Detective and mystery stories, English; Police -- Fiction; Short stories
I briefly and coolly informed him; and he was for some minutes
overwhelmed with consternation and astonishment. He had not, he said,
even heard of the catastrophe at his uncle's. Still, amazed and
bewildered as he was, no sign which I could interpret into an indication
of guilt escaped him.
"I do not wish to obtrude upon your confidence, Mr. Bristowe," I
remarked, after a long pause; "but you must perceive that unless the
circumstances I have related to you are in some way explained, you stand
in a perilous predicament."
"You are right," he replied, after some hesitation. "_It is_ a tangled
web; still, I doubt not that some mode of vindicating my perfect
innocence will present itself."
He then relapsed into silence; and neither of us spoke again till the
coach stopped, in accordance with a previous intimation I had given the
coachman, opposite the gate of the Kendal prison. Mr. Bristowe started,
and changed color, but instantly mastering his emotion, he calmly said,
"You of course but perform your duty; mine is not to distrust a just and
all-seeing Providence."
We entered the jail, and the necessary search of his clothes and luggage
was effected as forbearingly as possible. To my great dismay we found
amongst the money in his purse a Spanish gold piece of a peculiar
coinage, and in the lining of his portmanteau, very dexterously hidden,
a cross set with brilliants, both of which I knew, by the list forwarded
to the London police, formed part of the plunder carried off from Five
Oaks' House. The prisoner's vehement protestations that he could not
conceive how such articles came into his possession, excited a derisive
smile on the face of the veteran turnkey; whilst I was thoroughly
dumb-founded by the seemingly complete demolition of the theory of
innocence I had woven out of his candid open manner and unshakeable
hardihood of nerve.
"I dare say the articles came to you in your sleep!" sneered the turnkey
as we turned to leave the cell.
"Oh," I mechanically exclaimed, "in his sleep! I had not thought of
that!" The man stared; but I had passed out of the prison before he
could express his surprise or contempt in words.
The next morning the justice-room was densely crowded, to hear the
examination of the prisoner. There was also a very numerous attendance
of magistrates; the case, from the position in life of the prisoner, and
the strange and mysterious circumstances of the affair altogether,
having excited an extraordinary and extremely painful interest amongst
all classes in the town and neighborhood. The demeanor of the accused
gentleman was anxious certainly, but withal calm and collected; and
there was, I thought, a light of fortitude and conscious probity in his
clear, bold eyes, which guilt never yet successfully stimulated.
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