter and as this child was the apple of the man's eye he adored jim and was in the habit of speaking to him more freely than he otherwise would have done
therefore jim got to know more about the private inquiry firm than was altogether wise however he could keep his mouth shut and as at present he sometimes found the pair useful
but the connection was not a pleasant one even so and herrick was wont to comfort himself with a reflection that when dirty work has to be done no man can be nice in the choice of his instruments
directed by the ferret the cab stopped at the corner of a pimlico street in a quiet neighborhood there he left the doctor in the cab and went along to reconnoiter in ten minutes he came back
the mexican has gone out said belcher he has been away an hour but joyce is in the sitting-room kids saw his face two or three times at the window if you creep along the street under the house he won't be able to see you
right you are said dr jim climbing down and paying off the cab lavishly because he did not want a disturbance you wait outside both of you and keep an eye on the policeman when you hear his shot
you needn't tell me twice dr herrick said belcher his professional pride wounded off you go sir i'll stop hereabouts and whistle if the mexican comes along he doesn't know my real business he doesn't know my real business
Jim nodded and walked along to number 43, where, as Belcher told him,
Santiago had rooms on the first floor.
On the opposite side of the street, he saw a kid with a green shade
and picturesquely attired in rags playing the part of a pavement artist.
At the end of the street, three or four boys were playing marbles.
No one would suspect that either man or boys were spies.
Jim fingered his revolver and rang the bell.
I want to see Mr. Joyce, he said to the Slattern, who opened the door.
My name is Nuttall.
I come from Don Manuel Santiago.
The Slattern, suspecting nothing from this calm address,
conducted Jim up the stairs.
She opened the door and gave the message to Robin.
Here it heard his voice telling her to show in Mr. Nuttall,
and he guessed from the sound of it,
that Joyce was uneasy.
The slattern pushed Jim to the door,
and then dropped downstairs rapidly.
She wanted to get back to her novel,
for her mistress was away for the afternoon.
Well, Joyce, how are you?
Robin gave kind of a squeal,
like that of a trapped animal,
and fell back into the chair
from which he had risen to welcome Mr. Nuttall.
His face grew white,
his jaw dropped,
and he collapsed into a limp heap.
fright so paralyzed his tongue that he could not speak jim smiled politely and closed the door then he took a chair opposite to the wretched creature you are a proper little scoundrel he said in writhering tones i am sorry to see you brought so low as this joyce
what do you want cried robin flaming into sudden fury have you not humiliated me enough but that you must come after me to find you in hiding with don manuel go easy joyce and keep a civil tongue in your head
i'd like to kill you he muttered his face distorted with fury i have no doubt you would and i have also a small doubt but that your friend santiago will try
Do you want to see him?
And you, yes, you told me such lies at Saxon, coached by Don Manuel, I suppose,
that I wish to talk to the two of you together.
If you don't leave this place, I will call the police.
Do so by all means.
I shall give you in charge when they appear.
Come, Joyce, don't be a fool.
You have to sit down and do what I tell you.
Joyce resumed his seat and bit his fingers.
Santiago will kill you, he muttered viciously.
I hope he will.
Thank you.
I see pity is wasted on a reptile like you.
But see here, said Jim, with sudden fierceness,
I am prepared for you and for the Mexican also.
I have only to fire this, he showed the revolver,
and the detectives who are waiting will come up.
"'Detectives!' cried Joyce, white as snow and trembling.
"'Yes, you fool. I gave you every chance to clear yourself. You abused my leniency
and plotted with Santiago to cheat me. This time you will not get off so easy. I wonder how
you will like being in the dock on a charge of conspiracy. It's—it's a lie. It's the truth and you know it,
you and santiago wished to get the money left by colonel carr you tried to murder stephen in the churchyard it was not i gasped robin shaking with fright i was with the miss andycotts all the time
oh i know that your accomplice is the bolder villain it was he here harrick made a shot in the dark it was santiago who struck marsh i know he did sobbed joyce falling into the trap but i
never mind about yourself said jim exulting in having extorted this piece of information tell me what is there between santiago and corn that made him force the parson to tell a lie in order to prove his alibi
corn said that manuel was with him all the evening you know that is false manuel went out and struck stephen marsh i don't know what power santiago has over corn said robin wiping
in his eyes. He never told me, but he has some. He treats me like a dog, and I can't call my soul my own.
You poor little rat, said Herrick, with a certain pity. Then the best thing you can do is to come back to me and tell me all you know about this scoundrel.
No, no, whimper Joyce, he would kill me. Not he. I shall know how to save you, and if you do not tell me, said Dr. Jim, in a sharp tone.
I'll have you arrested as being concerned in this murder of Colonel Carr.
I'm innocent. You know I'm innocent. I know nothing of the sort, replied Herrick, unexpectedly.
I have your word for it and your confession of your doings on that night.
But there is quite enough in that confession, signed by yourself, mind,
to justify you being arrested on suspicion of having committed the crime.
Do you think a jury would believe in your story especially, as I can prove that the pistol
with which, as I verily believe, the crime was committed, was in your possession?
I got it from Santiago.
So you said, and yet at the time you told me it was out of my power to question the man.
You knew that he had gone up to town by the Heathcroft line, and you did not tell me.
I was afraid he forced me to hold him.
my tongue.
You had better be a little more afraid of me.
I can do you more mischief than Don Manuel is likely to do.
He will have sufficient to do to look after himself.
But I knew what a slippery little devil you were, Joyce,
and so I had you watched from the moment you disembarked at the Paddington Station.
You can't move a step now without my knowledge,
so you need not try to give me the slip again.
By this time Joyce was in a state of collapse.
He saw that Herrick had been too clever for him.
Between his fear of Santiago and his fear of Herrick, he was in a pitiful state of mind.
Dr. Jim felt sorry for the miserable creature, in spite of the contempt which his conduct
righteously provoked.
I'll tell you what I can, said Joyce, after a pause.
I think you are wise.
You expect Santiago back soon?
At five o'clock.
It's a quarter past four now, said Herrick, glancing at his watch.
I will wait for him.
He is dangerous, said Joyce, alarmed, and rising from his chair.
So am I.
It is not a man like me who is afraid of a Mexican greaser.
Mr. Joyce, don't go near that window.
He'll be making signals to your friend.
I don't trust you.
On my honor, began Joyce, returning to his seat.
You haven't got any.
Now then.
why did santiago try to get marsh killed he did not want to kill him he only desired that he should be disabled and prevent it from going to the vault herrick whistled ah
he has been looking up the will at doctor's commons well what does he expect it gain by the money going to frisco the man is in communication with him i suppose
no said joyce sulkily he is in communication with me the devil herrick sprang to his feet so you put that cipher in the paper asking frisco to meet you at hyde park corner
yes i did i put it in the first and the second who taught you the cipher it was one the colonel carr knew santiago taught it to me ah now we're getting at the truth said herrick
And where did you meet Santiago, may I ask?
No lie this time, please.
I met him at the gambling club in this district.
Oh, you did.
I never knew that gambling was a vice of yours.
It seems one never does know a man.
I thought better of you.
Well, and for what reason did Santiago tell you about this cipher?
I knew him before I went on the walking tour with you.
When I came back to London, I went to the club,
saw him there. He talked about the murder of Carr, and had seen my name as one of the men who found
the body. In one way and another, he got everything out of me. The story you told me,
yes, he made me tell everything. Clever man, said Herrick, with a nod, but of course,
you are so weak, poor soul, that you would tell everything. I now see how this man got you
into his power. Well, and why did he teach you the cipher? It seems he knew Frisco. Oh, he denied that.
I knew that was a lie, but no matter. I said that Frisco was in London, and that I should like to find
him. I wanted to know if Frisco had really killed Colonel Carr. Oh, Herrick shrugged his shoulders,
and Ron simple enough to think that Friscoe would tell you. He did tell me.
That he was innocent, of course.
Yes, that he was innocent,
but if he had told me that he was guilty,
I could not have betrayed him.
Oh, said Dr. Jim, with a sharp glance,
you are getting more mysterious every moment.
Well, so you put in that cipher, the first,
by the direction of a Mexican?
Yes, and met Frisco at High Park Corner.
I also put in the second
when I wanted to see Frisco again.
he wouldn't give me his address but said if i wanted to see him i was to communicate by the cipher i did not meet him the second time because i saw you waiting to catch us ah that was clever of you
of you too said joyce how did you learn the cipher that is my business be civil said dr jim sharply go on you saw this man you say and he told you he was innocent which is a lie i suppose you will be civil said dr jim sharply go on you saw this man you say and he told you was innocent which is a lie i suppose you
suppose Santiago saw him also.
Yes, we were all three in my flat.
Nice party, said Dr. Jim sarcastically.
And you made up this conspiracy between the lot of you?
Yes, we want it March to lose the money.
I do not see where the advantage would come in, said Dr. Jim, reflectively.
The money would go to Frisco, certainly.
But he could not benefit without running the risk of arrest.
He was not to appear at all in the matter, explained Joyce.
When the money came to him, he was to feign death, and make a will leaving the fortune to me.
I was to share it with him in Santiago.
Herrick stared.
The conspiracy was more complicated than he had thought and very cunning to.
Upon my word that is clever, he said in a tone, half of jest and half admiration.
although I do not see exactly how the law would look at the matter.
Frisco won it for murder, defying death, fortune left to you, money to be shared between the presumed corpse and two plotters left alive.
Why, it's like a melodrama.
You would have had some difficulty in proving the death of Frisco, though.
O'Santiogo was going to manage that, said Joyce, with confidence.
I'm sure he would.
even to going the length as making a real corpse of the man after the will was signed.
Joyce jumped up and began to walk up and down much agitated.
No, he said,
Bad as you think me, Herrick, I should never have consented to Frisco being put out of the way.
The death would have been proved without that.
Frisco would have received his share of the money.
He would have gone free.
I would rather die myself than anything should.
should happen to Frisco. Yes, you may look, I would. Dr. Jim shrugged his shoulders.
Your conscience has grown, very tender all of a sudden, that you should desire to shield a scoundrel.
Is Frisco a relative of yours? That you should be so careful of his skin?
Joyce dropped into his seat and looked straight at the doctor. Frisco, is my father, he said deliberately.
Dr. Jim jumped up in his turn and stared down at the pinched white face.
He could scarcely believe his ears.
Your father? he gasped.
Is this another part of your conspiracy?
It is the truth, said Joyce simply, so simply, that Herrick was convinced that for once
he was telling no lie.
When he met me and came to my flat, he told me he was my father.
I did not believe him.
but he soon convinced me by showing me my mother's letters.
Addressed to him where?
Colonel Carr's.
Oh, Herrick dropped back into his chair.
So this accounts for the annuity.
What is your father's real name?
Joyce, the same as mine.
He was Colonel Carr's cousin.
Herrick was amazed and remembered
what he had heard about the uncle of the wicked colonel.
Carr's father,
turned his son out of doors he muttered the son went to america and married he had one daughter my mother she was the carr's cousin not my father's i am getting confused murmured joyce feeling his head
in that case you are cousin to stephen marsh yes and i should have the money since my grandfather was the brother of colonel carr that is why i conspired as you called it that was why my father in santiago tried to help me get my rights what do you think of it now herrick
i think that you went the wrong way to work said jim that is if you are telling me the truth which i doubt it is the truth cried joyce clenching his fist
if you do not believe me he added listening for a moment here is one who will tell you santiago said herrick rising to be ready for emergencies yes he's coming up to stare now
at that moment there was a shrill whistle outside belcher's signal end of chapter eighteen chapter nineteen of the silver bullet by fergus hume
this librivox recording is in the public domain don manual's recollections santiago entered the room quite unsuspiciously
his step was light his eyes were bright and he had evidently been successfully plotting some new and lucrative villainy in a moment his astonished eyes lighted upon herrick standing tall and smiling on the hearth-rug
the spanish oath of the coarsest slipped from his mouth and he looked about as evil as a man can look who knows that the game is up however he was plucky enough to show fight he even attempted a bluff
what are you doing in my room signor he demanded in spanish if you don't you think we had better keep to english said herrick glanly i know you speak it so well and of course we have our mutual friend joyce to consider
you are surprised to see me natural very natural joyce sat in his chair silent and white he was too frightened to open his mouth for he knew something of don mannual's rages and dreaded to be in his chair silent and white he was too frightened to open his mouth for he knew something of don mannual's rages and dreaded to his own
at the tornado which would ensue when the mexican learned how herrick had been told everything by his weak need coadjutor for a moment santiago still in ignorance as to the true state of affairs ground his teeth
then by an effort of will he recovered his smile and to all appearances his usual temper you'll excuse me if i spoke rudely signor he said with a polite bow it is not my custom
but i am rather taken aback at meeting you here i do not remember having asked you to come that's all right replied jim cheerfully he did not sit down for santiago was still on his feet
and one can use a revolver better when standing i heard that you had been suddenly called to town yesterday i therefore made it my business to follow very kind of you said santiago slipping his hand into his breast pocket an action
which was imitated by Herrick.
But how did you find out my address?
I never gave it to you.
An oversight on your part, my dear Don Manuel, replied Jim, politely,
but watchful of the man's slightest action.
But the fact is, my friend Joyce, left the old mister yesterday, as you know.
That was after his talk with you, I believe.
I thought it was possible you might ask him to stop with you for a day or so,
in place of returning to his own home.
Therefore I telegraphed the town,
asking certain friends of mine
to keep a watch on him and you.
What am I to understand from all this, signor?
This much, that your game is up.
Joyce has told me much.
I have waited to see if you will tell me more.
Don Manuel, cast a black look at Robin,
who began the whimper.
I could not help it, he said.
It's all over.
I had to tell him.
You told him what, demanded the Mexican,
livid with rage.
All about a conspiracy, Frisco,
and a few others.
Ah.
Would you, for Don Manuel,
had whipped out his revolver,
Herrick was just as quick,
and the two men faced one another.
Robin gave a shriek like a frightened woman.
The sight was an unpleasant one.
For God's sakes, cried Joyce,
wringing his hands.
one moment before you fire signor said herrick coolly i would have you know that the firing of a single shot will bring up the police santiago dropped his revolver with a start
the police he muttered then after a pause he returned his weapon to his pocket you can do the same signor he said calmly i don't think we shall have much use for them said herrick putting away his weapon and sitting down
i think we may talk now that these preliminaries are ended will you not be seated in your manual in my own house exclaimed the spaniard between his teeth but sat nevertheless quite so i have to ask you pardon for that
but you see my friend i must stand if you do and i am tired you might use that pretty little weapon in your pocket i may do so yet said santiago with an ugly look
possibly all the same i would point out that your intention has its disadvantages in the first place i am good and a quick shot in the second as my shot or yours would summon the police you might get into trouble
the police can do nothing to me if you attempt to kill me i think they can do a lot we are not in mexico now signor santiago come let us talk sensibly
i am sure you must see that i am in a position to dictate my own terms you will not find them hard i assure you always provide it provided what
that you did not murder colonel carr if you did i fear i fear i shall be obliged to hand you over to the police we have a prejudice against people being killed in this country don manual oh curse your fine speeches growled the don
i did not kill car if that is what you are driving at he paused and cast a look at joyce i see that you have got the better of me if that white-livered cur had held his tongue however i must make the best of a bad job
come if i answer your questions freely and frankly will you promise not to inform the police of what i tell you no i can't promise that if you know where friscoll is you must tell me-i can't promise that if you know where friscoll is you must tell me
i want to have that man hanged joyce started up with a cry i'm sorry robin if he is your father but as he is a murderer also he must one moment interposed santiago coolly frisco is no murderer
indeed then as you were in possession of the pistol with which colonel carr was shot perhaps you can tell me who used it that is said herrick significantly if you did not use it yourself
I don't use weapons of that sort, said Santiago scornfully.
Besides, it was my game the frightened Carr not to kill him.
I see.
It was you who sent those warnings in Cypher.
You know that, do you?
Yes, it was I.
And to make Carr afraid.
He had few good nights after he got those warnings, I know.
They were all bluff.
So far as I was concerned, replied Santiago easily.
but had i chosen they could have been sent in deadly earnest i do not understand i do not think you will until i explain but first i must be assured of my own safety before i speak well said dr jim pulling out his pipe
it's this way you see i want to get to the bottom of this conspiracy also to learn who killed carr i could have you arrested on the charge of trying to kill marsh
here the mexican muttered a curse on robin's head and the little man winced but if you will prove to me that you did not kill carr and tell me the whole truth why i will let you go back to mexico unharmed
and if i refuse demanded don manuel in that case i'll call up the police and give you in joyce in charge for conspiracy and assault with intent to kill i did not wish to kill him protested manuel
i only wanted to prevent him going to the vault and so allow the money to pass the frisco put in herrick very clever i know all about that tell me something new
if i had only been here before you intimidated this you would have done as he has done said herrick then changing his tone he spoke sharply we are wasting time tell me all i want to know answer my questions and you shall go free save that i shall have you watched
until the true murderer of Colonel Carr has been found.
If you refuse, you shall be arrested forthwith.
And if I were to shoot you, cried Santiago savagely, half-rising.
You would be hanged, or else you would have to end your own life.
Don't I tell you the sound of the shot will bring up the men I have posted?
Santiago reflected for a moment, then took out his revolver,
and tossed it carelessly onto the table.
You are the stronger, signor, I give in.
Allow me to roll a cigarette, and I will answer all your questions.
I'm not afraid.
For I can swear by the Holy Mother that I did not kill Carr, and, added Santiago with a gay laugh,
I rather regret I did not.
Come, said Herrick, lighting his pipe, the story.
In the first place, where did you meet Colonel Carr?
In Mexico about twenty years ago.
You would not think it to look at me, but I'm not young, Senor Herrick.
Did you meet Frisco at the same time?
Joyce's father, I did.
Wait a moment, said Robin.
I wanted to tell Herrick the precise relationship between myself and Colonel Carr,
but I grew confused.
Was not my mother's niece?
I forget.
I am so muddled.
No, it is this way.
The uncle of Colonel Carr, a younger brother,
of his father was turned out of doors by the grandfather. He went to the States and married.
He died, leaving a widow and a daughter. The widow died, and the daughter married an American.
Your father was the son, and he married your mother. You are their son, therefore,
you were a kind of third or fourth cousin the car. Your father Frisco was a second cousin.
I think it is this way. But Santiago shrugged his shoulder.
your English relationships are so very confusing.
Cousins will do, said Herrick.
Did Carr know that Frisco, we will continue to call him so,
as it is rather confusing?
Did Carr, I say, know that Friscoe was his second cousin?
Yes, for that reason he allowed Mrs. Joyce an annuity of five hundred a year.
Why was it not continued to our friend here?
Don Manuel left.
I think the Colonel and Frisco had quarreled by then, and Carr had told him to look after
his own brat.
How dare you, cried Robin, jumping up.
My friend, I repeat what the Colonel said, that is all.
Herrick interposed.
Did Mrs. Joyce know that Frisco was with Carr?
Oh, dear me, no.
She thought she was a widow.
That is true, said Robin, gloomily.
My mother always said, that my father had done.
died in America. I could not believe that Frisco was my father until he convinced me.
I think we both convinced you, said the Mexican with a laugh,
but it strikes me, Dr. Herrick, that we are beginning the story at the wrong end.
Let me tell it my own way. It will be much clearer. I hope it will be true.
Oh, as to that, I have no reason to conceal anything now, said Don Manuel with a shrug.
You may as well know all.
the money is lost and i shall return to mexico as poor as i set out well tell the story in your own way growled herrick disliking the coolness of the man yet half admiring his nerve
well then said santiago placing a cigarette in his mouth and crossing his legs it is this way twenty years ago i met colonel carr he was in the war between chili and peru and a brave soldier he was in the war between chile and peru and a brave soldier he was in the war he was in the war between chile and peru and a brave soldier he was in a brave soldier he was in his own
he was, a brute also. There was nothing he would not do to get money. He had left his home a pauper,
and he swore he would go back a millionaire. But when the war was at an end, he had not got the
fortune he wanted. It was about that time that Frisco fell in with Carr. And Friscoe introduced
himself as a cousin? "'Just that,' said Santiago briskly,
they soon found out the relationship.
Joyce, I am speaking of your father, my friend.
This in an aside to Robin, Joyce came from San Francisco,
so the Colonel one day being drunk called him Frisco,
and the name stuck to him.
After that, they were what you English call pals,
and hung round Lima trying to make money.
I was in the army then, and saw much of them.
Frisco was as anxious as Carr to be rich.
He said he had left the wife and son and came.
california that was you robin put in herrick much interested yes that was robin said don mann with a sour glance at the little man whom he had not yet forgiven for his cowardly confession
well signor the two tried to make money and could not then they heard of the treasures buried by the indians when pizarro conquered peru they went off to kusko afterwards up into the mountains for some months they were
gone. One day they came back to Lima to see me, ragged and poor. They had caught an Indian who knew
of a large treasure in gold and jewels. He told them where it was hidden, and gave them a plan.
But I thought the Indians would not tell, said Herrick, who knew something of the country
of which Santiago was speaking. This one did, said the Mexican with a smile. They tortured
him with a red-hot gun barrel. Don't look so as a.
astonished, signor, Indians, are not much above the beasts, and I told you Carr was a devil.
They tortured him till he gave them the plan.
Carr was afraid of losing it, so he made Frisco tat to it on his breast, and then burnt
the original plan.
Ah, Herrick started to his feet.
I see now why Carr wanted his body watched for a year.
At the end of that time, the plan would not be recognizable.
finished Santiago quietly. Exactly so, Signor.
Carr knew from the ciphers, I sent him, that I was in the country
and would in some way try to get sight of that plan. For that, he shut himself up in the tower
and—' "'Wait a bit,' said Herrick. He built that tower when he came home ten years ago.
Your coming did not make him build it. He knew that someone would come and try to kill him,
said Don Manuel coolly,
but I am tilling the end before the beginning.
Let me go on, well, Dr. Herrick, as I said,
Colonel Carr had that plan tattooed on his breast.
He would not show it to me,
but he wanted me to join in an expedition to get the treasure.
I got the money and fitted out the expedition.
We started off to Cusco,
then up to Aparamac and on the mountains.
I told you something of this,
before, signor.
On the way, they betrayed me into the hands of some Indians, and went on themselves.
I cursed my fate when I learned their treachery.
I was held captive for two, three years.
To revenge myself on Carr, I told the Indians how he had found the treasure.
They were furious and sent out men to protect it.
But Carr fought them and got away to the coast with a quantity of jewels and gold.
He went to the States and afterwards came on to England, where he settled down at the pines.
But at Lima he was twice nearly assassinated, and he knew that the Indians had appointed
some of their more civilized countrymen to follow and kill him, and to cut the plan of the hiding
place out of his flesh.
He knew also that these appointed would follow him across the water to the ends of the earth,
But he managed to give them the slip, and never thought that in an obscure country village he
would be in danger.
All the same he built the tower, that he might keep himself safe while asleep.
"'And are you one of these emissaries?' asked Herrick.
Santiago shook his head.
"'I might have been, had I so chosen,' said he.
But I wanted to share the money myself, or at all events, a plan of the hiding-place,
that I might search for it.
How did you hear all this?
When you were a captive?
I did not then.
It was when I got back to Lima that I heard.
I could not learn where Carr had gone.
I did not know even if Carr was his real name.
I hunted for him both in North and South America.
But he had so cleverly concealed his trail
that I could not trace him.
Then I was ill for a long time
after the privations I had suffered amongst the Indians.
It was only within the last year that I had discovered the whereabouts of Carr.
I then came to England to frighten him,
so I sent those cipher warnings.
I wanted a share of the money or the plan.
Carr refused to give me either.
Ah, you saw him then?
No, he wrote me a letter, defying me to do my worst.
Of course he thought that I was one of those appointed to kill him.
him. That was why he lived in the tower, and arranged that his body should be watched after
his death. Dead or alive, you see, he was determined that I should get nothing.
You came down to Saxon to break into the vault, suggested Herrick.
No, I should have done so had I not hit upon this other plan, which you call the conspiracy.
But I thought that through this little fool. I might get the money. I deserved it.
more than Stephen Marsh.
There was a silence for a few minutes.
Santiago was regretting the downfall of his hopes.
Robin was wondering about his own future,
and Dr. Jim reflected on the strange story
which had been told to him.
Did you never go down to Saxon, he asked?
Oh, yes, signor, replied the Mexican airily,
on the night when Colonel Carr was murdered, I was at the rectory.
With Pentland Corn, said Herrick.
Then you knew him before.
I know him better than anyone in his parish knows him, said Santiago.
He's a gambler.
Often he leaves his church to come to the Pimlical Club and Gamble.
It was there that I met him.
He was a friend I spoke of when I first saw you, Senor Herrick,
the friend who told me about Colonel Carr.
As I had the secret of this Padre,
I used him as an intermediator between myself and Carr.
herrick was surprised to hear this about corn and could easily see how the unfortunate man had been kept under the thumb of this adventurer you are certainly skilful in finding tools said he dryly and with a glance at the silent joyce
so you were at the rectory on that night how can i be sure that you were not at the pines oh you went to accuse me of the murder said don manuel rather amused i assure you i did not be sure that you were not at the pines oh you want to accuse me of the murder said don manuel rather amused i assure you i did not
kill Carr. It was not my aim to do so. I wished to get the money without danger from your laws.
To be plain, Signor, I went to Pentland Corn to see if he could bribe or force Frisco,
and to betraying Carr into my hands. I came to Bealminster by a late train,
and went to Saxon by the public coach. About nine, I came to the rectory. The Reverend
Corn was out, but I waited for him.
He could not have been out, said Herrick, Mrs. Marsh, was with him, and her son had come to fetch her.
You are right, except as to the time, signor.
Mrs. Marsh had gone by nine, and her son also.
Corne came back and said that he had taken them to the public conveyance.
He was pale and looked haggard.
I told him he lied.
He lost his nerve and threw on the table a pistol.
Ha!
The pistol you gave to Joyce?
The same, replied Santiago Cooley, the weapon with which Carr was murdered.
Do you mean to say that Corn killed the Colonel?
cried Herrick, starting to his feet.
It is a lie, I do not believe it.
Then why asked me to tell you the truth?
It was Corn who killed Carr.
He was a gambler and deeply in the Colonel's debt.
Those visits he paid to the Pines were not to convert
car, as he alleged, but to gamble with him. He lost much money to Carr, the Colonel threatened,
if he did not pay to denounce him. Korn knew that he was lose his position if this was done.
He knew also that Carr was a threatened man, I had told him. It then occurred to him to kill
Carr, and he thought that the suspicion might be shifted onto those who had lost a treasure.
Thus, his secret and himself would be safe.
"'It is incredible,' said Herrick,
and even Joyce looked amazed.
"'It is true,' replied the Mexican, of course.
"'If you will not believe me, I cannot really help it.
I know that Corn is guilty.
He told me so himself, and I took from him the pistol by way of proof.
Being thus in my power, I forced him to do my bidding.
You can see now how he declared that I had not left him on the night,
Signor Marsh was assaulted.
It was I who struck him, and corned by my directions, proved the alibi.
That is the whole story, Signor.
Is there anything else you want to know?
The whereabouts of Frisco.
Ah, I can't tell you that.
Frisco trusts no one, not even me.
When Joyce or myself want to see him,
we have to put a cipher into the telegraph.
Then you must do so now, I want to see the man.
Why, he's innocent, so you say,
but I have yet to be convinced of Pentland Corn's guilt.
Joyce jumped to his feet.
I'm sure that my father is innocent, he cried,
but I will get him to see you if you like.
I think it would be better, said Herrick dryly,
and took up his hat.
One moment, signor, said Santiago quietly.
How do we stand?
i shall do nothing until i seek corn and learn if he really killed carr as you say in the meantime joyce can go back to his flat and you can remain here don manuel you are perfectly safe from the police
but you'll have us watched certainly said herrick with a nod you see i cannot trust you besides i want you to write down all you have told me and sign it i have joyce's confession i want yours
i will do so with pleasure replied the mexican after a pause i have done nothing against your law nothing except try to kill marsh oh you have promised to hold me guiltless of that true enough you are safe so far as that is concerned
there is honor amongst these and your manual have come lately so much into contact with people like you and joyce that i feel rather a bad lot myself
the mexican drew himself up and his eyes glittered signor you shall answer me for those words i'm a gentleman and i challenge you to a duel you dare not refuse
we'll see about that when this matter of carr's death is settled don manual meantime remember that every move you make i shall know of and baffle
santiago shrugged his shoulders the fine scheme has ended he said this little fool has spoiled it all i would do what you wish signor since you are too strong for me very good and joyce you must get your father to see me
if i can muttered robin with a glance of hatred you must answered herrick going to the door good-bye gentlemen i shall leave you to settle your own affairs now and he went out laughing
end of chapter nineteen chapter twenty of the silver bullet by fergus hume this lebravox recording is in the public domain reverend pentland corn
herrick did not take all that santiago had said for gospel truth the mexican was too clever and too bold a man to give in so tamely seeing what was at stake
for the moment he had recognized that he was powerless and had surrendered until such time as he could recover his position dr jim could have stopped all his machinations by having him arrested for the assault on stephen
but he did not wish to bring the police into the matter at present in the first place so many lies had been told about the case there were so many things to be explained that he was not sure of his ground
and for the sake of stephen he did not wish to create a scandal colonel carr's reputation was quite bad enough without making it worse therefore the only thing that jim could do was to have the two scamps
watched. Certainly they might warn for his go to clear out. But whatever Santiago did,
Herrick felt sure that Joyce would not counsel such a course. The little man knew well enough
that his safety depended upon Herrick and would do nothing which might jeopardize his safety.
The Mexican might plot and plan, but Joyce would certainly obey orders. Also, they could do
little if closely watched.
Herrick then gave orders to Kid and Belcher and returned the next day to Saxon.
If anything important occurs, he said to the ferret, you can wire me.
But we are in the dark protested Belcher, if you would only.
No Belcher interrupted Jim sharply.
We settled all that before.
All you have to do is to see if either of these men tries to leave the country.
or if they meet a man who looks like a sailor then you can wire me i shall come up to town at once and deal with the matter myself what might be the sailor's name it might be anything replied herrick dryly
it won't do belcher you are not to know my aims until i choose to let you know if you will not work with me on these terms just say so and i'll get some one else
i'll do whatever you like dr herrick said the ferret submissively and went away to fulfil his duties devoured with curiosity in spite of his regard for dr jim the man wanted to make money out of him
he therefore determined to learn all he could about joyce and the mexican and treat with them on his own account if he gained any knowledge likely to be useful from a blackmailing point of view
the ferret and his partner were rogues and grain they did not even keep faithful to their employer or to each other for the matter of that honor amongst thieves was not a proverb practiced in the strand office
herrick had another talk with joyce before he returned to saxon the little man had gone back to his flat having him all to himself and the yoke of don mannual being to some extent broken
Dr. Jim was able to deal more easily with him.
He promised a poor fool that if he remained faithful and did not intrigue any more with his father or the Mexican,
that he should be given a new chance of leading a clean existence.
Indeed, Herrick spoke so seriously that he reduced Joyce to tears,
and the many protestations that henceforth he would be all that was good.
It was not improbable that he would mend.
He had had a severe lesson and had narrowly escaped getting into the clutches of the law.
With a less kindly man than Herrick, his position would indeed have been a serious one.
He therefore appreciated the kindness accorded to him, or said he did,
and Jim departed satisfied that so far as Robin was concerned, he had nullified the schemes of Santiago.
In this way he hoped to take the heart out of the conspiracies.
against Stephen and Stephen's money.
The next person to deal with his corn, he said to himself,
as he got into the train.
He's another fool, if not worse, as Manuel told me.
I seem to have dealt with nothing but fools and scoundrels
ever since I started out on the unhappy walking tour.
Colonel Carr was evil in his life,
and he has left an evil influence behind him.
Later on, Dr. Jim reproached himself for blaming the walking tour.
If it had brought him into trouble, it had also given him a promise of future happiness.
But for that walk, he would never have met, Bess.
After all his anxiety in London, Herrick wanted to have a quiet hour with the girl,
who was the light of his eyes.
Jim did not call her this, for he was not a romantic person,
but he felt that he would like to be with her,
and he was anxious to know what she had discovered about the pistol.
Bess had not sent him a report as she had promised,
and Herrick concluded that she had discovered nothing worth the sending.
All the same he wished to see her at once,
but he put off the happy hour.
There was business to be done before pleasure could be taken.
It was after nine o'clock before Herrick arrived,
arrived at the Bealminster station. He had not sent for the cart, as he did not wish Stephen
to know of his arrival at present. Dr. Jim had made up his mind to call in and get the truth
out of the clergyman before returning to the pines. Therefore, determined to get his plans in thorough
order, Jim left his portmanteau at Beelminster to be sent on the next morning and himself
walked to Saxon. In due time, he arrived.
at the rectory and was shown in to the rector's study, where he found the man himself.
The Reverend Pentland looked nervous at this untimely visit, and more so, as he saw that
Dr. Jim was not an evening dress and must, therefore, have come straight from town.
Corn's conscience was uneasy, and every untold event fluttered his nerve.
However, he composed himself with a strong effort, and asked Herrick to his own own own way.
be seated.
"'You have just come from town, I see,' he observed, with a nervous glance.
"'Yes, and I want particularly to have a chat with you before going to the pines.'
And on a painful subject, Mr. Corn.'
The rector shivered, and turned even paler than usual.
Is there anything wrong, he asked faintly.
Let me know the worst at once.
"'Why should you expect any worse, Mr. Corn?'
the man shook his head and passed a handkerchief across his dry lips i want to know the worst he said again without heeding the question i can see by your face that there is something wrong which concerns me
herrick gave a short laugh upon my word you are a singularly indiscreet man mr corn he said you give yourself away right and left when i met you first of all you behaved in a foolish manner now you are very little better
you are a clergyman and a gentleman with an assured position why don't you assume the defensive and ask what i mean by such speeches as i have made as i am now making
because i would have to tell you all about myself sooner or later said corn in a low voice you are a strong man and i want to confide in someone like yourself i am not strong i was once but something happened he sighed and nodded a terrible thing happened
herrick wondered if he was about to confess to the murderer however he did not wish to hurry the confession which he saw corn was on the point of making he wondered
that such a smart and soldierly-looking man should own himself to be so weak i am quite at your service he said coldly and as for my part mr corn i do not think you have used either myself or mr marsh overwell
in what way this time corn really did look amazed you told a lie to shield don manuel it was the mexican who struck that blow at my friend and you knew it how could you a gentleman and a clergyman stoop to shield a would-be murderer
corn rose to his feet and braced himself to a great effort you are right he said frankly but i was compelled to such a course
Herrick nodded, I know. I have heard all from Santiago.
Corin recoiled. He told you? He grasped sitting down?
Yes, he told me how he held you in his power. How he forced you to lie for him.
I made him tell me the truth. Now, I wish to hear the confirmation of his story from you.
It is true, it is true, tried Corrin desperately.
If he told you that I was a gambler,
that I owed money, it is true.
I don't mean that so much, said Herrick sharply,
as to the accusation he makes against you
of having murdered Colonel Carr.
The clergyman, who had been leaning his head on his arms
in an agony of grief, looked up suddenly with a bewildered stare.
Santiago said that about me, he demanded.
It is not true.
It is the foulest lie he ever spoke, cried Corn.
with indignation.
I am bad in many ways, Dr. Herrick.
Yet I have my excuses, as you shall hear.
But as a murdering car, I did nothing of the sort.
How was it, then, that Don Manuel obtained from you the pistol
with which the crime was committed?
Corn looked round the room and went to the door.
Opening this, he looked out for a moment to see that the coast was clear.
Then he shut it, locked it, and came back to the fireplace, looking more like a ghost than ever.
I picked it up, he said in a whisper.
Yes, on the lawn of the pines.
I knew that Colonel Carr had been shot with it, but I dare not tell.
Why not?
Were you afraid of being inculpated?
No, corn hesitated and wiped his face.
I must tell you, he said, with a gasp, there is no help for it.
The secret has weighed on my soul until I can bear it no longer.
It was a woman who shot Carr.
Herrick rose slowly, hardly believe in his ears.
A woman, he echoed.
Corr nodded and whispered again.
Mrs. Marsh, he said.
That said Herrick is a lie.
It is the truth.
I swear it's the truth.
She shot Carr because he was about to disinherit her son.
if you will sit down i will tell you all i know i am glad that it has come to this panted corn wipe in his forehead i'm glad that i can tell you the secret has nearly killed me
did you tell santiago asked dr jim seated again and much bewildered no i told no one santiago on the evidence of that pistol really believed that i was guilty but it is a lot of my own but it is a lot of the evidence of that pistol really believed that i was guilty but it is a lot of my own
a lie, a lie. He used it to force me to hide his wickedness. I protested my innocence,
but he would never believe me, and that because I refused to say who was guilty.
Herk placed his hands on the shoulders of the agitated man and forced him into the chair.
Come, he said, in a more friendly tone, you are not so weak or so bad as I thought,
Korn. You took the blame on yourself. Oh, I know.
you protested your innocence to santiago still he would always think you guilty he is not the man to believe that any human being would shield another why did you shield mrs march
for her son's sake said corn and for the sake of ida endicott herick stared what has she got to do with it i love her said corn in a low voice shaded his eyes with the palm of his hand but she told me that she had to do with it i love her said corn in a low voice shaded his eyes with the palm of his hand
but she told me that her whole life was wrapped up in stephens if he knew that his mother had killed carr he is quixotic enough to throw up the whole fortune out of shame
then he would not be able to marry ida and her heart would be broken it is for this reason that i held my peace yet you let stephen be assaulted said herrick his death would have ruined the life of ida just the same
i did not know about the assault until after it was committed said corin quickly then santiago but i cannot tell you the story in scraps like this better let me tell you all about myself and what led to my present weakness then
you will appreciate what i have gone through herrick nodded it is best so go on you can safely confide in me corn i only retain the right to use such information
as may clear up the mystery of this murder.
Corn sees his arm.
You will not tell about Mrs. Marsh, he panted.
Not without consulting you,
be certain, Corn, that I am too true a friend to Stephen
to do anything harmful to him.
But there is much at stake,
and I must be allowed to use my own judgment.
You can rely on me.
I am sure of that, said the clergyman in admiration,
you are a strong-willed man.
I was strong myself once in a way.
But my crime—crime, I thought you had not killed Carr.
No, said Corn in a low voice, but I have the blood of a fellow creature on my hands for all that,
and he buried his face in his hands.
I judged no man, said Herrick, after a pause,
but do not tell me anything that may render it difficult for me to keep sacred.
for me to keep sacred your confidence.
Oh, there's nothing you need, fear from that, replied Korn drearily.
It wasn't accident.
Wait till I recover myself.
The man took a turn up and down the room.
After five minutes, he resumed his seat and spoke composedly.
My name is not corn, he began.
Langham is my name, Francis Langman.
I was in the army.
So Bessendikot said.
nodded Herrick.
Horn smiled faintly.
Yes, I let that slip one day
when she was talking to my looking
like a soldier, but she
does not know my real name.
No one does, save the bishop
who gave me this living.
Ah, he was a good man.
He's dead now.
I have to thank him for saving
my reason and my life.
How was that? asked Herrick,
settling himself.
I was quartered in the
the West Indy, said Corn after a pause, and I there had a friend, who joined about the same time
as I did.
I need not tell you his name or the number of my regiment.
All you need know is the simple story of my misery.
My friend and I were always together.
They called us David and Jonathan in the regiment.
Well, here, Corn, nerved himself to a tremendous effort.
We were out shooting ducks.
we were parted amongst the reeds on the border of the lake i thought i saw the brown back of a duck through some reeds without thinking i fired and i killed my friend oh my god
when the man's head went down on the table herrick clasped him by the shoulder he was profoundly moved by their miserable story and could well understand how once a strong man had been changed by this tragic
deed into a weak, tremulous creature. He did not say a word of comfort. It would have been useless.
After a time, Corden recovered himself and continued in a dull, hard voice. There was an inquiry
I was exonerated from all blame, but I knew that I had killed my friend, that I had the blood
of a fellow creature on my hands. I left my regiment and sent in my papers. Under another name, I
returned to England. All my relations were dead, save my uncle the bishop. He tried to calm me.
I would not be calm. I would have committed suicide, but I felt that it was my duty to suffer for my crime.
Not a crime, interposed Herrick gently, an accident. Yes, it was, yet. I can't help. But no matter,
I took the gambling to drown my remorse and grief. I had never touched cards before. I had never touched cards
before. They became a passion with me. Other men take to drink. I took cards, but all in vain.
When the excitement of the game was over in the morning, then my misery came back. I went to my uncle.
He implored me to find peace in the bosom of the church, for he did not look upon me as the
guilty wretch I was. I consented. As Pentland corn, I studied for the church. I became a priest
a curate, and worked in the slums of the East End.
I left off gambling and felt more at ease, thinking I was expiating my folly.
In an evil hour, after years of hard work, my uncle gave me this living.
I took it shortly afterwards he died.
Then I realized the folly of accepting a charge where I had time to brood.
The past came back to me, and I took to gambling again.
that was weak corn said herrick decisively i know it was but i was in a manner driven to it there was little work to do here society had no attractions for me then i had long long hours of agony i wanted to forget the past
you should have gone back to the east end corn nodded i should have done many things he said bitterly but that accident had taken all the manhood out of me
I drifted, drifted.
Well, to make a long story short,
I took the going away to London at times
to indulge in gambling and forget my sorrow.
I know, and you went to that club in Pimlico.
I did, Santiago, told you that, I suppose.
I met him there,
in an incautious moment I told him about Colonel Carr.
Then I heard of the grudge he bore against him.
Do you know the story of that expedition?
addition, most of it, I warned Colonel Carr against his enemy, he laughed, feeling safe in his
tower. Then learning that I was fond of cards, Carr made me play with him. It was said I went
to the pines to convert the man. It was to gamble, so low had I sunk. Herrick shook his head,
but he was so sorry for the man that he could not blame him for his folly. Corn resumed.
night after night I gambled there also I went to London and met Don Manuel at the Pimlico Club.
So life went on, and now for the story of that night.
Here Corn drew his chair closer to that of his listener, and continued his revelation in a whisper.
I knew Mrs. Marsh very well and saw much of her, he said.
She was a very violent and terrible woman.
I know that, said Herrick, remember.
remembering his own experiences.
Oftentimes, I tried to check her wrath.
She would call and see Carr, and they always fought when they met.
I think Carr enjoyed tormenting her, for he never forbade her visits.
He was a wicked man, Herrick.
One of the worst judging from his reputation.
Yet he had his good points.
He helped me with money to pay my gambling debts, not twice, but thrice.
Did he know your story?
No, I could not tell it to him.
He would only have laughed at my remorse.
It wouldn't have seemed foolish to him.
He thought that I was simply a profligate clergyman,
and liked me for that very reason.
Oh, I do not defend myself, Herrick.
I sank low, very low,
but my excuse must be the sorrow of my life.
It took all the courage and self-respect out of me.
but after this I shall give up this charge and return to the east end.
There I will work hard and forget my folly, my sorrow.
The gambling will lose its hold over me, then.
I think you will be wise. Go on.
Well, on that day of the murder, Mrs. Marsh came to me in a rage.
She had heard through Frisco, he had spoken in one of his drunken fits,
that Carr was going to disinherit her son.
She went to see him from this house, I tried to stop her, but she would go.
They had a furious quarrel in the afternoon, and Mrs. Marsh swore that she would kill Carr
if he disinherited Stephen.
She did not kill him in the afternoon, no, because he was alive after five o'clock.
Someone saw him at the window of the tower.
Well, Mrs. Marsh dined with me.
After dinner, she worked herself into a rain.
age. Carr had laughed at her on that afternoon, and had said that he would do what he liked
with his money. In fact, from all she told me, he treated her like a brute. He was one, you know,
Herrick, and Jim nodded, remembering the torture of the Indian. Stephen was to come for her,
said the rector, wearily. The telling of his story fatigued him. Somewhere about nine
o'clock she was to meet him at the car arms and take the bus back to beaumminster after eight she went out it was so early that i wanted to stop her she refused at nine stephen arrived he could not find his mother
she was not at the car arms i then guessed that she had gone to see car again in my fear lest she might do something dreadful i blurted out my suspicions at once stephen understood that she had gone to see car again in my fear lest she might do something dreadful i blurted out my suspicions at once stephen understood
what I meant. He went himself to the pines. I waited for some time. Then I was in such a state
that I followed. The house was all ablaze, but I heard nothing. This was about half-past nine
or a quarter to ten. I went up as far as the door. On the steps, I picked up that pistol,
which I guessed had been used by Mrs. Marsh. I slipped it into my pocket, then I returned home.
I also went to the car arms and learned that Stephen and his mother had caught the bus some time after nine o'clock.
I tried to think that Mrs. Marsh had not shot the man.
I returned here to think it out.
Santiago was waiting for me.
He had come by the last bus from Beominster and had been waiting since nine.
In fact, he came just after I went after Stephen.
It was really a quarter past nine when he came.
do you think he had been to the pines asked herrick keenly i do not know but you can learn that from the busman who drove him here i did not inquire myself he had come to get me to take him to see car i refused and without thinking
i threw the pistol on the table i was much agitated and he saw that he got out of me that i had been to the pines after looking at the first of the pistol on the table i was much agitated and he saw that he got out of me that i had been to the pines
after looking at the pistol he said he would go to the pines himself i refused to let him go after a time i gave him some money and persuaded him to go i drove him to heathcroft station in my cart he took the pistol with him i did not notice that he had done so
in a day or so when the murder became known he wrote and accused me of being the criminal i denied it but he had read the report of the death
and how the wound had been inflicted by an old-fashioned weapon when he came here with joyce he insisted that i was guilty i said that i was not
but would say nothing about mrs marsh it was this knowledge that he used to make me hold my tongue about the assault on stephen what could i do herrick said corn piteously appearances were against me santiago could prove that i had the pistol
i had been to the pines and i owed colonel carr money also there was my own story had i been arrested all would have come out no i had to do what santiago told me
m said jim i can see your dilemma and what about mrs marsh did stephen suspect her no he told me that he had gone to the pines looked at the house he saw nothing and heard nothing he therefore returned to the car arms and found his mother waiting for him
she said that he had missed her and evidently invented a story which satisfied him no herick i do not think step-in suspected his stepmother but-and he had missed her and evidently invented a story which satisfied him no herick i do not think step-spected his stepmother
but she shot the colonel, I am sure.
She left by house in a rage,
and she several times threatened to kill him.
Then she was not at the car arms.
After nine, the man was shot.
Herrick nodded.
Did you ask Mrs. Marsh to explain?
No.
She fell ill, if you remember, and took to her bed.
I could not bring myself to see her.
I therefore held my tongue.
And I should have continued to do so,
but that Don Manuel threatened me.
Therefore I determined to tell you all when I could.
What you heard from him is in the main true.
But I did not kill Carr.
The blood of one human being on my hands is enough.
Do you despise me, Eric?
Dr. Jim rose and took the hand of the unhappy man.
My friend, I pity you from the bottom of my soul.
If you had only found someone to advise you,
all this trouble would not have occurred.
That is true, but my uncle, who knew the story of my misery, was dead.
I shrank from telling anyone.
But when I got to know you and saw how strong and self-reliant you were,
and recognized all the goodness of your heart, I felt,
that I could safely confide in you.
You will not tell anyone what I have told you.
Need you ask me that, said Herrick, with a hearty shake of the hand.
Of course your secret is safe.
with me. And about Mrs. Marsh? I shall see into that, said Herrick gravely. Remember Santiago is a
dangerous man. I do not know what trouble he may yet cause. If necessary, I must use what you
have told me about the crime. But you may be sure that for Stephen's sake and for yours I shall be
circumspect in my dealings with the matter. As for you, my friend, wait here until this mystery
is quite solved, then go back to the East End or to the wildlands as a missionary.
Yes, said Corn with a sigh, I know, only of that way shall I find rest.
The two men shook hands and parted very good friends.
Corrin returned to his study intensely relieved by the sympathy and by the fact
they had someone to share his secret.
Herrick walked home to the pines, wondering at the perplexity of the case.
he thought less of corn than of Mrs. Marsh.
Suddenly he stopped.
I see, he said to himself,
this was why Mrs. Marsh poisoned herself
with an overdose of chloral, poor woman.
End of Chapter 20.
Chapter 21 of the Silver Bullet by Fergus Hume.
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Another mystery.
The first thing that's...
struck Dr. Jim the next day, was an alteration in the demeanor of his friend.
When Herrick arrived at the pines, after his visit to Corn, the squire had already retired to bed,
and was asleep, so the servant said. Not wishing to disturb him, Jim had supper all to himself,
and went to his own room after a brisk walk on the terrace. It struck him as curious that Stephen
did not come down to breakfast the next morning, as he was now comparatively well.
I'm asking for the squire he was informed that Marsh Carr had gone out for a walk.
Herrick, therefore, had another lonely meal, wondering the while what had taken Stephen out so early.
The young man did not return to late in the afternoon, and then excused himself by stating
that he had been to see Petronella at Beominster.
She is still in that dull house, said Marshcar, gloomily,
although I think she is tired of it and wants to go to her own country,
but she refuses to go all the same.
What is her reason? asked Herrick sharply.
I can't get it out of her.
She says my mother left a message with her.
For you, I suppose, well, why doesn't she deliver it,
and get away the message is for you herrick jim stared for me he cried why what possible message can your poor mother have left for me
i really do not know replied stephen indifferently you had better see petronella and ask her she is looking very ill and if she stays much longer in that damp house she will die all right replied herick coolly i'll look her up sometime
I dare say the message is only one asking me to look after you."
So Dr. Jim said, but in his heart he was wondering if the dead woman had left behind her
any confession of her crime.
She might have done so, yet, if she had poisoned herself to escape the consequences,
it would have been foolish of her to incriminate herself.
Herrick resolved to see Petronella at the first opportunity and learned that she was
learn what it was that she had to tell him if there were any really important message it was strange that the old italian had not delivered it long ago
he had seen her frequently and there had been ample opportunity for her to fulfill her mistress's dying wish however herick put this out of his mind for the moment and turned his attention to stephen you are not looking well steve he said gravely your faces won
you have dark rings round your eyes and a haggard look as though you had not slept all night i am not yet quite myself said marsh carr in a far more irritable tone than herrick had ever heard him used before
i can see that and being someone else has not improved your temper i hope i have not offended you by going to town steve certainly not how can you think so well said dr jim looking at him
it struck me that you have been trying to avoid me lately. If you are tired of me, Steve,
you need only say so, and I'll pack up and go. No, I'm hanged if you will, said the squire vigorously.
I can't do without you. I have been worried a trifle, and it has told on my present state of health.
I'll be all right in a day or so. Is there anything I can help you with? No, it is a private matter
and concerns myself only.
In the face of this intimation,
Herrick could not press his inquiries
and began to speak on other subjects,
Stephen, replying, more or less, absently.
As soon as he could, he withdrew to his own room,
saying he wanted to lie down.
Herrick did not seek to detain him,
but shook his head.
Something is wrong,
and he won't tell me what it is, he thought.
I wonder if something.
santiago has been tampering with him in any way perhaps bess may know the reasons for this change i'll see her at once but the extraordinary thing was that he found bess changed also
he had left her bright and merry anxious to probe the secret of colonel carr's death he returned to find her nervous ill at ease and disinclined to continue her detective investigations
i don't think we shall arrive at anything she said when harrick pressed her i spoke to inspector bridge and he can do nothing he's a professional and if he fails how can we hope to succeed
inspector bridge is a conceited ass replied dr jim gravely he knows absolutely nothing i know more than he does
did you see the mexican and mr joyce asked bess i saw them and i spoke to them and i have found out something which i need not tell you just now it would be useless to do so i must search out the matter for myself and when i succeed you shall know
best sighed i do not mind in the least she said mournfully i have ceased to take an interest in the matter if frisco did not kill colonel carr i do not know who did
you are changeable like all women said dr jim rather puzzled by her attitude yet never guessing its cause by the way did you find out anything about that pistol yes bess thought she might as well tell him
as he would certainly learn the truth sooner or later from bridge the bullet fits the barrel i thought so said jim it is the weapon which was used yes answered bess then after a pause i made another discovery
oh you did and about what my dear the bullet which was used it is of silver of silver what do you mean isn't it lead
bess laughed rather irritably if it was of lead how could it be silver she asked and then went on to tell how the jeweler had examined the missile isn't it curious she said
herrick nodded absently his eyes were fixed on the ground and he was trying to think of the reason mrs marsh could have had for using so expensive a bullet certainly the weapon was old-fashioned and she would have had to have to manufacture
the bullets for herself, but why use silver in preference to lead or pewter?
In an ordinary household the supply of the last two medals was likely to be more plentiful
than the first. This was a problem, but one of so trifling a nature that Herrick
dismissed it almost immediately. He turned his attention to Bess. What have you and
Stephen been doing with yourselves? he asked.
bess started violently and changed color at once nothing jim she said stiffly why do you ask well you both look ill stephen is avoiding me and you are as silent as an owl
not so stupid i hope said bess with a laugh at this moment ida entered the room and nothing more was said but ida also complained of stephen's health
i wish you would make him stay in bed dr jim she said i am certain that he has got up too soon and is not strong enough to go about look how pale he is and silent i can't get a word out of him
herrick nodded i'm not pleased myself ida this comes of my running away to town i'll exert my authority he spoke to stephen and urged him to lie up for a few days the young man obeyed meekly enough and this very meekness made herrick uneasy
he would rather that stephen had shown fight but the squire remained in bed took what was given him and hardly ever opened his mouth ida was in despair harrick was puzzled and the two met to discuss the situation
when did he change like this asked dr jim i think it was a day after you left replied ida tearfully i went to bea amister to see floe and left him quite bright when i met him again he was dull and quiet and white
yet best with him while i was away so he should not have missed me so much oh said jim with sudden interest so best was with him was she
it strikes me that bess herself is not so bright as she might be indeed you are right there said miss endicott she is sad and silent just like stephen or else she is so gay that i think she is too excited
she cries for the least thing and laughs without any cause m sounds like hysteria to me yet bess is not given that way
of course not said ida repelling the suggestion hastily she is a strong healthy sensible girl and above such weakness but as you say she and stephen have both changed i think
here ida hesitated and looked down it amazed herrick when she looked up to see her eyes were filled with tears he could not understand it at all my dear girl what is the matter he exclaimed iraq and she looked up to see her eyes were filled with tears
he could not understand it at all my dear girl what is the matter he exclaimed irritably are you ill also the devil has broken loose here since my departure
i can't help it sobbed ida i thought that bess and stephen might might like one another of course they do ida why shouldn't they
you don't understand what i mean i wonder if they were in love with one another and regret their engagements herrick burst into such a hearty fit of laughter that she was cheered i never heard such nonsense in my life he said
where is your woman's wit ida why best loves me devotedly i am certain as for stephen he adores the very ground you walk on no it is not that but dear girl
then what can it be asked ida drying her tears i shall question bess until i find out said herrick grimly you have no idea how i can torture people with cross-examination
true to his idea dr jim sought out bess he came across her in the pine-wood beside the fairy circle her eyes were cast on the ground and she looked despondent
when she saw herrick she made as if to go away dr jim felt wounded bess don't you want to see me of course i do she said brightly only i'm not very well
neither is stephen said dr jim and he saw by her start that the remark made her nervous have you two quarreled no we have not we are great friends are you in love with one another then
bess grew crimson and stamped how dare you say such a thing as that even in jest she said what would ida say if she heard it
it was ida's own idea replied herrick with a smile seeing you too so glum she fancied that you regretted your engagements and wanted to marry one another just say if this is the case bess and ida and i will console each other that would be only fair you know
the first smile that herrick had seen on her face since his return dimpled the cheek of beth's i never heard such nonsense i like stephen but you are the man i love you stupid jim you know that
i'm not quite sure if i do said jim gravely in love there should be complete confidence surely there is between us said bess nervously
you can't look me in the face and repeat that bess made the attempt and failed it is nothing she said obstinately there is something however said dr jim sternly you and stephen have some secret between you which is making you both ill what is it
i can't tell you jim then there is a secret i won't be questioned like this cried bess with angry evasion
herrick took the girl by the arm and forced her to look into his face my dear girl he said i am to be your husband and you must obey and consult me in all things if you are playing with fire i must know do you not trust me bess
yes but the secret is not my own in that case i won't press you for an explanation he said relaxing his grip you are a foolish girl to have any secrets from one
you are a foolish girl to have any secrets from one who loves you but i suppose you have given your word not to tell yes i cannot break my word
harrick nodded i do not ask you to the secret of stephen shall be respected i do not even ask if it has to do with the murder of his uncle there is no need to ask
best looked at him irresolutely her face scarlet then without a word she went slowly away herick looked after her and nodded to himself
i believe she has found out something about mrs marsh and has told stephen that would account for their melancholy and for the secret which she says exists between them i shall ask stephen
that same afternoon herrick went back to the pines and into the bedroom of marsh car the young man was lying staring at the ceiling he seemed blissless and worn out
when jim entered he turned his face toward the wall so as to avoid his friend's eyes herrick pretended to take no notice although he was cut to the heart by the avoidance of his gaze he was very fond of stephen and mourned over this
thing which had come between them. However, it was necessary to take extreme measures if this
situation was to be improved. Steve, said Herrick, formulating a plan, I can't eat alone
any longer. You must come down to dinner tonight. I can't, said Stephen, in a muffled tone.
I'm too ill. I know you are. Life and brightness and my society are what you need. I was wrong
to send you to bed as your doctor, I now order you to get up.
Stephen turns sulky.
I don't want to.
You do not know what is good for you, my friend, said Herrick, coolly.
I shall expect to find you dressed and down to dinner at eight.
After a good meal, you will be more like your old self.
In this way, after much coaxing, scolding, ordering and threatening Jim got the young man to get up and dress.
Marsh Carr did so reluctantly enough, for he was desperately afraid of betraying the secret
he had told Bess.
To the sharp eyes of Herrick, however, he was really tired himself of being alone.
This seclusion could not be kept up forever, and it was as well to make a beginning
and get back into the old routine.
He therefore dressed with some care after a bath and came down into the drawing-room,
looking much better.
Herrick was standing on the hearth-rug,
big and masterful.
Here you are at last, he said,
just in time for a glass of sherry.
Stephen protested, but Herrick insisted.
You want something to make you eat
after being in bed all day.
This sherry and bitters will do for a medicine.
I want you to eat and drink well tonight, Steve.
You must get color into your cheeks
and fire into your eye.
what will i to say if i attend to you so badly stephen drank the sherry and felt better then they went to eat a capital dinner and dr jim saw that his friend tasted every dish
he also made him drink champagne and talked the whole time in a lively way that was infectious by the time dinner was over stephen felt positively happy then came cigars coffee and cognac in the light of the last night that was infectious by the time dinner was over stephen felt positively happy
then came cigars coffee and cognac in the library now steve don't you feel better said herrick when they were seated vis-a-vis beside a blazing fire
yes replied the squire and looking round the gorgeously colored room at the evidence of wealth and luxuries spread out on every hand i feel immensely better i suppose i shall pick up soon
if you follow the advice i shall leave you with i think you will said herrick with intention and stared at the fire what do you mean jim you don't intend to ah but i do though steve i cannot stay with any one who does not trust me wholly i want to be your friend
your stepmother asked me to look after you i promised to do what i could but unless you give me your unreserved confidence it is useless for me to remain
stephen rose agitated and began the pace of room i trust you in every way jim you know i do i know nothing of the sort steve you trust best though ah she has told you cried marsh car angrily
no she has told me nothing but i'm not a fool steve and i have eyes in my head i saw that she was as sad as you and by putting two and two together
i became certain that there was something between you to make both sad best would not tell me anything nor did i ask her she is a loyal little woman still from her manner i guessed there was a secret i am certain added herrick looking steadily at his friend
friend, that such a secret can only have to do with the death of your uncle.
Now, as I'm looking after this case, you must tell me what you know.
If you do not, I shall throw up the matter and leave you.
I must be trusted all in all, or not at all, my friend.
While Herrick was speaking, Stephen had sat down.
He changed from red to white, from white to red again, and his breathing became short
and hard. He saw that Herrick was in earnest, and that he would either have to tell or lose his friend.
In a tumult of anxiety he rose again, and began to pace the room.
You put me to a hard test, he cried. Perhaps I do, replied Dr. Jim calmly, but it is to prove your
friendship and your manhood. Tell me the truth. You will despise me if I do, said Marsh Carr,
thoughtlessly, and regretted the words almost as soon as I had left his mouth.
Herrick appeared unmoved, although he was inwardly surprised.
I do not think anything you could say or do would make me despise you, he said, in his
calmest tone.
I know you too well to think you would do anything dishonorable.
Come, what is it?
But Stephen still remains silent, his eyes on the ground.
He was debating.
whether he would go on or not herrick saw his hesitation and guessed its cause you have got over the worst now he said soothingly come along steve sit down and tell me
no replied stephen hoarsely i prefer to stand up then suddenly it was i who fired those three shots into the body of my uncle was it said herrick quietly and why did you do that because i was mad at the time
had you not better tell me the whole affair then i shall be in a position the judge of your madness stephen was amazed at the calm way in which his friend took the intelligence however had gone so far that there was nothing left to do but to confess all as he had confessed to beth
in a hurried manner the young man repeated the tale and informed herrick how best had found out the truth by means of the revolver and now you must despise me with his final remark he sunk into his chair with a groan
herrick paused for a moment to think then he carefully lighted his pipe i do not despise you by any manner of means he said calmly but i must admit that i think you are quixotic
the word to stephen's mind was so inapplicable to the situation that he looked up astonished scarcely believe in his ears quixotic he repeated i do not quite see
well said herrick nodding you see mrs marsh is dead so no harm can be done to her it is good of you to screen her memory stop stop what do you mean herrick cried the squire much agitated
i mean that you have taken this guilt on your head to screen your stepmother's memory stepmother's memory stephen paused then he looked up resolutely yes he said i may tell you if i tell no one else
it was my mother who fired those shots best found out about my pistol which my mother used so i took the blame on myself you chivalrous ass said herrick with a growl and you've been fretting over this why did you save time
him by telling me before.
I thought, I thought.
Never mind what you thought.
After you came to seek your mother at the rectory,
you did not find her.
What did you do?
Stephen stared.
How do you know that I did not find her there?
He asked.
I know more than you think.
Tell me all that you saw.
I saw nothing, replied Stephen.
Corn said that my mother had gone to the car arms.
I could not find it.
her there, I fancied in one of her rages, she might have gone up to the pines. I went there
but saw nothing. Then I came back to the Carr arms, and found my mother, she said I had
missed her. I thought she spoke the truth. I never questioned her, even after I heard of
Carr's death. It never entered my head that she had killed the man. Then how did you guess?
It came into my head like a flash when Bess said that Marie's
revolver was empty in three chambers. I was certain that when I put it away, the whole six
were loaded. Even as best spoke it entered my mind, that my mother must have taken the revolver
and have gone up after she left the rectory a second time to threaten the colonel.
She must have found him dead, and then have fired the three shots into his body. Then she
replaced the revolver. I never thought of looking at it. It was brought in. It was brought
here along with some other things, and it was only when best.
I see, nodded Dr. Jim, and look here, Steve.
Had your mother another pistol an old-fashioned horse pistol?
No, I'm sure she had not, at least.
I never saw her with one.
It was with such a pistol that car was shot.
Good heavens, Herrick, you do not mean to say that my mother killed the man?
Well, I've heard your account, and I've heard the account of corn.
I don't know how to reconcile the two.
Corn, Corn, the Rector?
What is he to do with it?
A good deal, so of Joyce and Santiago and others.
See here, Steve, I've been searching for evidence in this case for a long time.
To spare you, I said nothing.
But now that your stepmother has been brought into the matter, it is but right you should know.
Sit down, I will tell you a long and interesting story.
rather dazed Stephen did as he was told.
Then Dr. Jim related all that he had learned,
bringing the narrative down to the end of his interview
with the Reverend Pentland Corn.
Now, what do you think, he asked,
when the whole story was told?
I do not know what to think, my mother.
I can't believe that she would.
Would?
It does seem strange, said Herrick.
But I tell you what?
It is my opinion that this,
message Petronella will deliver, will tell the truth.
End of Chapter 21.
Chapter 22 of the Silver Bullet by Fergus Hewn.
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A message from the dead.
The old Italian woman looked very ill.
Her form was shrunken.
Her face thin and white.
Her eyes unnaturally large.
Evidently the misty climate of the midlands.
chilled her to the bone.
She had developed a hacking cough and shook with the ague when the east wind tormented
Bealminster.
Herrick was shocked at the change which had taken place in her appearance during these few
short weeks.
Apparently Petronella was not long for this world.
But the near approach of death did not appall her.
She was terribly lonely now that her mistress was gone.
signor d'orctori she croaked when herrick made his appearance you have come to see me that is good but you will not cure me no i am dead signor deal meo what does it matter she ended with a characteristic shrug punctuated with a cough
indeed you do look ill petronella said dr jim sympathetically i must ask the squire to send over someone to look after you
no replied the old woman obstinately i am well here and it will not be long signor soon i shall be in my beautiful italy at least come over to the pines petronella you will be better attended to there and it is warmer
but petronella crossed herself with pious horror go to that devil casa seor not me he had the evil eye that man who died see signor see signor see signor he had the evil eye that man who died see signor
I went one day with Medrona, and he swore at me.
I had an accident the next day.
Cospeto, a jitura, that's ignore.
But come in, come in, signor,
this is the best room she led Herrick
into what once had been the drawing-room.
Ah, be sure di chiante, signor?
Signor, signor.
Signor Stephen sent me some quixonte.
No thank you, Petronella, replied Herrienne.
eric sitting down on a dusty seat i want to have a chat with you we will talk in your own language if you like ah no signor i speak the english well thanks be to the saints my padrona was fond of speaking the english so we will talk signor d'artory
herrick acquiesced with a shrug he was quite prepared to talk any language she chose provided he got what he wanted he was not very certain how to go about the matter petronella was a shy bird and inclined to be obstinate
he felt his way in a roundabout fashion so as a taker by surprise you'll be glad to get back to italy petronella
see see to the little town by the adriatic there i was born signor and there i will die if i die not here ah
you are in pain i fear petronella shrugged her lean shoulders i'm always in pain she said my legs and body all pain but the padrona left me something to take thanks be to her
provere signora and the pain goes not chloral i hope see signor a little bottle of chloral i take not much only when i am bad sabed then the pain goes
be careful what you do petronella remember your mistress died from taking too much i shall be careful muttered the old woman ah diomio what does it matter if i die all alone in this big house
and signor stephano away you saw him the other day he told me said dr jim carefully approaching his business he told me you had some message for me
petrinella nodded and screwed up her thin lips only when he is in danger signor not now he is too well what do you mean petronella asked herrick puzzled by her nods signor doctori said petronella standing very straight
my pedrona before she died called to me she gave me a large letter and told me to give it to the signor d'artorino was in danger
oh harrick's eyes flashed he had always wondered how it was that mrs marsh had died without making any sign after the conversation she had had with him he quite expected that she would have left him a farewell message
it appeared that she had done so but that the letter had been withheld by petronella according to instructions when did she write this petronella you said nothing about it at the time
no i did what i was told to do signor echo signor d'artore it was in this way after my madrona got the letter from the postman in the middle of the day she was very angry and afraid
afraid why was she afraid chilosa shrugged petronella she said nothing to me but she told me to bring pen and ink and paper all the afternoon she was writing ah
how she did write.
Then she put all the writing into an envelope,
Signor, and wrote our name on it.
She told me to give it to the Signor Doctory
when Signor Stefano was in danger.
She said that Signor Doctore was a good man.
I give it to you, Signore, but not now.
No, and Petronella, closing her mouth firmly,
shook her aged head.
I think you had better give it to me this very minute,
Petronella, said Herrick Rine.
for Signor Stefano is in very great danger indeed.
As how, Signor Doctore, he may be accused of murder in his uncle, Colonel Carr.
Ah, Diomio, Crode the old woman, did I not say that the dead man had the evil eye?
Did I not tell the signora that evil would come to the young Signore from his death?
she caught herrick's arm and fixed her glittering eyes on his face you swear to me that this is true what you say signor stephano is in danger ah ah
i swear he is petronella replied herrick earnestly and this packet you talk of may save him ah see well do i know signor doctori that is so my padrona said that it told how the danger could be set aside
You understand?
In this letter,
Signor, there is a strange story.
Do you know what it is, Petronella?
No, Signor,
Padrona did not tell me,
but she said it was a strange story,
and to be read when my young Signor
was in danger.
I will go and bring it.
La, la, la.
It is danger, dear, meo,
that wicked Signor, who is dead.
Burbante,
Ladroni, the evil eye, the evil eye.
Coughing as she went, the old woman hobbled out of the room.
Dr. Jim sat still wondering if he was about to learn the truth at last.
If Pentland Corn was to be believed, Mrs. Marsh had been at the pines about the hour
when the crime had been committed.
Herrick did not now believe that she had killed the man herself, as she had been possessed
of the modern revolver, with which the three shots had been fired.
It was impossible to imagine that she had fired one shot with an old-fashioned weapon
and had then reverted to the use of the new revolver.
No, the first shot, the death shot, had been fired by someone else, possibly by Frisco.
Mrs. Marsh had met the assassin in the house, but for reasons of her own had not divulged the name.
Also judging from her conversation, she had known a great deal about Carr and Frisco, especially
about the latter, seeing that she had warned Jim that Frisco might attempt to kill Stephen.
As a matter of fact, although the man had not struck the blow himself, he had guided the hand
of Santiago to strike it.
Herrick wondered if Mrs. Marsh would say anything about the Mexican.
At all events, I shall know the truth.
at last, he said. After reading this letter, the mystery will be one no longer. But why did Mrs. Marsh
delay such important information all this time? This was a question he could not answer.
He was still puzzling over it when Petronella entered the room, carrying a large blue envelope,
sealed with the car crest. This she handed the herrick with much ceremony.
There is my trust, signor, she croaked.
Bear witness by all the saints that I gave it only when the young signor was in danger.
That is all right, Petronella.
I shall read it here.
Will you stay?
No, signor, doctori.
I do not want to hear the secrets of my padrona.
I go to make myself a meal, signor.
You stay here and read.
A glass of wine, signor, signor, doctori.
Ah?
For the more di dieu, an bichurra di Chianti,
Herrick politely refused the attention,
and Petronella went grumbling out of the room.
She was a hospitable, old soul, and liked the doctor.
When he was alone in that dismal deserted apartment,
he drew up his chair close to the window and opened the envelope.
Five or six sheets of closely written paper fell out,
also a typewritten letter.
after a glance at this last dr jim smoothed out the paper and began to read the story as it might be called commenced abruptly this impetuosity was extremely characteristic of mrs marsh
after a glance round the room dr jim settled to read the manuscript was as follows i am a wicked woman and an evil woman there you see mr herrick i place my character before you in the first line
i know you are no fool or i should not make such a confession but when you read these pages i shall be in my grave so what you say or think does not matter
if these pages are made public there will be blame enough from other people to save my boy they must be made public i can foresee that he will be accused of the murder of that beast car
i swear that he is innocent he knows nothing from the grave i send out my voice to defend him and you are a clever man harrick the defence of my poor boy i confide to you
if you do not do your best i swear to haunt you if it be possible for the dead to return but after all you are too sensible to be frightened by this talk
let me get to the facts of the case those will interest you more than the ravings of a dying woman so i begin i have said that colonel carr was a beast i repeated he was a cruel tiger rolling in wealth he refused to give me any money
yet he knew that I was accustomed to luxury, and that Stephen was his nephew.
No wonder I hated the man.
Again and again I implored him, almost on my knees, to allow me sufficient to live on.
He always refused, with his sneering laugh.
Often I wonder that I did not kill him.
Yet he had one good point.
He had loved his sister, and out of love for her memory he made Stephen his heir.
he also caused him to be educated but when that was done he refused to allow him an income to live like a gentleman i hated carr for that even if he had not allowed me money still his own sister's child should not have felt the pinch of poverty
i love stephen he is a very kind good boy and has put up with my vile temper all these years now that he is rich i hope he will marry ida
if she does not prefer you and i do not think that as likely and live the happy life of a country gentleman my blessings on them both to come to the point which i know you want to reach
on the night of carr's murder i was at the rectory it came to my ears through some words dropped by frisco when he was intoxicated that car intended to disinherit my son whom he intended to favor i do not know nor do not know nor do that he intended to favor i do not know nor do
I care. But I could not stand meekly by and see the lad robbed of what was righteously
his own. I went into Saxon that afternoon to see Carr and to remonstrate against
his committing the monstrous injustice he had contemplated. He saw me with the greatest
coolness and behaved quite in accordance with his character. In vain did I point out that
Stephen was the sole living representative of his blood.
and was entitled by law to the property.
Carr said that he had another relative living.
A cousin descended from an uncle of his
who had been turned out of doors by his grandfather.
This uncle had married in America
and had died leaving a daughter who married a Yankee.
It was the son of this daughter
to whom Carr referred as his cousin.
Furthermore, he declared that his cousin had a son
about the age of my Stephen.
I asked him if he intended to leave the property to this cousin and his brat.
But this he denied, he said,
that he had made the money himself and would leave it to whomsoever he pleased.
In a word, he defied me.
I was helpless. I could do nothing.
And that afternoon I left the pines mad with rage,
after a threat to kill Carr.
Needless to say, he left at my threat.
why i did not kill him then you'll ask because i wanted to give the man one last chance i warned him that i would shoot him if he persisted in his injustice i said that i would return that evening for my answer
then i went to the rectory and had dinner with pentland corn here my dear herrick i may state that i had brought a pistol with me or rather a revolver it belonged to stephen that one time had a craze for shooting
the revolver was put away in its case which was on the mantelpiece of his study i remembered that it was there and on looking i found that all six chambers were loaded
i knew that stephen never troubled about the weapon so i took it with me to the pines but on that afternoon i did not use it carr i said to myself should have his chance
stephen was to come to the rectory for me about nine some time before that i told corn that i would go to the car arms to meet stephen but i intended to go up to the pines corn never suspected my intention
i quickly went up to the pines shortly before nine i found no one in the lower part of the house friscoe i suppose was sleeping off his drunken fit
as i heard from napper that he had been drinking in the afternoon and had uttered threats against his master i knew that if anywhere car would be in the tower
the table was laid out for dinner but he was not in the dining-room i went upstairs and found him in the tower chamber he was an evening dress lying dead with his face downward i turned him over and saw that he had been shot through the heart
At once, I guess that Frisco had carried out his threat and had murdered the Colonel,
but I thought Carr might have altered his will before dying.
I was quite mad with rage, thinking he had cheated me.
Then I did what you will consider a terrible and barbarous thing.
I fired three shots into his dead body.
I suppose it was wicked of me, seeing that the man was dead.
But I am Italian, as you know,
and i was mad with fury at the thought of how this he had treated me the only revenge i could take was to have my share in his death so i fired three times it did me good and i came away much calmer
i see you raise your eyebrows in horror my virtuous herrick ah bah you are english and cold-blooded as a frog i'm italian and i did what i did i have no other excuse to make
i was only a few minutes in the tower chamber then i came down to get away least i should be accused of the crime at the door below i met frisco he had his hat and coat on and a small bundle in his hand i said
you have killed him he lies dead upstairs frisco denied that he was guilty and referred to my three shots i explained and told him that he could call up the whole countryside to hear what i had done
at the same time i warned him that as i had found the colonel dead i would accuse him of the murder frisco repeated that he had not killed him but said he might have done so later on
car had treated him so badly he was entitled to the money he was a relative of cars i saw at once that this was the cousin and said so
frisco did not deny it he told me he would have to go away as he might be accused of the murder and could not afford to remain and face the matter out but he warned me that if stephen took the property he would find means to get rid of stephen i laughed at him but i was afraid
frisco was almost as big a brute as his master and cousin then seized with a sudden panic he ran out of the house and into the pine-wood
i left also and got down to the car arms where afterwards stephen came for me i told him that i had been there all the time but that he must have missed me that is the truth as regards the events of that night
i found carr dead and in anger i fired those three shots who killed the man i do not know i am inclined to believe it was frisco in spite of his protestations of innocence
but you know how he ran away he went to london and from london he wrote to me i enclose his letter the next few days and the murder was known i said nothing
i replaced the revolver in its case i persuaded stephen that i had not been to the pines on that night and he believed me then he became possessed of the property on certain conditions i breathed freely
car had not had the time to make a new will and my boy was safe so far so good then came the bolt from the blue i received the enclosed letter from frisco in which he threatened to write to the police and denounce me
if he does this i am lost it will be difficult for me to defend myself the evidence against me if the matters looked into will be too strong but you can see that for yourself
so i need not be more explicit under these circumstances and to save stephen i have made up my mind to die if the truth about my visit came to light even although i were proved guiltless of the murder stephen is quite foolish enough to give up the money
he is a good boy but weak quixotic the only way i can save him and myself also for that matter is to die
i'm not afraid i've had such a wretched life that i do not think things will be worse in the next world besides the chloral against the abuse of which you are always warning me affords me a chance of slipping quietly and painlessly out of a world that is much too hard for me
if i die stephen will be safe for frisco can do nothing his threats will fall harmless on the dead the man is dangerous though he might try to murder stephen
i gave you a hint of that harrick but i know you are clever and so long as you are with my boy i do not fear for him in that way yet as regards the rest
it is possible that frisco may denounce stephen as guilty of murder stephen told me he went to the pines at night to see if i had gone up there some one may have seen him then i used his revolver that would also be evidence again that would also be evidence again
him, and even if I had destroyed the weapon, that would still be evidence against him.
While I live, I dare not tell the whole truth, therefore, I make this confession,
and I shall give it to Petronella. She will deliver it to you when danger threatens Stephen.
From the contents of this you will know how to act, so is the thwart Frisco.
Stephen is innocent, and I verily believe that Frisco is guilty in spite of his denial.
I can die in peace now, for I know when this confession is in your hands that Stephen will be safe.
I trust to your head and to your heart, Herrick.
I am sure you will not fail me, no doubt.
You think I am going to extremes in dying.
That may be, but I am sick of this life.
Even if I lived, I should have nothing but trouble.
Besides, my poor Stephen, has had quite enough of me.
I hope he will marry Ida and be happy.
Where I to live and remain with them, I should spoil their happiness.
What would a sour old woman do with two such lovers?
Well, Herrick, I am about to seal this up, and then I shall take a dose of chloral,
an overdose.
Thus, my death will appear to be an accident.
the world will think so i wonder if you will you also may be deceived but i think you will be clever enough to doubt the accident for you know i am not the woman to be careless
do not show this to stephen unless you are absolutely compelled i love the boy and i want him to think the best of the woman who is gone so no more good-bye to you my dear harrick you have been a good friend to me
continued to be so to my boy.
Also, if you have any religion, which I doubt,
pray for the soul of Bianca Marsh.
And here I signed my name for the last time,
Bianca Marsh.
When Herrick finished its extraordinary document,
he laid it down with a sigh
for the memory of the wrong-headed, impulsive woman
who had written it.
She enacted foolishly, but for the best,
and since the poor soul had gone to her account,
Herrick could not find it in his heart to blame her.
After a pause, he took up the type-written letter.
It was typed in purple ink without date or address,
and even the signature of Friscoe was in print.
It ran as follows.
If you do not make your son do justice to me and to my son,
I will write and tell the police that you murdered Colonel Carr.
I must have half the money left.
by car allowed to me by arrangement. You can answer my letter by an advertisement in the daily
telegraph. Then I will write to you and make arrangements. All I want to know now is whether
you insist upon your son giving the money, or face the disgrace of being arrested for the
murder. I have a witness who can prove your presence in the house. If necessary,
I will come forward and give myself up. I can save myself and give myself and give you. I can save myself
condemn you, choose. I shall look every morning in the paper, Frisco.
Herrick read this precious letter over twice, he wondered, that it was typed instead of
written, not that he did not see the reason for this, but that he wondered how a hunted
fugitive like Frisco could procure a machine. Then the truth flashed into his mind.
Robin, said Herrick, rolling up the papers. Friscoe met him.
went to his chambers, and disclosed the fact that he was his father.
Ha!
Between the two of them they wrote this letter so as to frighten Mrs. Marsh into giving them
the money through her influence over Stephen.
Robin typed the letter and sent it, little scamp.
He did not tell me that.
I shall go again to town and see him.
Then Frisco must be produced from his hiding place.
Robin, Ken, and Shell do that.
This is all very well, but still the mystery of Carr's death was unsolved.
Mrs. Marsh was innocent.
She declared Frisco to be guilty.
On the face of it he was.
But Herrick had his doubts.
The case was getting more difficult at every fresh discovery.
For the first time, he mistrusted his own powers of dealing with the matter.
I must consult Stephen and Bess, said Dr. Jim,
and left the house in his pocket was the confession of the late mrs marsh end of chapter twenty two chapter twenty three of the silver bullet by fergus hume
this librivovon's recording is in the public domain the unexpected happens for the next twenty-four hours dr jim kept his counsel he said sufficient to set stephen's mind at rest about his mother
but did not tell the whole story or show the confession which she had obtained from petronella he wanted to turn matters over in his own mind before doing this the fact is jim was getting a little weary of the whole affair
every new piece of evidence that came to light seemed only to complicate it he felt sure that the paper left by mrs marsh would solve the mystery
but although it told much it did not reveal all she declared in a half-hearted sort of way that friscoe was guilty but she gave no proofs
the man in that hurried conversation at the door had denied the charge and beyond the fact of his flight there was no evidence against him it occurred to jim that the best thing to do would be to drop the matter altogether it seemed useless to follow such a matter
such a will of the wisp.
Still, I do not like to do this on my own responsibility, he thought, after much consideration,
it will be best for me to lay all the facts before Bess and Stephen, and go by what they say,
if they want to go on with it well and good. If not, I shall end it at once.
With this idea, a most sensible one under the circumstances, Herrick called a council of war.
Bess came over from Biffstead and met Stephen and Jim in the library by appointment.
There, Herrick again told the whole story of his dealings with the matter,
and ended by placing Mrs. Marsh letter and its enclosure before them.
When the squire and Bess had read the documents and were in possession of all the facts
connected with the murder of Colonel Carr, Herrick made a speech to them on that basis.
seems to me he said that it is foolish going on with this matter for all that i can see friscoe is the guilty man but he has disappeared and i do not think it is worth while hunting him down to hang him for the murder of a scoundrel-like car
i beg your pardon steve but your late uncle was a scoundrel will be no gratification to any of us moreover if he were caught and tried this letter might have to be produced
I think it best to stop short at this point.
Before Stephen could give his opinion, Bess interrupted him to dwell after the custom of a woman on a minor point.
You foolish boy, she said, in reproachful tones.
I see that you took the blame of your mother's doings on yourself.
That was stupid.
You might have trusted me.
My dear Bess, I could not blacken her memory.
even to you.
Perhaps not, but I should have understood.
Now that I think of it, she added,
I wonder that I was so foolish as to believe you.
It was entirely opposed to your nature to fire at a dead man.
Stephen winced, do not say anything more about it, best, he said.
She did that.
Let the matter rest there.
And now, about continuing the search,
I agree with Jim.
It is best to do nothing more.
I am not so sure of that, replied Bess obstinately.
You see, Santiago may still try and get the money.
No, said Jim positively.
I do not think so.
He has been found out his conspiracy is at an end.
He knows that any further move on his part will meet with failure.
Believe me, he will return to Mexico and give up fighting,
the wisest thing he can do.
What about Joyce? asked Marsh Carr. He is worse than useless. Take away Don Manuel and Joyce is lost.
He has neither the pluck nor the intelligence to carry through a plot on his own account.
But his father Frisco may use him as an instrument. Friscoe has to clear himself first. Joyce knows if he does anything with his father that I can have him arrested.
rather than that should happen i believe he would give up frisco to justice bess shuddered his own father she exclaimed oh as to that you can hardly blame joyce if he does not feel particularly filial
his father has done nothing for him besides joyce senior deserted his wife and robin was devoted to his mother it is one of the best traits in his otherwise poor character no bess
i think if robin came to choose between his own skin and that of frisco his father would be the one to suffer robin believes in every one for himself
he's a wicked little wretch he is and he is not weak rather than wicked his scheme to mix you up in the murder by means of that pistol was invented by the mexican joyce only did as he was told
but in that case said stephen looking up i do not see what santiago had the game robin wanted best to marry him he wanted to inveigle her into the case so that she might not refuse out of fear
but what would that matter to santiago her marriage with joyce would not have helped on his schemes true enough said herrick musingly but i dare say it was friscoe who suggested the marriage
he wanted to get the money through his son and perhaps thought he would get more if he put off robin with bess mrs endocott reddened thank you for nothing jim she said indignantly i was evidently to be a pawn in the game
It seems to me that we all have been pawned, said Jim grimly.
Just consider the mistakes that have been made while we have been searching for the true assassin of Colonel Carr.
Bess laughed.
First of all, I was suspected, she said.
Oh, no, that was only a half-hearted attempt on the part of Frisco and his precious son.
There was no real evidence to implicate you, Bess, I think, speaking for myself,
then I first suspected Robin Joyce.
It was your remark about his income, Stephen, that aroused my suspicions.
Well, the chain runs as follows, and Herrick ticked off on his fingers.
Joyce first on the authority, mainly, of the pistol.
He said he got it from the dawn, so I suspected Manuel.
He proved his innocence and accused Pentland Corn.
I saw him, and he told him.
me he had picked up the pistol on the lawn of this house. It was his belief that Mrs. Marsh was
guilty. "'And myself?' said Stephen with a smile.
"'No, you were like Bess and came into the matter on your own account. I never believed you
had anything to do with the affair. But your stepmother is the last, whom I believed might
have something to do with it. Certainly she had. But from her letter we know she didn't
kill the man. And here we come to a dead stop. What about Frisco, said Marsh Carr?
I believe he is the guilty person, said Dr. Jim positively. Are you going to defend him, Bess?
The girl looked troubled. I admit that matters look black against him, she said slowly.
He threatened the colonel. He was alone in the house with him, and Mrs. Marsh found him ready to fly.
On the other hand, there is something to be said in his favor.
Evidently, he should have had a share in this treasure.
For some reason the colonel would not give it to him during his life
and only afforded him a chance of getting it after Stephen's death.
Not even then, interrupted Herrick,
for Stephen had fulfilled the conditions of the will, the fortune,
would become his absolutely, and he would be able to will it away.
then i can't understand it said bess unless friscoe knew of this unjust will for that it is if he helped to get the treasure and murder the colonel out of revenge
i believe he did said stephen no put in dr jim briskly i do not agree with you it is my opinion that what mrs marsh said to me before she died was the right view what was that
friscoll and the colonel fought a duel i believe that frisco came back from the inn drunk and filled with fury against the colonel it might have been that through the visit to mrs marsh in the afternoon he had found out all about the will
the colonel probably defied him and then friscoe would suggest a duel he fired first and the colonel fell with a still loaded weapon in his hand
that is all theory said bess still defending the ex-sailer but you seem to forget jim that the death shot was fired with that clumsy pistol
if there had been a duel frisco would have had at least as good a weapon as the colonel there are plenty of revolvers of the new pattern in the gun-room i am sure frisco would not have placed himself at such a disadvantage
and again the silver bullet why should frisco have used that dr jim rubbed his head with a vexed air i'm afraid you are right bess he said a duel is out of the question
i can't see anything ahead as far as i'm concerned i give up trying to solve the riddle so do i said marsh carr i know now that my poor mother did not kill the man so that is all i care about
let the matter rest herrick you can send santiago to mexico i suppose yes but i think he will want some money give him what he wants and let him go i think that will be best and as for joyce i'll see that he keeps quiet
best struck in what about frisco he must look after himself said dr jim innocent or guilty we can do nothing with him so long as he remains in hiding
but you can find him through joyce yes i can but on the whole i prefer to let sleeping dogs lie no best the whole thing is ended
now comes to peaceful times it is necessary to cultivate our garden as says voltaire stephen laughed i think so too said he for my part i intend to put the whole matter out of my head and arrange with ida as to the date as to the date
of our marriage. As my poor mother has died so lately, we can have a quiet wedding, but married
I shall be as soon as I can. Why, asked Bess? In the first place I want Ida to be my wife
because I love her dearly, and in the second I want to marry her and make my will after the
marriage and her favor. Why can't you make it now? It would not be legal. Marriage invalidates
a will.
Herrick, who had been thinking, looked up with bright eyes.
Stephen, he said, you are afraid of Frisco.
Yes, I am.
He may try and murder me to get the money.
So by marrying Ida, and leaving it to her, I shall put the matter out of his power.
Once he gets to know that the money has gone from him forever, he may leave me alone.
He tried, through Santiago, to kill me once and failed.
he may not fail the second time there's something in that said herrick and then the council of war as best called it broke up the final decision of the three was to let the case stand where it was they washed their hands of the whole affair
for the next fortnight there was absolute peace stephen and ida arranged to be married in two months and dr jim began the talk of his future with bess
jim did not want to live with stephen after the marriage and yet he could not leave him without forfeiting his income of course stephen insisted that herrick should take a certain sum a year until he got on his feet but jim would not consent to this
i can't take money i do not work for he said decisively if you will lend me a small sum i'll go back to london and start a practice in a new place i expect it will be a long time before i'm able to marry bess but she will wait for me
best expressed herself favorably on this point she would wait for jim till her hair grew gray and meantime she could manage bifstead for frank after ida was settled at the pines
neither stephen nor ida could do anything with this obstinate couple and they gave up the attempt in despair but i think it is an infernal shame you're leaving me in the lurch said stephener remember what my mother said
oh i intend to see you through this year in case frisco should attempt to stop your visits to the vault replied jim but after that i must go and carve out my own fortune
well who knows what may happen by then said marsh carr he was determined in some way to benefit jim i'll have to force the money on the fellow he grumbled to ida
bess is just as obstinate she sighed however they will be with us for some months yet wait and see stephen harrick meanwhile was priding himself that all was at an end
he wrote to joyce stating that he intended to do nothing and also let santiago know his decision from neither did he receive an answer but this he did not mind they are powerless to do harm he said to beth
and indeed he never expected to hear of the pair again but one morning bess came to him with a daily telegraph and pointed out in silence a cipher message in the agony column
it was worded similarly to that put in before and asked frisco to meet the insurter at hyde park corner at three o'clock in two days
hmm said jim meditatively robin wants to see his father again what will you do jim asked bess anxiously nothing why should i
if robin meets his father they will plot against stephen they can't do anything but physical harm and i am always with him but bess was not to be put off in this way i really think you should write to mr joyce about it jim he will not answer
perhaps not but he will see that you have your eye on him true enough i'll see to it bess jim fully intended to do so but foolishly put off the matter for a few hours
he wrote to joyce only on the day before the appointed meeting and on the next day received a telegram to the effect that it was not joyce who had inserted the cipher nor so said the wire had don manuel
what the devil does this mean said jim to himself is it a lie or a truth if a lie manuel and joyce are plotting if true someone else is taken a hand in the game i'll see bess
the advice of bess was that jim should go up to town without delay i am sure there's some mischief brewing she said you had better go up by this afternoon's train no said jim after a pause
i'll see steve first he must know all about this before i go in fact i think i'll take him with me but he has gone away for the day said bess you know he went out cycling with ida he won't be back all day you have no time to lose
i'll wait until he comes back said herrick i'll tell you what bess this may be a scheme to get me away from stephen in order that they may try and hurt him during my absence
after that assault of manuals i'm never easy in my mind away from the boy i can't leave him here if i go up to town he must come with me
best was struck by this view of the matter there might be something in it she thought the consequence was that herrick waited the return of stephen and arranged to go up to town with him the next morning all the same stephen laughed at dr jim
you are a perfect old woman about me he said i can look after myself i am sure you can deal with an honorable foe said jim but here there is every probability that you may be struck in the dark
stephen shrugged his shoulders very well jim you know best we can go to town by the midday express to-morrow but before they left the pines they received the surprise
in the times newspaper which usually arrived shortly after eleven stephen found some news which surprised him he went at once in search of dr jim and found him buttoning his gloves on the doorstep waiting for the cart to come round
what do you think of that herrick said the squire the devil said jim and well he might there was a paragraph in the paper to the effect that the man called friscoe who was wanted for the murder of colonel carr of saxon
had been captured on the preceding day no further details were given but what herrick read was quite sufficient he dropped the paper and stared at stephen
shall we need to go up to town now asked the squire yes we must catch this train here comes the cart i shall go and see joyce at his flat he may know what this means
what about bess asked stephen we have no time to talk over the matter with her now she will see the news in the telegraph we can send her a wire from beaumminster station not to worry herself jump in steve
in a few minutes they were driving hard for the cathedral city at the station herrick sent the proposed wire to bifstead and they caught the express we shall be in town for a few days over this said herrick when they were comfortably settled i think i can see
see what asked marsh carr what it means this is the revenge of that blackguard santiago for losing the money do you think he put in the cipher
i am sure he did and gave the information to the police meantime no doubt when friscoll arrived at the rendezvous thinking to meet his son he was arrested by officers in plain clothes i have not much sympathy for frisco who i fear is a bad lot all this
it is hard that he should be tripped up in his stride by that brute of a greaser.
It might be so.
I wonder if Don Manuel has stayed to see the matter out.
It is the kind of thing he would like to do.
Oh, I am sure of that, Steve, all the same.
He wants to look after his own skin.
When Friscoll is tried, he will tell all he knows about the Mexican's doings out of revenge.
Santiago can't face an inquiry as you know.
His assault on you is enough to get him into serious trouble.
No, my friend, Don Manuel has done his mischief and cleared out.
By this time he's on his way to the new world.
Beast, muttered Herrick, between his teeth,
I should like to make it hot for him.
On arriving in town, Herrick sent Stephen with a luggage to the hotel in Jeremy Street.
and himself drove off to west kensington he learned from the porter that joyce was in and ran upstairs in a few minutes he was seated in the little man's drawing-room listening to his reproaches
i did not think you would sell me like this harrick said robin wringing his hands in his usual womanish way whatever i may have done to you you should have kept faith with me you always pretended to be so superior
ah did i said herrick calmly but a trifle bewildered at these accusations and now perhaps you will tell me what i have done
you know well enough you put that cipher in the paper and betrayed my unfortunate father i do not think it of you he was arrested at hyde park corner yes at three o'clock yesterday of course he thought i put the cipher in and came to meet me
But why do I tell you all this?
You are perfectly well aware of the success of your treachery.
Herrick shrugged his shoulders.
At the present moment, he did not think it necessary to correct the man.
How about your friend Santiago?
I wish he was here to punish you, cried Joyce, vehemently.
He was quite as clever as you, Herrick, but you waited till he sailed,
before plotting to capture my father.
So the dawn assailed.
When did he go?
Four days since, replied Robin, dropping into a chair, as if you didn't know.
Why do you come here to exalt over me?
Because I wish to tell you that you were wrong in thinking, I put that cipher in the paper.
As I wrote to you from Saxon, I decided to let the matter rest.
Whether your father was guilty or innocent, I did not care, so long as you and he left Marsh alone.
the man who put that into the paper was santiago i do not believe it herrick shrugged his shoulders as you please but it is true for all that i know the cipher but i give you my word i did not insert it
you knew the cipher and i am sure you do not use it to betray your father the only other person who knew it was the don and he has left this last sting behind him out of revenge for losing the money
robin shook his head i might believe that he said if i did not know it was you but i tell you it was not cried jim impatiently it was it was those private detectives who worked for you told me all about it you told them to have my father arrested
belcherin kid cried herrick jumping up ah you know the name yes they gave notice to the police and had my poor father taken i guess it was their work and through you
dr jim stood for a moment in a brown study he saw well enough what had occurred the ferret had made use of santiago to find out the business and knowing of the reward he made use of the information he made use of the information
extorted from Santiago. I expect they let him leave England on condition that he told them
the business and helped them to trap Frisco by means of the cipher, the scoundrels.
Well, said Robin, what are you going to do now? I'm going to see Belcher and Kidd, said Herrick,
and I tell you, Robin, that your friend Santiago has done all this. I have had no hand in it.
But why should Santiago? You had better ask your father that,
said Herrick, I suspect. He has no cause to love that Mexican. You can believe me or not,
Robin, but the truth is the truth. I have not played you false. Robin shook his head. He still
doubted. Jim tried no longer to convince him, but left the flat to have it out with the treacherous
firm he had employed.
End of Chapter 23.
Hume.
This Libravovon's recording is in the public domain.
The Story of Frisco
It was not until Herrick was well on his way back to the center of the town
that he remembered his admission to ask Robin about the type-written letter,
but after all, it did not matter.
He knew perfectly well that Joyce had typed it at his father's dictation,
and the denial or admission of the little man
would make no difference.
Things had got past that point.
I must see Belcher and Kid, said Herrick, to himself,
and learn exactly how Santiago managed the business.
Then I'll give Firth a look in.
I must find some way of speaking the Frisco.
Now that he is driven into a corner,
he may tell the truth, that is,
if it is not likely to hang him.
When he arrived at the Strand Office,
of the private inquiry firm, he was received by Kid.
Belcher, it appeared, had gone out for the day on business.
Kid was a heavy man with a red face and a pair of leering gray eyes.
Dr. Jim could put up with the ferret, but Kid he detested.
However, as Kid was the only representative of the firm present,
he tackled him, and with no light hand, for Jim was in a royal rage
at the way he had been tricked by this cunning pair of rascals.
What is this I hear about the arrest of the man Frisco, he asked?
Just this, doctor replied Kid, in his heavy voice, but civilly enough,
Don Manuel Santiago gave Belcher the tip on how Frisco could be trapped,
and as me and him wanted to earn the reward, we fixed the matter up.
Against my wish, retorted Dr. Jim, did I not say,
that you were not the medal in the matter and why shouldn't we get the reward if we could sir i had my own reasons that friscoe should be left at large you have spoiled a plan of mine and likely as not have caught the wrong man
as to that sir said kid doggedly i don't know but right or wrong we've caught the man and claimed the reward it is offered by mr stephen marsh carr said herrick coolly and the matter of the matter of the matter of the matter of the matter of the matter of it is offered by mr stephen marsh car said herrick coolly and the matter
is in my hands. It is just as likely as not that I may stop, Mr. Marsh Carr, from paying you
one penny. You had better have done my business properly, kid. We did do it properly,
said Kid, in a surly tone. I don't think so. It was my wish that the Mexican should be watched.
You have let him leave the country. I didn't, protested Kid, who would have been insolent,
but that he was afraid of losing the reward.
that was belshare's game belshare's price for receiving instructions how to trap frisco scoffed herrick do you think i don't know that santiago taught the cipher to your damned partner
you might be civil dr herrick i shall be what i please you are engaged by me to do certain business and you have done it badly had i wanted frisco caught i should have told you now just you let me know
how it all came about what about the reward sir i'll see to that you fools to go against me like this i can do your business considerable damage by telling the way you have tricked me oh sir you won't do that growled kid now thoroughly frightened
it all depends on how you conduct yourself the harm is done but i must know how santiago manage the business it was this way sir replied the cowed
kid.
Belcher watched the foreign cove, sir, and kept out of sight.
But the Don knew him from going to the gambling club.
Ah, that's another matter.
I can spoil for you, Kid.
I know too much of your shady business for you to play the fool with me.
Go on, man.
It took Kid all he knew to keep his temper under this speech,
but he knew that Dr. Herrick would do what he had threatened
if he was not implicitly obeyed.
Had Jim been a smaller man,
Kidd might have tried conclusion with his fists,
but he knew Herrick too well to attempt such folly.
Once upon a time,
Kidd had seen the doctor thrash a larger and much heavier man.
From that day he resolved never to have a fight with a man
so versed in the noble art as his high-tempered gentleman.
Well, sir, he continued, in his sulking.
growl. It was this way. Santiago spotted Belcher and asked him what he was up to.
Belcher would not tell, but in the end, the Don got the truth out of him. Then he said that if
Belcher and me could catch Frisco, we could get a bigger sum of money than by watching him.
Belcher was always anxious to know what was at the back of all this. When he heard it was the car
murder case, he saw that it was a big thing for him and me. So he said he would let the Don go
if he helped him to catch Frisco. Then the Don showed us the cipher, he wrote it out himself,
and put it in the newspaper. Frisco came to the place, and me and Belcher had a detective
and a warrant. We caught him easy. He's now in quotes, sir. And Santiago is on the high seas
on his way to Mexico.
You are a precious pair of scoundrels, kid.
Why did you tell, Mr. Joyce,
that I had managed all this business?
It was the dawn as asked us to do that, sir.
To make trouble, I suppose, said Herrick, rising,
you send Belcher to see me at the Gullough Hotel this evening.
I have something to say to him.
Take care, sir.
The ferret ain't an easy man to tackle.
Herrick paused at the door,
and looked the big man up and down.
Confound your insolence, he said.
Do you think you or that rat can stand up against me?
I can ruin both of you if I choose,
and stop you getting that reward.
As for Belcher, if he is impudent, I'll ring his neck.
I'm sorry we did it, sir.
You may well be, was Herrick's grim reply.
But I ain't going to be bullied by anyone, said kid,
with sudden anger.
That is quite enough, my man, replied Dr. Jim,
opening the door and speaking quietly.
If you try that game, you'll get the worst of it.
Kid looked dangerous for a moment, but after a glance
into the eyes of his proposed antagonist,
he cooled down considerably.
He knew perfectly well that Herrick could smash him.
Moreover, the calm courage of Herrick quelled his brute passion.
Dr. Jim waited for a time, then departed, leaving kid growling and cursing in impotent rage.
A dangerous ruffian, thought Herrick, as he went into the strand,
but I think he and Belcher know me too well to play the fool.
For the moment he intended to go back to the Gulaf Hotel and see Stephen,
but on reflection he drove to the solicitors.
It was necessary that he should interview Frisco,
and Firth would be the man most likely to obtain for him the permission to do so.
The lawyer was in and expressed his pleasure at the capture of Colonel Carr's assassin.
As to that, I am not certain, said Herrick lightly.
I want to hear what he has to say, Firth, and you must get me permission to see the man.
Don't you think he killed Carr? asked Firth.
On the face of it I do, replied Herrick, all the same.
there have been so many surprises in this case that i am prepared for more besides i am rather mad over the business and he told firth how he had been tricked by belcher and his partner
a couple of scoundrels said firth nodding it's not the first dirty trick they have played don't you engage them again dr herrick i'll find men who are more to be trusted i hope to heaven that i won't have occasion to employ any other than you'll take them again dr herrick i'll find men who are more to be trusted i hope to heaven that i won't have occasion to employ any
i hope to heaven that i won't have occasion to employ any more private detectives i tell you what firth ever since i have engaged in this affair i feel as though i had been bathing in dirty water but that i promised mrs marsh to protect her son i should not have done it
you seem to have gone pretty exhaustively into the business said firth after he had heard the whole story for an amateur you have managed remarkably well
herrick laughed i have made mistakes i admit but then as you say i'm only an amateur and not the detective of fiction he never makes mistakes i wish he had this case to deal with however the thing is nearly at an end thank goodness
it will end with the hanging of frisco who knows he may have some other story to tell you may be sure he will swear that he is innocent said ferth
very likely responded herrick and the queer thing is firth that he may really be innocent it looks to me from what you have told me as though he were guilty
oh as to that i've thought several people guilty and have always found out that i am wrong when they came to explain however i want to see this man and hear what he has to say can you manage it
i'll see what i can do you are at the guliffe hotel ain't you well good i'll see to it i might come along and call on marsh car i should if i were you replied dr jim with a laugh always be attentive to your clients
leaving the solicitor to arrange matters harrick went back to the hotel and dinner with stephen he told him all that he had done and the squire was much interested
i hope it is coming to an end though he said i've had about enough of this sort of thing think of me said jim with a shrug oh you've behaved like a brick jim i do not know how to thank you
bosh my dear chap there's no question of thanks between you and myself i promised your mother to see you through and i intend to keep my word and you won't let me make things right for you grumbled stephen
wait till everything is squared up then we will see i may ask you to be my banker after all well steve santiagua has gone away so you are relieved of at least one of your enemies
joyce can do nothing without his father and that gentleman is in jail will you want me to go with you to-morrow no i prefer to see him alone i'll get more out of him in that way i wonder what i'll hear this time however
let us think no more of the matter just now we might take a turn down to see the earl court's exhibition there's always something going on there it's not exactly like a theatre steve or i should not ask you to go
but you must be cheered up somehow we can't stay in this dismal hotel all evening talking about a criminal stephen assented as he always did to whatever herrick proposed
they went to the exhibition and spent a pleasant evening when they returned dr jim retired straightway to bed i shall have a lot of talking to do to-morrow so i must get as much rest as i possibly can said he
in some mysterious way firth obtained the required permission and herrick found himself introduced into a small cell where friscoe sat on his bed in a gloomy frame of mind
after exchanging a few words with the warder firth got the man to go away leaving herrick and friscoe alone so you are dr herrick remarked frisco calmly i'm glad to meet you
he spoke in a rather refined voice and did not at all look like the truculent ruffian herrick had expected to meet he was no longer fat but had quite a shapely figure also his face had had a shapely figure also his face had a
had lost the readiness of incessant drinking.
Misfortune had sobered and improved the man.
He was plainly dressed in a suit of dark surge, which, as he afterwards informed Herrick,
had been supplied by his son.
But even if he had been still more changed, Dr. Jim would have recognized him from the
criss-cross scar on his forehead.
Friscoe saw him looking at it and smiled.
the colonel's handiwork he said quietly he marked me with a buoy in los angeles one dr dr herrick but i gave him as good as he gave me dr herrick he lost a finger
and friscoe felt a whistling at the pleasing recollection there was no doubt about the man being a scoundrel herrick felt his way carefully how did you know me he asked abruptly frisco smiled i heard the man being a scoundrel herrick felt his way carefully how did you know me he asked abruptly frisco smiled
i heard the man who came with you call you by your name as for the rest of course robin has told me all about you you are a clever man dr herrick and i think a kind one
if you had not been you would not have burdens yourself with that miserable rat i have the misfortune to call my son all the same added frisco with a scowl you trapped me in a rather shabby way
ah that is one reason why i came to see you said herrick coolly i did not trap you at all no one was more surprised than i at the news of your arrest
it was santiago who put that cipher in the paper and told the police about you and santiago is beyond your reach on the high seas so you see that i am not so mean as you thought me
that's it said frisco you always fought fair and i could not understand you playing low down like this so it was the greaser was it by heaven when i catch him frisco doubled his arm it's time he was out of the world said frisco
a beating's too easy i'll go west for him how do you mean you'll go west asked herrick thinking of the man's position which was apparently considerably within the shadow of the gallows
friscoe looked at him with a careless laugh he understood oh i've been in worse holes than this he said why once in california the rope was round my neck for horse-stealing
car got me out of that mess you are a great friend of cars why said the man slowly he was my cousin you know and we had the same blood in us the bad car blood how i ever came to have such a brat of a methodist parson for a son i can't make out
got it from his mother i suppose she was always a whimpering devil i didn't come here to discuss your son and wife joyce frisco's my name from his mother i suppose she was always a whimpering devil
i didn't come here to discuss your son and wife joyce frisco's my name for the time being said the man coolly when i get across the pond again i'll take a more christian one hmm you won't have an easy time getting out of this scrape
well no you are about right there harrick you don't mind me dropping the mister i hope i feel friendly to you you are about the only man in the whole lot
Stephen isn't a bad chap, but if he hadn't had you beside him, I'd have got that money.
Well, I'm to be tried for my life. What are you going to do, Herrick?
Something quixotic, replied the doctor. Robin has no money. Neither have you. So I'm going to supply
you with a solicitor and see you through. You are guilty. I wish to see you hang, if innocent,
free. All the same, said Herrick, frankly. I tell you.
candidly frisco that i don't think it's fair to hang you for the killing of a brute-like car frisco stared at dr jim in a hard unwinking manner but he was visibly moved you're a white man doc said he and i'm a bad lot all the same if you don't mind
he held out his hand i'll take that only on one condition said herrick that you tell me you are innocent of murder
frisco drew back his hand and recovered his hard manner you bet i'm not he said that is where carr had the pull over me there are two towns in south america i daren't go near he burst out laughing
so you won't shake hands said he well i don't blame you i'm a bad lot but carr was a damn sight worse sunny you can take that from me
we are wasting time i think said herrick coldly i want to help you if i can you shall have a lawyer to defend you but i want to ask you as man to man did you shoot carr
frisco thought for a moment stroking his chin well there's not many men i tell my mind to but you are one i did not kill carr then who did i'll tell you in a few minutes but you let me reel out my yorkman but you let me reel out my yorkman you'll tell you to you'll tell you out my yorkman but you'll let me reel out my yorkman
yarn first i know most of it from robin and santiago you don't know all replied frisco quietly i've been with carr these twenty years and more he was a devil and treated me like a dog
i helped him to get that treasure and he cheated me of my share of it i shouldn't think you were the man to be cheated no in an ordinary way you bet but the colonel had the bulge on me i guess he could have been a man to be cheated no in an ordinary way you bet but the colonel had the bulge on me i guess he could have
have handed me over to the authorities in san francisco for a murder oh don't look scared herrick i'm not going to own up to all my crimes i have committed heaps though oh damn your beastly talk said herrick angrily
for the shamelessness of the man made him sick just tell me about that night all in good time sunny said the unmoved frisco i stayed with the colonel and let him keep my money because i did not want my wife to know i was alive
she was a good woman and i treated her like a brute that was one reason the second was because of my own skin i did not want to be hanged and carr could have hanged and car could have hanged
me any day. The third reason, and here Friscoe looked curiously at Herrick, you'll hardly believe
the third reason. But it was a kind of tenderness for Carr. Somehow, devil as he was,
I liked him. Never met a man, I caught in two more. He saved my life, I saved his. We fought
with knives and with fists and played the devil with one another all round. Yet somehow,
we stuck together and never went back on one another grim thing wasn't it herrick honor amongst thieves said dr jim with a shrug you bet that's it retorted frisco
so you can see herrick that i was not the sort of man to put car out of the way i got drunk so did he but we held together in that blamed house always waiting for death
ah the indians i suppose santiago told you that i guess said the man yes there was some half-spanish half-indian greasers in lima
that would have followed us to the end of the world had they spotted our whereabouts santiago was one but he wished for the money on his own hook and didn't split
well carr is dead so he is safe enough but if i'm not hanged i guess santiago will let out on me then i'll have a time getting away
was it on account of this fear that carr built the tower frisco nodded you've hit it queer chap carr a mixture of bravado and fear he threw down all the fences and walls and left the doors of the house open every night just to show he was not afraid he was afraid he threw down all the fences and walls and left the doors of the house open every night just to show he was not afraid
all the same he never slept but in that tower i didn't if any of the greasers had come they'd have knifed me easy enough well carr went under before his time but by the hand he least expected
who was it asked herrick impatiently well drawed the ruffian it wasn't mrs marsh we had a talk i know all about that i saw the letter you wrote her oh you did
she kept that as an ace robin typed it on his blamed machine for me i wanted to get the money quietly but the old lady went under in time and spoiled my game there
she killed herself said herrick curtly did she now said friscoe in admiration she was a screamer of a woman not like my wife killed herself lord he chuckled go on with your story it is a story isn't it
well i guess it was this way i let carr keep the money when he was alive on the understanding that it was all left to me he made a will in my favor and then
the devil made a later one giving the money to stephen with a reversion to me if his bones weren't looked after i know said herrick coolly and you tried to have stephen disabled right you are and the blame santiah
bungled the affair if i had been on the spot well that's all done with about the will mrs marsh came and kicked up a row about the will in favor of her son saying the colonel was going to alter it
she picked up something of that from me when i had a cargo aboard but i never knew to after she came how car was tricking me when she went and she did curse him
i had a row with carr he told me the kind of will he made we almost had a stand-up fight he brought in the murder business about me as usual and i knuckled under as usual then i went off to drink rum at the car arms
yes and to threaten the colonel oh that wasn't on my own account all i met was that if i gave the tip to the lame of greaser's car would be knifed that fool's
fool napper thought I meant to do the job myself.
Well, sir, I came back and lay down the sleep off the rum.
Carr got his own dinner and then dressed himself up, as he always did.
Blamed foolishness, I always called it.
Cooking your dinner and then wearing a starch shirt to eat it?
Pa, Frisco spat.
He wanted to keep his self-respect, I suppose.
He had no occasion for an article of that sort, Herrick.
self-respect and car well i should smile however i was asleep when i was pulling round sober and thinking of getting up to eat i heard a shot oh i am too used to the sound of shooting not to know when i hear it
i wondered if car was in the shooting gallery after a time twenty minutes maybe i got up and went into the gallery no one was there i went up to the tower after a day-and-and-and-a-twinned the gallery no one was there i went up to the tower after visiting the dive
room. I found the Colonel dead. I was in a fright, I can tell you. In a flash, I saw that my neck
was in the rope. I had threatened the Colonel, and they'd think I killed him. Also, I was wanted
in Frisco and South America and half a hundred places. My name would come out, maybe, but I'm not
afraid of that now, Herrick, and I would be turned off as sure as a gun. I went downstairs and drank
some wine in the house and coming down from a room under the one in which car lay shot i saw someone as he came down the tower steps it is my opinion he shot the colonel if it wasn't him i don't know who could have done it and who was it you say
why don't jump herrick it was sidney and decott herrick stared that lad never killed the colonel he said
then who did asked frisco impatiently that boy just hated carr i never could make out why and he was half-witted besides then there was the pistol i read about it in the paper
it's just a kind of weapon of boy of that sort might pick up cheap in his shop of sorts a man like me would have used a derringer no i'm sure the boy shot him
he came right upon me as cool as you like and says he's quite dead did he say that i swear he did he's quite dead says sidney then before i could get my breath he went out into the night and i lost him
why did you not follow i had to think of my own safety it was no use my accusing a boy and a half-idiot you see no one would believe he killed car
when I was in the house, and with my blamed past.
I just went to the back to make up a bundle and clear out.
While I was packing, I heard three shots and jumped for the door.
Lord, I was in a fright.
It was Mrs. Marsh.
Yes, she came down looking like a tigress,
and said I'd killed Carr.
I was at the door with my bundle.
I denied it, and said I'd make it hot for her.
She said I'd better look after myself and cleared.
I didn't wait, you may be sure,
for in spite of her firing the shots,
I didn't know but what she had roused the village.
So I went straight across the moor
and caught the train at Southbury.
Here I've been hidden in London ever since.
I had money.
When that ran out, I dropped the cross that cipher in the paper
and met my fool of a son.
then well you know the rest it's a strange story said herrick much distressed it did not seem at all unlikely but that sidney had killed the colonel it's a true one well what are you going to do
i shall see this boy and find out if what you say is true oh i expect he's such an idiot that he'll think he's done something fine and own up but that my neck is in danger
I would not split on Sydney, but they'll only shut him up in an asylum.
They would hang me, so if two evils I choose the least.
Are you off, Herrick?
Yes, I'll see if this is true and get you a lawyer.
Thanks, old man, you're a good sort, so long, and Friscoe quite calm, waved his hand
as Dr. Jim left the cell.
He did not seem to be in the least afraid, and evidently thought his release,
was a foregone conclusion.
A dangerous cool-headed ruffian was Frisco.
End of Chapter 24.
Chapter 25 of the Silver Bullet by Fergus Hume.
This Libravox recording is in the public domain.
Sidney speaks out.
After that interview with Frisco, Dr. Jim took Stephen straight off to Saxon.
There was nothing left for him to do in town.
Friscoe.
was in prison and safe enough joyce shut himself up in his flat and would not even reply to the note herrick wrote him belcher for obvious reasons had not called at the gulap hotel
and with his partner was keeping out of the doctor's way jim saw firth for a few brief minutes instructed him to see after the defense of frisco and then drove to paddington where marsh car awaited him
by favor of the guard and five shillings they secured a smoking carriage to themselves when the train was fairly out of town and whizzed through a desolate winter country dr herrick looked at stephen
what do you think of it all he asked lighting his pipe this story of friscoes yes it's a living truth i can see by your face that you wish to believe the man a liar
he is but not in this instance what he says is absolutely true i saw his eyes when he spoke the tongue may lie but a man's eyes jim shook his head
but it can't be true cried stephen looking white and worried good heavens jim if sidney really shot carr think of the disgrace to ida and bess ourselves i don't mind that but these poor girls
well said jim after a pause you see it's not so bad as it might be i am sure you must know of the estimation sydney is held in roundabout saxon
if it comes out that he shot the colonel no one will express any surprise it's no slur on the girl steve sydney has looked upon as something beyond the pale of humanity what will they do with him asked stephen anxiously
if he really did commit the crime he will be placed in an asylum the boy is too queer to be judged by ordinary standards frisco cleared out although he knew sidney had killed carr because he thought no one would believe the boy had done it
the suspicion certainly would have rested on frisco he would have been wiser to have given himself up but for the reason i told you of the same reason that kept him quiet under the colonel
general's unjust appropriation of his property, Frisco preferred to cut. He is wiser, now that he has had time
to reflect over the matter. His devilries in the Americas were done under other names, and, as Joyce,
he will not be wanted in San Francisco. I dare say, if he had not been caught, he would have
given himself up in the long run. It was the dawn he was afraid of. Now that dawn is away,
Frisco is convinced he will be set free.
He must stand his trial.
Certainly I have told Firth to see after him.
But his defense will be that Sidney killed the man.
There is no way of averting that.
The question in my mind, said Herrick, looking at Marsh Carr,
is whether the boy really did so.
Have you any doubt on the subject? asked Stephen eagerly.
I have a great many doubts, replied Jim dryly,
and until the person who really murdered Carr confesses,
I shall continue to doubt.
You see, Steve,
every since I took up this matter,
I have been following up false trails.
Every person I have stumbled upon,
and to whose guilty evidence at the time, procurable,
pointed, has laid the blame on someone else,
who in turn has passed on the guilt to another party.
I suspected Joyce, he accused Santiago.
The Don said Pentland Corn was guilty.
Corn declared that Mrs. Marsh had fired the shot.
Now we know from accurate evidence that all these persons are innocent.
Frisco was suspected from the very first he is caught
and swears, truly enough, according to his own belief,
that the boy murdered the colonel.
How do I know but what Sidney may be able to prove his innocence
and accuse someone else?
the chain may go on endlessly so far as I can see.
I understand the difficulty, replied Stephen wearily,
but I cannot for the life of me see why Sidney should kill the man.
There comes in the queer character of the boy, said Herrick.
He detested the colonel, said he was a bad man.
He might have got into his head in some way or another
that such a man was better off out of the world.
If so, he would make no more account of killing, Carr, than he would of putting a fly out of existence.
Indeed, he would rather spare the fly, for I have noticed that he is tender to all that breathes.
But would he keep quiet over the matter?
I think so.
Sidney was never the boy to talk.
Then there is the pistol, Stephen, that is an old-fashioned weapon that a boy might buy in Bealminster
for a few pence, or he might have found it in the lumber-room of the Grange.
There are many of these ancient firearms to be found in the houses of old families.
If Sidney dropped across such a weapon, he might have then concluded to kill Carr,
you see, from the account of Frisco that he came down to Tower's stairs and said quite calmly
that the Colonel was dead.
He may just as calmly admit to me or to you that he could,
killed the man.
Mad, mad, groaned Marsh Carr, he must be mad.
No, that does not follow.
The boy is strange.
There are things about him which I cannot explain.
So far as I can see, Sidney does not come within the range of science.
That foretelling of your mother's death, his extraordinary statement that you were in danger
puzzled me beyond words, I must believe, because I am convinced by the evidence of
of my own senses. All the same I cannot explain or understand. There are laws of nature
with which we are unacquainted. I believe that this boy comes under some unknown laws.
You cannot account for the action of such a person. The boy would do things, which we should
call wrong, yet he would see no harm in doing them. If he is guilty, he will be put away
in an asylum. At the same time, I am sure he is perfectly sane.
I am puzzled myself about him, admitted Stephen, and he is the most uncomfortable boy
to have about one. Still, I have always found him upright and honorable. I have never known him
to tell a lie, but he must know all about this case and how Frisco has been accused.
I'm not so sure of that. Sidney lives with his head in the cloud.
He perhaps has heard that Frisco has been accused, but, as the man does not now come across his path,
he never thinks of any possible danger to him.
Again, Stephen, that silver bullet is queer.
How do you mean queer?
Well, you know, the medieval superstition, that a warlock can be killed only by a silver bullet.
A thing of that sort is exactly what would appeal to the dreamy nature of some.
sydney he is something of a mystic himself remember he might have taken it into his head that carr was a warlock who had dealings with the devil i'm sure he would have every reason to think so said marsh carr if any man was hand in gloves with satan my uncle was that man
you see what you say yourself then sidney thinking in a less sane fashion on the same subject might have considered it his duty to deliver the work
from such a wizard. He would certainly then use a silver bullet, thinking, according to the
medieval superstition, that the man could not be killed by ordinary lead. It's all theory,
said Stephen gloomily, and fantastic at that. As you say, all theory and fantastic, admitted
Herrick, but you must remember that we are dealing with a fantastic nature. But we must see
this boy and question him when we get home.
he will deny everything on the contrary if i know anything of the boy he will calmly admit what he has done you will not tell bess or ida
that would be unwise we must be certain of sidney first we shall say nothing to-night but get sidney to come over to the pines on the morrow and ask him frankly if he killed carr bess is sure to ask you about frisco said stephen
oh i can baffle her curiosity replied herrick i shall tell her nothing about my visit to the man all about his arrest she can know i think it will be better to hold our tongues altogether jim ida is getting worried
by this incessant mystery although she knows very little i am sure i don't wonder i worry myself however we must learn what we can from sydney i hope to heaven the lad is innocent
but if he is not, I don't look upon him in the light of an ordinary criminal.
He is a freak of nature.
Where I put into the witness box, I could not say on my oath that he is mad.
Let us drop the subjects at Stephen, who looked haggard.
I am getting nervous and anxious.
Jim acquiesced in this sensible view, and the two betook themselves to the magazines and newspapers.
until they arrived at Beelminster they said little to one another and even then were for them taciturn a groom in a cart awaited them and they drove the saxon in silence
it did not do to talk of Sidney with a servant at their elbows but curiously enough the groom had news for Stephen which brought in the name of Sidney please sir that Italian woman
what is the matter with her asked herrick who was driving she is very ill sir and it has said she will die die echoed stephen in surprise
she was not bad enough for that when i saw her last what do you think herick she looked very sick certainly but as far as i can judge was in no immediate danger of death who says this perry
the groom sunk his voice to a whisper and seemed nervous master sidney he said both men looked round at this then at each other herrick was first to break the silence when did master sidney say that perry
yesterday sir mr napper he met him in beelminster in the cathedral square about four o'clock he asked him joking like where he was going master mr
said, just as quiet as he does, speak, sir, that he was going to see the Italian woman die.
Napper.
Was that taken back?
You could have knocked him down with a feather, sir.
Then Master Sidney said she would die in two days, which I take the means, sir, that she'll go off tomorrow.
And I'm sure she will, sir, added Perry with conviction.
Is this story known, Perry?
asked his master, rather vexed.
no sir napper went at once to see miss endicott when he came back to saxon she asked him to say nothing about it but he had already told phelps the gardener sir then phelps told us all sir but we have said nothing outside about it
see you don't then said stephen sharply the first of my servants who says a word will be discharged mind that perry
the groom touched his hat and relapsed into silence where is master sidney now perry asked herrick after a pause at the house in beaumminster sir he has been there all night miss endicott went over
but she could not get him away he says he must stay there until the italian woman dies sir you need say no more perry and the doctor drove on in silence but marsh car knew
from the way he urged the mayor how perturbed he was over this information.
Stephen was upset himself.
There was something disquieting about everything in connection with Sidney.
After dinner at the Pines, Herrick made Stephen lie down,
as he was yet far from strong, and walked across the Biffstead.
Here he saw the two girls and Frank,
who were very much troubled by this latest freak of their brother.
i don't know what to do with him said frank i went over and insisted he should come home i took him by his shoulder to force him out of the house but he got in such a passion that i thought he would have a fit so i left him until you came back
you go over and get him away jim implored ida you have more influence over him than any one else i have gone and best also but he will not come we can't carry him back by main force
and make a scandal.
I'll go, said Herrick,
but I did not know
that I had any influence with him.
He is a lad
one can do nothing with.
How does the old woman
take his telling her
she is about to die?
She is quite calm,
evidently she thinks,
Sidney is a kind of prophet.
He is telling her not to be afraid
and talking the queerest things to her.
I am sure Sidney is mad,
sobbed Ida,
he will be shut up in an asylum some day.
Herrick said nothing.
The poor girl little knew how truly she spoke.
If Sidney had indeed killed Carr, he would certainly be shut up.
Considering his extraordinary character,
perhaps this would be all the better for his friends and relatives,
if not for himself.
I will go over in the morning, said Herrick, on reflection.
He may be more reasonable in the morning.
I am beginning to understand him a little.
I'm sure I don't, said Ida, and Frank echoed her opinion.
This was natural enough.
No man is a hero to his relatives.
All this time, Bess said nothing.
While Jim was away, she had worried much over her brother's freak.
But now that the doctor had returned, she was satisfied that all would be well.
Herrick exercised over Bess the same influence
he did over most people he came in the contact with.
Stephen and the girls were both more than ordinarily intelligent,
but they deferred to Jim in a most remarkable manner.
If anyone could manage Sidney best felt that Herrick was the man.
Jim was not so certain himself.
The boy had never come under his influence,
and, in his own calm way, held his own against everyone.
What about Friscoe,
asked Bess, who had followed Herrick down the avenue.
Has he really been arrested?
Dr. Jim nodded.
Santiago betrayed him to some private inquiry agents I employed, he said.
A mean, shabby piece of work, Bess.
Joyce put it down to me.
I assured him that I had nothing to do with the matter,
but he refused to believe me.
He is so mean himself that he cannot believe any good of other people,
said Bess scornfully.
What is to be done now about Frisco?
I am thinking, replied her lover evasively.
When I have come to a conclusion, I'll tell you, Bess,
but I fancy the end is in sight.
I hope so, side the girl.
I am so tired of this anxiety.
Shortly, you'll have no more, dear,
and Jim took her in his arms to kiss her goodbye.
The night is dark, but the dawn is breaking.
Next morning, Dr. Herrick walked over the Bealminster.
He left Stephen at home, although the squire wanted to come also.
No, said Jim, it is best for me to speak to the boy alone.
I'll get more out of him, and Stephen recognized that this was the more sensible course.
It was eleven o'clock when Herrick rapped at the door of the Bealminster house.
It was opened by Sidney, who looked calm and complacent.
as usual.
I heard you had come back, Dr. Chimmy said.
Did your prophetic instinct tell you that? asked Herrick testily.
The boy was so difficult to understand that he could not help feeling annoyed.
A man over thirty does not like treated a lad of sixteen as his equal, yet Sidney somehow compelled that respect.
No, replied he sweetly, I am very stupid about some things.
When a thought comes to me, it comes. I cannot call it.
Then the thought came to you that Petronella would die.
She will die, Dr. Jim. Two days ago, I felt that she would die.
So I came over to see her. She was afraid of death.
Till I talked to her. Now she is quite peaceful. She does not fear.
Are you afraid of death, Sidney?
Why should I be? I know. I know what.
that there is nothing to be afraid of.
The boy spoke quite serenely,
and without any suggestion of pose.
He had conducted, Herrick, to the dining-room,
and the two were seated opposite one another.
On the table were the remains of Sidney's breakfast,
a glass of milk, some fruit, and a loaf of bread.
I had to get these myself, he said.
Petronella is in bed in Mrs. Marsh's room.
She is very ill.
I knew she was ill some time ago, replied Herrick, trying to assert himself, but I think I can cure her.
She will not live, said Sidney, staring in the most unwinking manner at Dr. Jim.
She will die before sunset, I know.
Can you explain how you know, asked the doctor roughly?
This time it was the boy who was puzzled.
I can't, he said.
I feel that Petronella will die.
I can say no more.
than that. Herk groaned. It was useful to try and understand this extraordinary lad.
Evidently, he did not understand himself. Yet, his former prophecies had come to pass so
absolutely that Dr. Jim could not help thinking that this last would come true also. However,
this was not the business about which he had come. Sidney, he said after a pause,
Do you know that Frisco, who used to be with Colonel Carr, has been arrested?
I heard Best say so.
What do you think of it?
I never thought of it at all.
He is in no danger, Dr. Jim.
It was not Frisco who killed Colonel Carr.
How do you know that? asked Herrick, startled.
Was the boy about to confess that he was guilty?
I was in the house just after Colonel Carr was killed.
Oh, then you did not shoot him yourself?
Sidney frowned, but appeared very little disturbed.
Why should I have killed him, he said calmly.
Colonel Carr was a wicked man.
I told him he would die by violence some day, but he only laughed at me.
He thought I was mad or a fool.
You do also, Dr. Jim.
I don't know what to think, said Jim angrily.
I never met anyone like you before, Sidney.
if I had not some knowledge, that the things you say come true, I should think you are
pretending. A boy like you ought to be whipped. That is what the colonel said, replied Sidney
quietly, but tell me, Dr. Jim, did you really think I had killed him? I did not, but Friscoe says
you did. If he believed that, he would not have run away, said Sidney, shrewdly.
Well, come to the point who murdered the colonel.
petronella said sidney herrick rose up with a look of surprise astonished as he was he could hardly help laughing this statement bore out his speech to stephen
he had said that sidney would accuse some one else now it only remained for petronella to shift the blame on to the shoulders of a third party i do not believe that said herrick why should petronella kill carr
you had better come up and hear what she has to say dr jim in a moment but tell me how you know through your instinct sidney shook his head know that feeling only comes at times he said
i do not pretend to know everything i said so before i don't know why you should look at me as queer dr jim he continued plaintively it is not my fault if things come into my head when they do i sometimes tell people but not always i don't like being laughed at
you're a queer fish muttered dr jim annoyed by this human problem he could not understand i should like you to be examined by a committee of a committee of your queer fish muttered dr jim annoyed by this human problem he could not understand
i should like you to be examined by a committee of doctors they would not understand dr jim and i can't explain but you went to hear how i knew well on the night colonel carr was killed i went to the pine wood after seven o'clock
had you any premonition that he would be murdered no i had no feeling of any kind i was in the wood for some time at half-past seven i felt hungry but i did not want to go to bifstead as i knew ida would try and keep me in
it was raining but i did not mind that i like the open air where i can breathe a house makes me choke i understand go on
as i was hungry i thought i would go and get something from colonel carr i sometimes went to see him though i did not like him he was always kind to me although i think he was afraid well i went into the house just before eight
you said half-past seven just now i did not go in at once said the boy with a gesture of irritation do not interrupt me dr jim i went into the dining-room and found the dinner on the table
but the colonel was not there.
I took a piece of bread and some water.
While I was eating, I heard a shot.
I wondered what it was.
You did not feel that murder was committed?
No, why should I have felt?
I just wondered what the shot might be.
After a bit, I went out into the hall to see if the colonel had come in.
I thought he might be out.
I saw Petronella run through the hall and out into the night.
I wondered what she was doing there and followed her, but I lost her as she went through the woods.
Then I walked about for a time up till nine.
I thought again about the shot and went back to the house.
I went up the tower and saw Colonel Carr lying dead, so I knew Petronella had killed him.
I came down the—
How was it you did not meet Frisco who had gone up to see the Colonel?
I heard someone coming and went into a lower room.
I thought it might be Petronella coming back.
I saw it was Frisco and saw him come down again.
Then I came and said to him,
He's quite dead and went out.
After that, I went on the moor.
Then sometimes afterwards I heard three more shots.
I saw Bess and her lantern and went home.
Why did you say nothing of all this before? asked Herrick.
there was no reason if friscoe had been caught before i should have told you but he had got away and i did not think it was right to tell about petronella colonel carr was a wicked man and he deserved to be killed he did a lot of harm said sidney with a shudder
how comes it you tell me now sidney because bess told me frisco had been arrested he is wicked too but i do not want to see him hang for sure
car, as I knew that he was innocent.
I came over to see Petronella, for I had a feeling that she would die, and I wanted to know
from herself before she died if she was guilty.
She denied it at first, but I said I would not go away until she told me all.
That was why I stayed all night, she tried to run away.
I said I would tell the police.
That was unlike you, Sidney.
No, it wasn't, replied the boy positively.
i knew that petronella was the one who shot carr if she did not confess frisco would be hanged you never thought that you might be accused no i did not do it replied sidney calmly why should i be accused
herrick sighed impatiently the boy could not or would not understand i suppose then petronella confessed in the end yes i made her ride it down that she killed car
it is in italian but i do not know the languish you must see that it is all right dr jim i did that because i thought she might die before you arrived
but now you are here come up and see her i will go for inspector bridge dr jim was aghast here was sidney and his new character why for bridge he must hear her confessions said sidney putting on his hat
perhaps she has written down something different in the italian i will give you the paper when i come back but i must go for bridge and sydney before harrick could say a word was out of the room
dr jim heard the front door closed behind the boy there is not much insanity about this act muttered herrick to himself i shall see petronella at once he smiled grimly i wonder who she will accuse he said
end of chapter twenty five chapter twenty six of the silver bullet by fergus hume this librivox recording is in the public domain
the truth in the room where mrs marsh had died and in the same bed lay the old italian woman dying also she was sitting up with a red woollen shaw wrapped round her bony shoulders and her lean hands told her
told her rosary. Whatever views Sidney might have instilled into her regarding life beyond the grave,
Petronella still remained within the fold of Peter. She was muttering prayer after prayer with the feverish haste,
and the black beads slipped quickly from between her fingers. The room was dusky, dark, and untidy.
Near the bed was a bottle of Keontay and some bread, but the flask was full and the last. The
loaf untouched. Petronella was past earthly food. Herrick saw the mark of death on her yellow face.
She seemed pleased to see him, and not at all afraid. Receiving him with a chuckle,
she interpreted the look in his eyes. So he has told you that young Signore, she said in her own
tongue. Ah, I thought he would. It was time. But too late, signor, doctori, too late for the
prison. I go into purgatory. Ten pounds for masses, signor. You'll see that they are said.
Then I may get into paradise to rest. I need rest. All my life I have worked hard. The good God
will not be hard on poor old Petronella. Dr. Jim took a chair by the bedside and felt her pulse.
You need nourishing food, Petronella, he said soothingly. A cup of
soup now.
Uh-huh, signor, doctori, that will not help me. I am dying. You do not know, I never told you.
Cancer, signor, a bad cancer. I shall die. I may be able to. No, I do not want that.
They would put me in prison. Let me die. The unsignor said I would die. It is foolish to live.
I will go to my padrona and explain.
then you did shoot the colonel petronella c c the old woman coughed he was a devil man he was cruel to my pedrona to the young signor also he had the evil eye hard to kill
oh yes she chuckled but the silver bullet ah yes the silver bullet dr jim looked at her in silence he wondered that he had not suspected petronella before after bess had told him about the bullet
he had been certain that the person who had fired the shot was of a superstitious nature mrs marsh being italian might have thought of the same thing but she was educated and above such folly
Petronella, a woman of the people with futile instincts, had clung to that wild belief of the
Middle Ages.
She was the one person of Dr. Jim's acquaintances who would have dreamed of such a thing,
and her he had not suspected.
Why did you use a silver bullet, Petronella?
Ah, the man was a divallo, a witch creature.
He had the evil eye.
Did I not meet with an accident after he had over-reveld?
looked me it was better that he should die rather than live to ruin the signora a silver bullet only in that way signor can those aided by the devil perish i am not sorry no it was a good deed the young signor said so
all the same petronella i must tell you that frisco is accused of this murder he is in prison it is unfair that he should suffer for what you have done so you must make confession
i have done so signor doctori i wrote with my own hand in my own language that i petronella had slain this devil man with a silver bullet even so said herrick but i want to write down your confession myself you can see
sign it, and the police officer can witness it. Thus, will the man who is in prison for your
crime be saved? The police echoed Petronella, I. I knew they would come, but they will not
put me in prison, signor, I die, I die, and that soon. Ah, as you will? But you have been good to me,
I will do what you want. Yonder in the corner, signor, the Padrona's ink and pen also.
the paper. Write down what I say, and I will sign. What does it matter? Now I die. Jim found the
materials, and placing them on the little round table, looked at Petronella. She nodded, and muttered
a prayer, then began to speak in her usual rapid manner. She spoke in Italian, but Dr. Jim,
for the benefit of Bridge, translated it into English. Luckily Herrick was an excellent linguist,
and found no difficulty in doing this seor began petronella it happened in this way i was at the house of that devilman with the seora oh a long time ago
the pedrona went to ask him for money he refused the cursed robber and we were so poor so poor my signora the last of a great race poor grandio it was evil that she should be poor
But the devilman would give not one lira.
Ah, no, he kept all.
I was angered because of my padrona.
I saw on the table a cup of silver and that I took.
You stole the cup?
Why not?
My padrona was poor.
That devil man saw me.
He struck me.
Yes, even meet Petronella, a free Italian.
And he overlooked me with his evil eye.
I shuddered.
I knew that I would have an accident, and the next day I hurt myself.
Ah, the wicked wretch! I gave back the cup as he made me.
But when we went down the stairs, I took another of silver.
This time he saw me not, and I carried it here under my shawl.
What did Mrs. Marsh say?
My padrona was angry, but I did not care.
I did not sell the silver cup as she was angered.
but I kept it, yes, for the silver bullet.
Herk looked up from his writing.
Had you made up your mind then to kill Colonel Carr, he asked?
No, not then.
I should have liked to, because he cast on me the evil eye.
Ah, dear myo, I made horns, but it was no use.
I had an accident.
No, signor doctori.
I did not wish to kill him then, very much.
Later on, when the will,
the will.
Did you know about the will?
C.C. It was that Frisco told me.
I was in the market, he also, and he had the wine in him.
He talked foolishly and said that a signor would make another will, leaving all the money
to him.
I saw that my poor Padrona and the young Signor Stefano would be ruined.
I came back and told the signora.
She was angered.
then she said she would go to see this devil man signor here petronella clutched herrick by the wrist i knew that my padrona had a temper she could rage i feared what she might do
i watched ah yes i watched she was to dine with a padre at saxon and then see the wicked signor did you not know she would see him in the afternoon no she said she would go about
nine and see him, that after his dinner he would be in a good temper and might not do this wrong.
Signor, I saw that she took with her a pistol.
The revolver of Mr. Marsh?
C.C., she took it from the case in the room of the young Signor, Stefano.
I saw her.
I knew that if the devilman laughed at her, she would kill him.
Yes, she would.
No Petronella, said Dr. Jim soothingly.
she only met to frighten him.
So she said in the letter you gave me.
No, signor, replied the old woman indignantly.
The daughter of the Michelotti would not be so weak.
She would have killed him.
Upon my soul, muttered Herrick, I believe she would.
I was in great alarm, signor, when on Petronella,
I thought if she did so that she would be put in prison.
It was terrible to think so.
i was angered against the devil-man he had struck me he had looked upon me with the evil eye now he would tempt my signora to kill him and so be put in prison i saw that all would be lost then i said to myself to me petronella that i would kill him alone
the old woman drew herself up in bed and looked majestic as she spoke herrick was profoundly sorry for her she had carried her
futile instincts to excess, and had so jeopardized her life for the sake of her mistress.
He understood well how she had been urged to do this, the blow, the evil eye, the possibility
of her young master being ruined by another will, and above all, the chance that her Signora
might kill the man herself, a fiery, faithful creature like Petronella, could not let such
things be. As she said, she made up her mind to kill Carr, before Mrs. Marsh could see him.
Where she made the mistake was that she thought her mistress would see the man at night.
As a matter of fact, she did, but already had seen him in the day. Perhaps Mrs. Marsh guessed
what Petronella might do, and she had told a falsehood about the time of calling at the pines.
When the Signora departed, said Petronella, rocking to and fro, for she was in pain,
I got my pistol.
See, signor, it was the pistol of my husband.
He fought for the king when we freed Italy.
I, too, was in the war.
I shot many, oh many, he showed me I was not afraid to shoot.
This piece of information showed Herrick how it was Carr had been shot through the heart.
Petronella, having been in the Italian War of Liberation, knew how to handle firearms.
Probably, she was an excellent Marx woman.
The shooting of Carr proved her to be so.
I had bullets, said Petronella, but they were of lead.
I knew that the devil-man, protected by the wicked one, could not be slain by only leaden bullets.
I wanted a silver one.
Ah, grand deal!
there was no silver in this house.
Then I thought of the cup I had taken.
I got it and melted it down over a big fire.
I made three bullets in the mold of my husband.
I took his powder flask, but it was empty.
The young Signore Stefano had powder in his room.
I stole it.
Then I loaded the pistol and set it aside till the night.
Where was Mr. Marshall this time? asked Herrick.
he was in the house in the afternoon and went to eat with a friend of his signor barker the newspaper editor said dr jim
he remembered that this was the man who looked after the bea of minster chronicle and took an interest in stephen's poetry he dined with him see seor and said he would not be back till late he was to bring home the signora from saxon i was all alone and i saw that he would not be back till late he was to bring home the signora from saxon i was all alone and i saw that
saw what I could do.
And what did you do, Petronella?
I hid the pistol in my shaw and walked the Saxon.
I got there before eight.
I went to the big house.
I found it empty.
I climbed the stairs where I knew the devil man would be in the tower.
He was standing by his bed dressed to eat.
He took up a pistol, but let it down when he saw it was only old Petronella.
You mean he still held the pistol?
Yes, I waited for a moment.
As he stared at me, and then shot him.
I aimed for the heart, said Petronella, hugging her knees.
The silver bullet went through the heart.
Oh, my husband showed me how to shoot, Signor.
What did you do then?
I made sure the devil man was dead.
He fell on his face.
Then I went down the stairs.
I saw someone.
I did not know who it was.
but the young signora told me he was there.
I ran through the pine wood and he followed.
I hid behind a tree, and then after a time I got home.
No one knew that I had been out,
and when the signora—
And the young signor Stefano came back, I said nothing.
The signora looked white, she said nothing to me,
but I knew that she had seen the devil man.
What did I care?
She could not kill him again.
That is all, singora.
you lost the pistol i lost my husband's pistol said petronella precisely it dropped from my pocket when i ran i did not care no one would know that it belonged to me then i heard friscoe had gone i was glad
they would not think i had killed the devil man didn't mrs marsh suspect my signora no she said nothing i was certain she had fired the other three shots
for I know my signora.
Also, I looked at the revolver in the case when she put it back.
If Frisco had been arrested at once, would you have spoken out?
No, Frisco was a bad man, too.
I would be glad if they put him in prison.
Why do you tell me now, then?
The Un Signor made me tell.
Ah, he is a terrible, young signor.
He makes me afraid.
He said I would die.
and that I must tell at once or he would speak to the police.
Well, I have told, and I die.
Have you all down, sign, I will sign.
Ah, Diomio, she started up in bed, the police.
It was indeed Bridge who entered with a red face and astonished eyes.
He was followed by Sidney, looking calm,
just as though the inspector had not been scolding him all the way because he had,
not told about Petronella before, but it took someone stronger than Inspector Bridge to frighten
Sydney. For a moment, the inspector stared at the bed and, at his prisoner as he regarded
the old woman. Then he spoke to Dr. Jim.
"'This is an extraordinary thing, sir,' he said slowly.
"'Very assented Herrick. I only knew of it myself an hour ago.
I thought this young gentleman was telling me a lie.
It is the truth, said Petronella, pointing to Herrick.
The Signor has written all down.
Here, see me sign my name, and you can say I signed it.
Inspector Bridge wanted to talk, with Dr. Jim made him a sign to be silent.
The old woman was sinking fast, and there was no time to be lost.
With great difficulty, she signed her name.
Herrick and Bridge appended their signatures, and all.
was over.
This will set Frisco free, said Bridge, and now I must see about getting a warrant out for this
woman.
It is too late, said Dr. Jim.
She's dying.
She won't die, said Bridge, with a disdainful smile.
All this is done to cheat the law.
I have a policeman downstairs.
He shall come up and watch her while I go for a warrant of arrest.
She will die before sunset, said Sidney.
calmly, and went to the old woman. He took her hand. Goodbye, Petronella. You will be happy soon.
You know what is to be done. See, see, I know, I am happy. I will go to my husband, said Petronella.
Then she looked at Dr. Jim with a worn smile. I did it for my Signora, she said. You can go.
You can do me no good now. Herrick saw that well enough. However, he was.
went to see if he could get a nurse to heat some soup and revive the woman. To be sure
it was little use bringing her back to health and strength just to hang her. But Dr. Jim acted
for the best. He went out with Sidney and the inspector, leaving two policemen in charge.
Bridge had the confession in his pocket and intended to go up to town to deliver it into
the hands of the proper authorities. Friscoe had to be released.
seeing that he was innocent.
And I always thought he was, said Bridge, lying in the most shameless manner.
Sidney looked after the man with a queer smile when he went away.
He's only wasting time, said the boy.
We may keep the old woman alive till to-morrow, said Herrick.
Sidney shook his head.
She will die before sunset, he said.
Out of sheer perversity, Dr. Jim wanted to thwart.
this prophecy. He saw that bad as Petronella was, she could be kept alive by stimulants,
and this he intended to do, if only to baffle this extraordinary boy. For once in a way
he wished to prove Sidney in the wrong. The boy, perhaps, guessed his intentions,
for he smiled again, and then said abruptly that he was going back to Saxon.
"'Will you tell them what has happened?' asked Herrick.
no replied sidney after a pause i'm not fond of talking you can tell them if you like very good said dr jim coolly then you ask ida frank and bess to be at the pines about five o'clock
i shall return by that time and then everything can be explained thank heaven we know the truth at last it is about time that the matter came to an end will you be at the pines also
i'm going to have a long sleep said sidney i feel very tired he turned away with a nod and herrick stared after him jim was a doctor of the most advanced school
he had studied much he was quick and seeing things and on the whole prided himself on his knowledge but he could make nothing of sidney the boy and his ways were beyond him altogether sidney would have baffled a committee of doctors
herc searched for a nurse and found one speedily for he knew where to go he brought her back to the house and said her to eat some soup then he gave various directions sent out for certain medicine and did what he could to revive the strength of the old woman
bridge allowed petronella to have the bedroom to herself but he kept two policemen in the house and got out his warrant nothing was known in the town about the matter as bridge wished to wait until all was in order before telling the public
he foresaw the glory would accrue to him by the story he intended to tell he had resolved to give sidney and herrick no more credit than he could help
Dr. Jim guessed as much when he heard Bridge talking.
But he was rather pleased than otherwise.
He did not want the slightest freak of the uncanny changeling
to be talked about.
Besides, Bridge amused him.
He was so very human in his love of praise.
His philanthropic work being ended,
Herrick walked back to Saxon.
He reached the pines sometime after five.
and already found the assembled party impatiently expecting his arrival sidney it appeared had judge said sufficient to pique the curiosity of his family
he hinted that some untoward event had occurred with which herrick was connected but refused to say what it was then he had retired the bed in full daylight and announced that he was going to sleep for twenty-four hours what was to be done with such a boy
boy. He grows more eccentric every day, sighed Ida.
Stephen laughed. Oh, his eccentricities are harmless enough, that is if, here he caught
Herrick's eyes and hesitated. He did not know but what Sidney might have confessed the crime
of which Frisco had accused him.
Oh, that's all right, said Jim cheerily.
What is, asked Bess, wondering at the sudden relief expressed on Stephen's face.
Jim, you have something to tell us?
He has something very important about the murder.
The murder of Carr, cried Frank astonished.
Oh, I thought that was done with long ago.
On the contrary, said Dr. Jim,
I have been working at it all these months trying to learn the truth.
Stephen and Bess have been helping me.
Well, said Ida, looking from her lover to the doctor,
I do call it mean
I should have been told.
It would only have worried you, dear, said the squire.
But what is the difficulty?
cried Frank, puzzled.
Frisco killed the colonel.
There was no secret about that.
Frisco did not kill Carr, said Herrick.
The jury were wrong.
So were we all.
It was Petronella who shot the man.
Stephen jumped up, as Bess uttered a cry of amazement.
Petronella, he stammered.
Thank God Sidney did not do it.
Sidney cried Bess and Ida in a breath.
Herrick hurriedly explained.
Frisco accused Sidney because he was in the house at the time of the murder.
That was when you were looking for him, Bess, do you remember?
I should think so, she cried.
No wonder I could not find him.
But Petronella?
Was the pistol hers and the silver bullet?
what are you talking about bess dear let me explain said dr jim before bess could answer ida it is a long story and i think you will find it interesting and then
herrick told the whole complicated case from the time he and joyce found the dead body of colonel carr in the tower which now no longer existed he was frequently interrupted with exclamations of horror from ida and a rage from frank
when he ended the latter jumped up if i meet that little wretch joyce again said frank i'll break every bone in his body the idea of trying to mix up best in the matter
he has received a worse punishment than a thrashing said stephen i think you can leave him to the punishment of destiny frank a babel of voices ensued every one was talking at once and for fully an hour they discussed the case in all its bearings
i suppose frisco will be released now said bess triumphantly i knew that he was innocent i said so all along all the same he's a bad lot remarked herrick the less we have to do with him the better
i don't think he'll come down here again in a hurry said marsh car thankfully and santiago has sailed for mexico thus we are rid of the whole gang hello what's that it was a violent ringing at the door
and herrick started to his feet looking perturbed i hope nothing is wrong he said i'm getting so nervous with all this that i'm always expecting the worst of tidings
as he spoke the footman ushered in inspector bridge in a state of excitement the man could hardly speak and was scarlet in the face with suppressed rage and alarm i beg your pardon he said to the company but this woman petronella
what is the matter asked dr jim she is dead all looked at one another and before sunset remarked herrick thinking of sidney how did it happen bridge
she had a bottle of chloral under her pillow and while the nurse's back was turned she drank it i was called too late she is as dead as a door-nail and has spoiled a most beautiful case
leaving the others to discuss the matter with bridge herrick hastily excused himself he ran across the bifstead and up into sidney's bedroom the boy was sleeping quietly but dr jim woke him promptly
i say he cried shaking the boy's shoulder she's dead petronella said sidney drowsily i know she is i said she would die before sunset
you told her to take that chloral no said sidney in a sleepy manner she wanted to take it before she confessed but i stopped her but she was bound to die i said she might get out of the world more easily if she took it i dare say she died quietly in a sleep
you have behaved shamefully cried herrick wrathfully no she was bound to die in any case why should she not die as she pleased
go away dr jim i want to sleep and sidney closed his eyes herrick in face of this calmness was helpless so he departed the boy had baffled him to the very end
end of chapter twenty six chapter twenty seven of the silver bullet by fergus hume this librivovon's recording is in the public domain in this way the trouble left as a legacy by the wicked
Colonel came to an end. Frisco was duly tried, and on the confession of Petronella he was acquitted.
A very meagre report of the proceedings appeared in the newspapers. In taking down the confession,
Herrick had not inserted the fact of Mrs. Marsh's connection with the matter.
Friscoe said nothing to his counsel about the three shots fired after the Colonel was dead.
Therefore, the name of Stephen's stepmother was spared the disgrace of her mad, impulsive act.
For obvious reasons, the most interesting part of the case was left untold, and the public never knew the complications that had ensued in searching for the assassin.
Frisco was tried briefly, was acquitted, and when set free, he disappeared.
Where he went, no one knew, and no one cared.
by the advice of dr jim stephen paid the belcher and kid the reward that he had promised for the capture of frisco herrick was afraid that if it was not paid that the two might search into the matter more particularly than would be agreeable to the feelings of marsh car
stephen saw this danger himself and gladly sent a check for the money belcher and kidd will get no more business from dr herrick and i hope i never come in connection with detective business again said herrick earnestly
it is all very well to read about but in real life it is not supleasant however we have done with it all certainly he was done with a case but not entirely with frisco
one day the ex-sailor arrived at saxon and asked to see mr marsh car at the time stephen was indoors and luckily for him dr herrick had not gone out
when the name of friscoe was given the two looked at one another in surprise they had hoped never to hear it again shall i see him jim asked stephen doubtfully certainly i shall see him also replied herrick
he can have come here for no good purpose but i would rather have him as an open enemy than striking in the dark the consequence of this speech was that friscoe was shown in to the library
he was glad to see marsh car and visibly annoyed to find that the doctor was present my business is private said frisco you must tell it to me in the presence of dr herrick said stephen senting trouble
i do nothing without his advice worse luck growled frisco and sat down with a scowl harrick laughed you do not seem pleased that you have escaped the gallows frisco he said or perhaps you are sorry the criminal did not turn out to be sidney
i don't care of fig who it was so long as it wasn't me replied the ex-sailer huh fancy car being shot by an old hag after going through the
after going through all the dangers he did always thought he'd have a mean end this is beside the point said stephen as i suppose you did not come here to criticise my uncle who had better tell me your business
it's not pleasant business said friscoe coolly so i should expect seeing that you have come about it said the squire however i shall be pleased to hear what it is
friscoe took a paper out of his pocket i don't think you will he said i have here mr marsh carr the last will of the colonel stephen started to his feet and turned pale herrick who had been listening intently struck in
i suppose it leaves all the money to you mr joyce frisco no growled frisco and you needn't seor it's a good will for you if it's true what robin says
and what does robin say that you are to marry miss bess that is perfectly true replied herrick coolly but i do not see what she has to do with your business you will soon dr herick the money is left to her
what cried stephen loudly car has left his money to bess you bet here's the will and frisco threw it across the table he said she was the only man amongst the lot of you see how honest i am herrick
i want to make you a rich man cause you stood by me in trouble i never forget a pal not me meantime stephen and jim were looking over the paper why cried herrick bursting into a laugh
it's not worth the paper it's written on here is the colonel's signature but there are no witnesses ah you see that do you said friscoe with a chuckle
that's so but i tell you that if my milksop had married the girl my fool's son robin i mean there would have been witnesses and the will would have been proved in law i dare say said stephen who sat down again with a recovered color
Well, even if this will, had been genuine, I should not have minded.
There's no one I would give the money to sooner than Dr. Herrick.
Stuffin' nonsense, cried Jim, although he reddened with pleasure at this tribute of friendship.
As if I or Bess, would have taken a penny of it.
Oh, I see what your game was, Friscoe.
You went it Robin to marry Bess, and then you would have got witnesses to this will.
and taken the money from stephen is that so that is so rejoined friscoe leaning back as the fool could not get the girl i tried the other plan of stopping marsh going to the vault
that failed because of you dr herrick if it had not been for you i'd have had that money you confess your villainy's very coolly said marsh car sharply do you know that i can lay you by the heels for that assault
oh no you can't twas santiago struck you you can't prove that i had anything to do with it and said frisco impudently you would not if you could remember i held my tongue about
yes yes said stephen hastily it was good of you to say nothing about my unhappy mother i am so far indebted to you ah that's just what i've come about what do you mean asked jim sharply
lord doc you ain't half sharp enough i want the squire here to give me a thousand pounds to start afresh i and robin are going back to the states and we want something to begin life on
that's only fair putting stephen eagerly i am wait a bit said jim let us hear on what grounds frisco asks you to do this frisco was quite ready to show grounds well in the first place i held my tongue about mrs marsh firing at the dead body
yes i owe you something for that said stephen flushing and wincing in the second said frisco raising his finger i brought you that will unwitness so that you can still keep the money
if robin had got the girl i shouldn't have done that my name is one witness and santiago has another and where would you be santiago was never in this house said herrick and a will has to be signed when the tester and the witnesses
are together.
Oh, I'd have arranged all that.
My own signature, you could not dispute,
as I was Carr's right-hand man.
I'd have paid Santiago half a year's income to sign.
He'd have done it like a shot,
and the will would have stood any test then.
That is true enough, said Herrick, reflectively,
so long as the Colonel's signature was right,
the rest was easy.
Where did you get this will?
It was on his table.
He must have been fooling with it
when the old woman Petronella
shot him.
It was about this will that Mrs. Marsh
made such a fuss, only
she thought the money was to be left
to me.
Ah, you let that out yourself.
Being drunk, said Frisco with a laugh,
well, I took away the will
and afterwards thought to use it
by marrying Robin to Bess and Dakot.
But you see, Mr. Mark,
he added, turning to Stephen, I did not have the witnesses' names put.
So you keep the money instead of handing it over to Miss Bess.
Whether he had done so or not, cried Dr. Jim hotly,
Bess would not have taken it. The money is rightfully Stevens.
Ah, that brings me to the third point, said Friscoe, unmoved.
I worked for that money. I went through hot and cold and danger to get it.
half of it should have been mine but carr had the whip hand on me so i'm out of it now gentlemen i know where that cash is if you'll give me a thousand to fit out an expedition we'll cry quits i and robin are going to get more treasure car didn't take away the lot
but remember that the indians are worn said herrick they have very likely removed the rest of the jewels that's what i've got to find out said frisco and robin is coming along with me to be made a man of well these three points mr marsh are clear enough
i ought to have half the money but as you have the upper hand i ask a thousand pounds has my right i certainly think you are entitled to that much said stephen what time you are entitled to that much said stephen what time you are entitled to that much said stephen what
do you say, Herrick? I'm with you, Steve. Give him the money. Friscoll chuckled while
Stephen wrote out a check for the amount. When the ex-sailer placed it in his pocket,
he stood up to go, well, gentlemen, he said, with some sort of emotion. I thank you for
this treatment. You are both white men. I have behaved badly, but this makes all square. I can tell
you one thing, Mr. Marsh, that you will have no further trouble about the money.
money. Even if the Indians knew they would do nothing to you now that car has gone. As to the plan,
I dare say his body by this time is, well, no matter. I'll go out of your life, gentlemen,
so does Robin, to be made a man of. There remains Santiago. He won't trouble you. I'm going
to shoot him when I drop across him in Mexico. You can do what you like there, Frisco, I dare say.
another crime won't matter much to you it wouldn't be a crime but an act of justice he played me a dirty trick dr herrick however i'm off you won't shake hands so i don't offer
so long gentlemen both said frisco walking towards the door and may you live long and be happy as to that devil car friscoe spat and then departed they never saw him again
a year later information came through a newspaper stating the fate of an expedition that had gone into the interior of peru the indians of the cordilleras had attacked the camp and the three white men who led the expedition were killed
their names were joyce alyos frisco his son robin and a mexican called santiago poor robin said herrick when he read this to his wife he was a mean little scoundrel
but I'm sorry that he came to such an end.
As to Santiago, Frisco must have made it up with him
and taken him to look after the treasure.
Well, the whole three are dead, let us forget them.
But this is anticipating.
On the evening of the day when Frisco appeared,
Stephen announced, to the assembled Biffs,
that Dr. Herrick intended to accept half the income
of the wicked colonel with the permission of Bess.
jim was on his feet at once come he cried very red i intend to do nothing of the sort what rubbish you are talking steve i only ask bess to read this paper said stephen and gave bess the incomplete will
ah true replied herrick it is only fair that she should decide for herself but i'll have no part in the matter the colonel's going to leave his money to me said bess well i never heard of herrick it is only fair that she should decide for herself but i'll have no part in the matter the colonel's going to leave his money to me said bess well i never heard
such nonsense, Stephen, as if I would take a penny from you or Ida.
I told you so, cried Dr. Jim triumphantly.
I knew Bess would think the same as I.
Hurrah, Bess, kiss me.
Is this a proper will, Steve? asked Ida, looking at the paper.
No Friscoe brought it here today to cause trouble,
but as you see there are no witnesses, so it is not valid.
And yet you want to offer me half the money?
"'Take it, Bess,' cried Ida.
"'I am sure Stephen and I can live well on four thousand a year.'
"'I won't,' said Bess.
"'These were the Colonel's intentions.
"'Very kind, I'm sure.
"'But even if the will were legal, I should not accept.
"'Jim, am I not right?'
"'Perfectly right, darling, you and I will make our own way.
"'It's all nonsense,' said Stephen.
"'You must take some money.
"'It is only fair that the Colonel's intentions
should be respected in some way.
There was a great deal of argument,
finally Bess and Dr. Herrick agreed
to take one thousand a year for life.
There, said Ida, kissing her sister,
I hope that is all right.
And now Jim will go away, said Stephen gloomily.
Not until the year's end,
and until the money is firmly in your possession,
was the reply of the doctor, remember,
you have some months' visits to pay
to the vault. Even though Frisco is gone, we must carry out the will.
And at the end of the year, I'll establish myself in practice somewhere, said Dr. Herrick,
perhaps in Bealminster, so as to be near you. Bess can then go on writing for the
weekly chronicle.
Indeed I shall write a novel, cried Bess, I want a London fame.
And so it was settled. For a year Herrick remained at the pines with the squads, with a
squire. Then there was a double wedding. Ida and Stephen came back to live in the wicked
colonel's house, and Dr. Herrick and his bride established himself in a comfortable mansion in
Bealminster. He became immensely popular, and also having married into a county family,
he was much sought after by the county invalids. Frank and Sidney were left at Biffstead,
and Flo came home to keep house for them.
The Reverend Pentland Corn gave up his charge of the parish, and went out to the east as a missionary.
No one could understand the reason for this folly, as they called it, save Herrick.
He understood only too well, and his was the last hand.
Pentland Corn clasped when he left England for India.
His place was taken by a young and amiable rector, who will probably marry Flo Endicott.
Then Frank will have to keep howlop.
himself or marry in self-defense.
As to Sidney the queer boy, Herrick took the young gentleman in hand and tried to make him
a healthy man.
He made him ride, shoot, swim, and indulge in all manner of outdoor sports.
At first, Sidney rebelled.
But as he was really fond of Herrick, he began to take kindly to the regime.
The consequence was he became more of a boy in a few months and actually began to be a
began to eat meat. Herrick watched over him with the greatest care, and gradually Sidney
lost his unpleasant faculty of seeing things. He went to college, and there he now is becoming
rapidly more of a normal person. Once he met with a theophysist who told him after hearing
a story that he had sunk the spirit in the flesh and blamed Herrick severely. In fact,
this gentleman took a journey to Saxon to see and expostulate with Herrick on the wickedness
of debasing the psychic gifts of the boy. I would rather see him a healthy man, said the doctor
impatiently. In what you say, there may be a good deal, but the boy is now in better health
and easier to live with. Ah, you do not deserve to have such a person in the family, said the
the officist, but your work will not endure forever. You have made Mr. Endicott eat meat and
materialized him, but in a few years he will recover his gift. It will be stronger than ever.
Then I hope he won't come here, said Herrick. I have ever a respect for a person so gifted,
but I don't like them. To have one at your elbow, who sees into the future and foretells
death, and is always seeing creatures of the air, is horrible.
You are a skeptic, Dr. Herrick.
No, I think there are many things of which we know nothing.
I mean in regard to what we talk about, but for my part,
I want to do my duty in this life and leave all these occult things to people who like
them.
I should like my brother-in-law to act likewise, however, he is in good health now,
and I should be sorry to see him relapse into the state he was when I first met him.
Thereupon the theophist sighed and departed.
All the same, he is keeping a watch over Sidney,
and should the boy again develop the clairvoyant faculty,
he will be made better use of by those who understand.
And then a happy day came when in Stephen's arms was placed a boy.
Bess Herrick placed him therein.
do you know who this is she asked my son and heir replied stephen bending over the infant what else or who else should he be
the first the very first really innocent creature who has been in this house for close upon a century that is complimentary to us all bess said her husband who had entered the room but what if he is
best looked solemn i think he is the guardian angel of ida and steve to keep away the evil spirit of colonel carr come now bess you are not like sidney who have not seen
i have seen nothing jim but the village people are already making a legend about the wicked colonel they say he walks i hope now that this innocent child is here
that they will leave off inventing such horrid things i don't want the pines to have the reputation of being haunted and you know how stories grow jim
i know this replied dr herrick that carr was murdered in a room which has vanished in the thin air if his ghost walks anywhere it must be in the pine wood there's no call for him to haunt this place
some one repeated the saying of herrick's and what he had said in jest was spoken of in earnest in a few months it was commonly reported that the wicked colonel had been seen in the pine wood surrounded with a red glow significant of the habitation of his spirit
for its sins dwelt in in vain more sensible people laughed at this tale it came to be firmly believed in and it was said that when any misfortune was about to befall the marsh car family
that the shade of the colonel appeared it is the penalty of greatness said dr jim to stephen a county family is not really respectable until it has its private ghost
and in this way wicked colonel carr became a tradition end of chapter twenty seven end of the silver bullet by fergus hume
