Detective and mystery stories, English; Police -- Fiction; Short stories
"Mr. Waters," said Mr. Smith with a good deal of sternness, as soon as
we were alone, "I expect that no sentimental crotchet will prevent your
doing your duty in this matter?"
"What right," I answered with some heat, "have you, sir, to make such an
insinuation?"
"Because I perceived, by your manner, that you disapproved my
questioning Mr. Lloyd as to the likeliest mode of securing his brother."
"My manner but interpreted my thoughts: still, sir, I know what belongs
to my duty, and shall perform it."
"Enough: I have nothing more to say."
I drew on my gloves, took up my hat, and was leaving the room, when Mr.
Smith exclaimed, "Stay one moment, Mr Waters: you see that my great
object is to break off the connection between my son and Miss Lloyd?"
"I do."
"I am not anxious, you will remember, to press the prosecution _if, by a
frank written confession of his guilt_, Owen Lloyd places an insuperable
bar between his child and mine. You understand?"
"Perfectly. But permit me to observe, that the _duty_ you just now
hinted I might hesitate to perform, will not permit me to be a party to
any such transaction. Good-day."
I waited on Mr. William Lloyd soon afterwards, and listened with painful
interest to the brief history which he, with childlike simplicity,
narrated of his own and brother's fortunes. It was a sad, oft-told tale.
They had been early left orphans; and deprived of judicious guidance,
had run--William more especially--a wild career of dissipation, till
_all_ was gone. Just before the crash came, they had both fallen in love
with the same woman, Caroline Heyworth, who had preferred the meeker,
more gentle-hearted Owen, to his elder brother. They parted in anger.
William obtained a situation as bailiff and overseer of an estate in
Jamaica, where, by many years of toil, good fortune, and economy, he at
length ruined his health and restored his fortunes; and was now returned
to die rich in his native country; and, as he had till an hour before
feared, unlamented and untended save by hirelings. I promised to write
immediately I had seen his brother; and with a sorrowful heart took
leave of the vainly-rejoicing, prematurely-aged man.
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