The astounding crime on Torrington Road : $b Being an account of what might be termed "the Pentecost episode" in a most audacious criminal careerGillette, William
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The astounding crime on Torrington Road : $b Being an account of what might be termed "the Pentecost episode" in a most audacious criminal career
Gillette, William
Detective and mystery stories; Murder -- Investigation -- Fiction
It was late the previous night that the thing had occurred to him.
He’d been sitting where Mrs. Temple last saw him, all hope gone,
crushed, stunned, overcome. All at once, without warning, he found
himself standing erect and with a plan or conception in his mind
which promised, on its first occurring to him, to be something which
would certainly turn defeat into victory. The central idea of the
thing, with its most extraordinary possibilities for profit, came to
him as a whole, and from that he began rapidly to develop it. For
nearly an hour he stood there intensely occupied with this, feeling
positive that he had something which would enable him to save the
life of the one so dear to him. Toward the end of that time the vital
necessity for secrecy began to dawn on him and then to rise rapidly
into tremendous importance, until he suddenly came to the realization
that it was at the basis of everything—that without it the invention
would be valueless—so much junk. He decided at once to build a room
in the basement where the device could be constructed without the
slightest danger that knowledge of its purpose or mechanism would leak
out. Bars and padlocks. Timbers from the old barn back of the house.
Almost before he knew what he was doing he found himself out there with
hammer and chisel and cross-cut saw. He took the lamp that Mrs. Temple
had left lighted on the table, and drove at the business frantically.
Time—time—time! The doctors said delay might turn the scales against
her.
In a couple of hours he had enough timber ripped off and dragged to the
basement to begin on, and at it he went, startling Mrs. Temple—of whose
presence in the house he was unaware—out of a sound sleep.
Working with the same desperate drive all the next day and well into
the succeeding night, he had the small room entirely planked-up by two
in the morning, the partitions build up solid to the floor joists of
the room above.
He was at it again the morning following, and Mrs. Temple knew from the
muffling of the sound, as she heard it in the kitchen, that he had now
closed himself into the new room and was working inside.
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