Disappeared From Her Home: A NovelPirkis, Catherine Louisa
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Disappeared From Her Home: A Novel
Pirkis, Catherine Louisa
Detective and mystery stories; Missing persons -- Fiction
He pauses abruptly; large drops of perspiration stand out upon his
forehead, and his outstretched hand trembles with suppressed emotion.
“Had she been lying dead anywhere in the whole land, her body would by
this time have been brought to you, or at any rate news of how and
where she died.”
“Hush, hush!” breaks in Mr. Warden pitifully, as, pale and tottering,
he catches hold of Lord Hardcastle’s arm; “don’t speak to me in this
way, Hardcastle, or you will kill me outright; this last month has made
an old man of me, and a feather’s weight would knock me over now. If
you can see more clearly than any of us what lies in the future, for
mercy’s sake hold back the blow as long as possible.”
There is a pause of some minutes; at last, Varley jumps to his feet,
impatiently—
“For Heaven’s sake, my dear fellow,” he exclaims, “don’t croak any more
than you can help, but help us a little with your wisdom and advice. I
have Mr. Warden’s permission to travel over the old ground again, and
we are to commence this very hour; tell us what you purpose doing?”
“I shall wait and watch,” replies Hardcastle, unconsciously repeating
Mr. Hill’s own words, “the clue will discover itself somewhere,
somehow, when we least expect it; here, more likely, than anywhere
else; and it needs a hearing ear and a seeing eye to seize and follow
it up. You may wander hither and thither, if you will, I shall remain
here, and wait and watch.”
“Strange,” said Mr. Warden, musingly, “your words are the echo of what
was said to me yesterday, by the professional detective I employed.”
Then he related to them in detail the examination of the servants by
Mr. Hill, and his parting advice.
“Have the girl, Williams, in at once, Mr. Warden,” exclaims Frank,
“question her as to what she has, or has not done; let me,” he adds,
eagerly, “ask her one or two questions; depend upon it, they will be to
the point.”
But to this the two other gentlemen object, Mr. Warden considering it
an unjust thing to attach suspicion to the girl on account of the
misdeeds of her brother; and Lord Hardcastle alleging that by so doing
they would defeat their own object by putting the girl on her guard.
“Let us wait and watch,” once more he implores. But Frank shakes his
head, “Waiting and watching may suit some men,” he says, “but for me it
is an impossibility. I must do something, and at once, or I shall blow
my brains out; that is, if I have any,” he adds, with a grim smile, and
a shrug of his shoulders.
Forthwith he departs to organize a body of volunteers once more to
scour the whole county—to search commons and through woods—to cut fern
and furze from shady hollows and dark corners, where, by any chance, a
secret might be hidden. Once more to drag rivers and streams, and
search under hedges, and in reed-grown ditches; and finally to question
and re-question every man, woman, and child far or near, as to their
recollection of the day’s occurrences of the 14th of August.
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