How he won herSouthworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
General
How he won her
Southworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
American fiction -- 19th century
“I say that I am of the same opinion still. I believe that story of
General Eastworth’s death to be a mere canard, or more than that, a
stratagem to cover his surreptitious visit to Washington. I tell you I
saw and heard him with my own eyes and ears; and I am willing to go
before the provost marshal and lodge the information under oath, that
the great Rebel general was in Washington city, and in this house, last
night between the hours of one and two! If you think my story wants
confirmation, let Justin question his sister as to who her visitor last
night was. I was strongly tempted to do so myself; but I refrained from
consideration for Erminie’s weak state. But let Justin question her
now.”
“Thanks—no, if you please,” said the doctor, emphatically—“not with my
sanction. Colonel Rosenthal and ladies, I must earnestly request you not
even to allude to this strange event in my patient’s hearing. In every
point of view, the subject would be a dangerously exciting one to her.
But I strongly advise you to have the cash-box and plate chest examined,
and a detective policeman sent for. With all respect for your opinion,
Mrs. Goldsborough, I must believe that an accomplished burglar has found
his way into the house, and probably effected a robbery.”
And with these words the doctor turned to Miss Conyers, silently placed
a packet and letter in her hands, took up his hat, shook hands with his
friends, and went away.
“It will do no harm to follow his advice, Elfie,” said Justin, touching
the bell once more. “We will see if there is anything missing. If there
has been a robbery, it will be clear that the strange visitor was a
burglar. If there has been no robbery, there will be no harm in your
going to the provost marshal and giving the information as you suggest.”
Old Frederica answered the bell, and apologized for presenting herself
by saying:
“If you please, sir, black Bob, he’s not in a fit state to come; he’s
perfectly glowered with the fright.”
“Never mind, Frederica; you’ll do. We have reason to suspect that a
robber got into the house last night. Have you missed anything?”
“Lor’, sir, no—not a thing.”
“Make a thorough search; and especially make a careful examination of
the plate chest; and then come and report to me.”
Frederica left the room to obey.
And then the group broke up.
Justin went to look to the iron chest where money and documents were
kept.
Britomarte, with a face paler than usual, withdrew to examine the letter
and parcel placed in her hands by the doctor.
Elfie went back to the chamber of Erminie.
Meanwhile a thorough search was made of the premises. Not an article was
missing. No robbery had been perpetrated. No vestige of a robber was to
be found. And the mystery thickened.
When Elfie came out of Erminie’s room, she found Justin on the watch for
her.
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