Detective and mystery stories, English; Police -- Fiction; Short stories
the Williams's a single shilling.
A silence of several minutes followed, broken only by the scratching of
the pen on the paper. The time to me seemed an age, squeezed, crooked,
stifled as I was in that narrow box, and so I afterwards learned it did
to my fellow-sufferer. At length Mr. Malvern said, in the same cautious
whisper in which they had all hitherto spoken, "This will do, I think;"
and read what he had written. Mr. and Mrs. Williams signified their
approval; and as matters were now fully ripe, I gently turned the key,
and very softly pushed open the door. The backs of the amiable trio were
towards me, and as my boots were off, and the apartment was thickly
carpeted, I approached unperceived, and to the inexpressible horror and
astonishment of the parties concerned, whose heads were bent eagerly
over the important document, a hand, which belonged to neither of them,
was thrust silently but swiftly forward, and grasped the precious
instrument. A fierce exclamation from Mr. Malvern as he started from his
seat, and a convulsive scream from Mrs. Williams as she fell back in
hers, followed; and to add to the animation of the tableau, my friend in
the opposite wing emerged at the same moment from his hiding-place.
Mr. Malvern comprehended at a glance the situation of affairs, and made
a furious dash at the paper. I was quicker as well as stronger than he,
and he failed in his object. Resistance was of course out of the
question; and in less than two hours we were speeding on the rail
towards London, accompanied by the child, whom we entrusted to Williams'
servant-maid.
Mrs. Repton was still in town, and Mrs. Ashton, Lady Redwood, and her
unmarried sister, in their impatience of intelligence, had arrived
several days before. I had the pleasure of accompanying Mrs. Repton with
the child and his temporary nurse to Osborne's Hotel in the Adelphi; and
I really at first feared for the excited mother's reason, or that she
would do the infant a mischief, so tumultuous, so frenzied, was her
rapturous joy at the recovery of her lost treasure. When placed in the
cot beside the female infant, the resemblance of the one to the other
was certainly almost perfect. I never saw before nor since so complete a
likeness. This was enough for the mother; but, fortunately, we had much
more satisfactory evidence, legally viewed, to establish the identity of
the child in a court of law, should the necessity arise for doing so.
Here, as far as I am concerned, all positive knowledge of this curious
piece of family history ends. Of subsequent transactions between the
parties I had no personal cognizance. I only know there was a failure
of justice, and I can pretty well guess from what motives. The parties I
arrested in Birmingham were kept in strict custody for several days; but
no inducement, no threats, could induce the institutors of the inquiry
to appear against the detected criminals.
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