"No. If I had been--well, I will not say. But I was not then in my
present position. Had I been so, it would have become my special
department."
"Pray keep me no more in suspense. Tell me what you think."
"That I must not do, or you should know it at once, for my opinion is
formed. It would be a breach of duty for me to tell you now."
"Oh," I cried in my disappointment, "I wish I had never seen you."
"Young lady, you have done your duty in placing the matter before me,
and some day you will rejoice that you did so. One piece of advice I
will give you: change your name immediately, before even the tradesmen
about here know it."
"Change my name, Inspector Cutting! Do you think I am ashamed of my
name?"
"Certainly not. You have shown great intelligence when a mere child;
exert but a little now, and you will see the good sense, or rather the
necessity, of my recommendation. When you have gained your object, you
may resume your name with pride. You have given your information, Miss
Vaughan, as clearly as ever I knew a female give it."
If I detest anything, in the way of small things, it is to be called a
"female." So I said coldly; "Inspector Cutting, I thank you for the
compliment. It would be strange indeed if I could not tell with
precision, what I have thought of all my life."
"Excuse me, Miss, it would not be strange at all, in a female. And now
I will wish you ’good night.’ You shall hear from me when needful.
Meanwhile, I will take charge of these articles."
He began, in the coolest manner, to pack up my sacred relics, dagger,
casts, and all.
"Indeed you won’t," I cried, "you shall not have one of them. What are
you thinking of?"
He went on with his packing. I saw he was resolute; so was I. I sprang
to the door, locked it, and put the key in my pocket. He said nothing,
but smiled.
"Now," I exclaimed in triumph, "you cannot take those away, unless you
dare to outrage a young lady."
I was wholly mistaken. He passed by, without touching me, drew some
instrument from his waistcoat pocket, and the door stood open before
him. All my treasures were in his left hand. I flew at, and snatched
them, and then let go with a scream. A gush of blood poured from my
hand. He had taken the dagger folded in paper only, and I was cut to
the bone. I sank on a chair and fainted.
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