Detective and mystery stories; Murder -- Investigation -- Fiction
Being near Winchester, the ancient capital of Saxon England, it was
asserted by archaeologists that Jarlchester, sleepy and dull as it was
in the nineteenth century, had once been an important place. Jarl
means Earl, and Chester signifies a camp; so those wiseacres asserted
that the name Jarlchester meant the Camp of the Earl; from which
supposition arose a fable that Jarl Godwin had once made the little
town his head-quarters when in revolt against pious Edward who built
St. Peter's of Westminster. As Godwin, however, according to history,
never revolted against the King, and generally resided in London, the
authenticity of the story must be regarded as doubtful. Nevertheless,
Jarlchester folks firmly believed in it, and sturdily held to their
belief against all evidence to the contrary, however clearly set
forth.
They were a sleepy lot as a rule, those early-to-bed and early-to-rise
country folk; for nothing had occurred for years to disturb their
sluggish minds, so they had gradually sunk into a state of somnolent
indifference, with few ideas beyond the weather and the crops.
Then Jarlchester, unimportant since Anglo-Saxon times, suddenly became
famous throughout England on account of "The Mystery," and the mystery
was "A Murder."
On this moist November morning, when the whole earth shivered under a
bleak gray sky, a crowd, excited in a dull, bovine way, was assembled
in front of the "Hungry Man Inn," for in the commercial-room thereof,
now invested with a ghastly interest, an inquest was being held on the
body of a late guest of the inn, and the bucolic crowd was curious to
know the verdict.
A long, low-ceilinged apartment this commercial-room, with a narrow
deal table covered with a glaring red cloth down the centre; four tall
windows looking out on to the crowd, who, with faces flattened against
the glass, peered into the room. A jury of lawful men and true, much
impressed with a sense of their importance, seated at the narrow
table; at the top thereof, the coroner, Mr. Carr, bluff, rosy-faced,
and eminently respectable. Near him a slender young man, keen-eyed and
watchful, taking notes (reported by the crowd outside to be a London
detective); witnesses seated here, there, and everywhere among eager
spectators; but the body! oh, where was the body, which was the
culminating point of interest in the whole gruesome affair? The crowd
outside was visibly disappointed to learn that the body was lying
upstairs in a darkened room, and the jury, half eager, half fearful,
having inspected it according to precedent, were now assembled to hear
all procurable evidence as to the mode in which the living man of two
days ago became the body upstairs.
_First Witness_.--Boots. Short, grimy, bashful; pulls forelock
stolidly, shuffles with his feet, is doubtful as to aspirates, and
speaks hoarsely, either from cold--it is raining--or from nervousness
either of the jury or of the body; perhaps both.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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