Great Porter Square: A Mystery. v. 3Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
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Great Porter Square: A Mystery. v. 3
Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
Detective and mystery stories; Fiction
The "Germanic" made a rapid passage, and on the day of my arrival in
Liverpool I wrote and sent to the post-office a letter for my son,
telling him to come to the Adelphi Hotel, where I awaited him. I
remained in Liverpool six days, in the hope of seeing my son, and my
hope has not been fulfilled. Then I came on to London, travelling by a
night train. Determining that my presence in the City shall be known
only to my son and my wife, at least for a few days, which time I shall
employ in the endeavour to come to a private arrangement with the woman
who has dishonoured me, I looked about for a lodging in a neighbourhood
where it is likely the movements of a stranger may not be subjected to
curious inquiry. Within half-a-mile from the railway terminus is Great
Porter Square, quiet and retired; it appears to be the very locality I
desire. The houses in this quiet square are mostly lodging-houses, the
landlords and landladies of which are more anxious about their rent than
about the characters of their tenants. In such a neighbourhood men and
women are doubtless in the habit of coming and going, of appearing and
disappearing, without exciting curiosity. Cards of rooms to let were in
a great many windows, and I selected a house, No. 119, and found, upon
inquiry, that I could have a bed-room on the first-floor, or one on the
second. I took the bedroom on the first-floor, which is at the back of
the house, and the landlady informed me that by the end of the week I
could have the adjoining room, the windows of which front the Square, as
the present occupant had given notice to leave. But the back room will
probably suit my purpose for a while. I avoided giving the landlady my
name by paying her a month's rent in advance, with which she appears
perfectly satisfied.
The moment I took possession of my room I wrote two letters, one to my
son at the Liverpool post-office, the other to my wife. In my letter to
Frederick I simply said that I am to be found for a few days at No. 119,
Great Porter Square, and I desired him to hasten to me at once, without
communicating with any person. I have in my previous letters impressed
upon him the importance of secrecy. My letter to my wife also contained
my address. I told her that I have arrived in London and that I am
willing to come to an arrangement with her which will no doubt satisfy
her, and which will keep our affairs from scandal-mongers. I requested
her to call upon me at eleven o'clock to-morrow morning. Until that
hour, therefore, I have nothing to do. The time will hang heavily, and
my only relief is in this diary.
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