Miser Farebrother: A Novel (vol. 3 of 3)Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
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Miser Farebrother: A Novel (vol. 3 of 3)
Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
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"The Coroner (to witness): 'Answer my question.'--'I do not know the
precise circumstances, sir. All I know is that they had a violent
quarrel late at night, and that Miss Farebrother left against her
father's wish, and without his consent. After her departure he was very
unhappy, and shed tears.'
"The Coroner: 'Proceed now with the events of the day you are
describing.'--'I sat with my master till ten o'clock, and then there was
a ring at the gate bell. My master said it was a visitor he was
expecting, and I went down and admitted him. I do not know his name,
but for the last three or four years he came perhaps four or five times
a year--always at night--and he and my master would be closeted together
for two or three hours. On this occasion that he was with my master I
went down to the kitchen, and did my work there. I put everything in
order, and saw that the things were in their right places. Among other
things, the knives, which I kept in the dresser drawer.'
"'Have you any reason for particularly mentioning the knives?'--'Yes,
sir. Among them was a large knife with a horn handle, which I had
recently sharpened. My work being finished, I went up to my bedroom,
stopping on my way outside my master's door, and asking him whether he
wanted anything. He answered no, and that I was to get to bed. It was
his usual answer, and I obeyed him; there was nothing to excite my
suspicions. At a little after eleven I was in bed and asleep. I slept
for over two hours, and then I awoke. Sounds in the lower part of the
house had roused me. I listened, and heard some one moving about.
Lighting a candle, I looked at my watch. It was twenty minutes past
one. I was not easy in my mind, and I went down-stairs. I listened a
moment at my master's door, but all was still in the room. There was a
light there, however, and I knocked softly. I got no answer, and I
gently tried the handle; the door was unlocked, and I took a step into
the room. There was no one there but my master, and he was asleep in his
chair. He sometimes slept so for a few hours; he suffered greatly from
gout and rheumatism, and he has said to me that he felt easier in that
position than in bed. I closed the door quietly and went down to the
kitchen, and there, to my astonishment, I saw Miss Farebrother. She had
a knife in her hand, the knife with a horn handle, and she put it
hastily on the table as I entered. The drawer in which I kept my knives
was open; when I went to bed I left it closed. Miss Farebrother was very
angry at my making my appearance, and she asked me how I dared to play
the spy upon her. I told her that I was not playing the spy, and that I
had been disturbed in my sleep by a noise in the house, and I came down
to see what it was. I said something, too, about how astonishing it was
that she should come home at such an hour, and she replied that it was
no business of mine, and that I was to go to my room at once, or she
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