Great Porter Square: A Mystery. v. 2Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
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Great Porter Square: A Mystery. v. 2
Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
Detective and mystery stories; Fiction
See, now--I am writing with so much confidence and assurance that
anyone who did not know me would suppose I had a very wise head on my
shoulders. Well, it may not be very wise, but it is clever and cunning,
and that is just what is wanted--cunning to meet cunning. What is it
Shakespeare says about wearing your heart upon your sleeve? Not for
me; I will keep my heart hidden, where only you can find it, and will
wear in its place something that will make me smile, or pout, or
cry--whichever will best serve my turn.
You see, my dear, I am on the spot, and in a position which gives me
such immense advantages. Your father has been cruelly murdered--the
discovery of the murderer will lead to all the rest. There is in this
house a man who is in some way interested in the mystery, who is living
under an assumed name, who paints and wears a wig, and who endeavours to
pass himself off as a foreigner. I must find out who this Richard Manx
really is, and what is his motive in taking a room at the very top of
the house, and in presenting himself here under a disguise. It is to him
I have traced the report that our house and the next are haunted. He has
a purpose in spreading the report. Perhaps it is because he does not
wish the house to be let until he has found what he is searching for in
the room in which your poor father was killed. He might take it himself
you say. But would not this be to attract to himself an amount of
attention which would not be agreeable to him? As to his being as poor
as he professes to be, I do not believe a word of it. He has taken up
his quarters here in such a manner as to cause him to be but little
noticed, and it has been done with deliberate intention.
I could say a hundred other things, my mind is so crowded, but I have no
time. I shall not send this letter through the post. Asleep in my bed is
a trusty little friend, who will faithfully carry out what I give her
to do. She will come to you, and you can say whatever you please to
her--give her what message you like--and do not attempt to employ her
in any other way than in bringing to me whatever you wish me to receive.
I myself have a very delicate piece of work for her to do.
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