Henry Dunbar: A NovelBraddon, M. E. (Mary Elizabeth)
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Henry Dunbar: A Novel
Braddon, M. E. (Mary Elizabeth)
Fiction
"I had thought it impossible that Margaret should be in Winchester, and
I was only right, it seemed, for the young lady drew herself away from
me abruptly and walked across the road, as if she mistook my error in
addressing her for an intentional insult. I watched her as she walked
rapidly along the narrow street, until she turned sharply away at a
corner and disappeared. When I first saw her, as I stood by the
post-office, the moonlight had shone full upon her. As she went away
the moon was hidden by a fleecy grey cloud, and the street was wrapped
in shadow. Thus it was only for a few moments that I distinctly saw the
outline of her figure. Her face I did not see at all.
"I went back to the hotel and sat by the fire trying to read a
newspaper, but unable to chain my thoughts to the page. Mr. Carter came
in a little before eleven o'clock. He was in very high spirits, and
drank a tumbler of steaming brandy-and-water with great gusto. But
question him how I might, I could get nothing from him except that he
meant to have a search made for the dead man's clothes.
"I asked him why he wanted them, and what advantage would be gained by
the finding of them, but he only nodded his head significantly, and
told me to wait.
* * * * * * * * *
"To-day has been most wretched—a day of miserable discoveries; and yet
not altogether miserable, for the one grand discovery of the day has
justified my faith in the woman I love.
"The morning was cold and wet. There was not a ray of sunshine in the
dense grey sky, and the flat landscape beyond the cathedral seemed
almost blotted out by the drizzling rain; only the hills, grand and
changeless, towered above the mists, and made the landmarks of the
soddened country.
"We took an early and hasty breakfast. Quiet and business-like as the
detective's manner was even to-day, I could see that he was excited. He
took nothing but a cup of strong tea and a few mouthfuls of dry toast,
and then put on his coat and hat.
"'I'm going down to the chief quarters of the county constabulary, he
said. 'I shall be obliged to tell the truth about my business down
there, because I want every facility for what I'm going to do. If you'd
like to see the water dragged, you can meet me at twelve o'clock in the
grove. You'll find me superintending the work.'
"It was about half-past eight when Mr. Carter left me. The time hung
very heavily on my hands between that time and eleven o'clock. At
eleven I put on my hat and overcoat and went out into the rain.
"I found my friend the detective standing in one of the smaller
entrances of the cathedral, in very earnest conversation with an old
man. As Mr. Carter gave me no token of recognition, I understood that
he did not want me to interrupt his companion's talk, so I walked
slowly on by the same pathway along which we had gone on the previous
afternoon; the same pathway by which the murdered man had gone to his
death.
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