England -- Fiction; Murder -- Investigation -- Fiction; Mystery and detective stories
The patience of Beatrice was at an end. She took Dinah firmly by the
arm and led her out of the gates past the sleepy policeman, who blinked
in the sunshine like an over-fed cat. "Go and assist Jerry to write
paragraphs," she said sharply; "you are a tiresome girl."
"It's your nerves," said Dinah, not at all annoyed by this abrupt
dismissal. "I feel that way myself, when Jerry is irritating. He is
such a---- Well, I'm going. There's Tommy Tibbs holding Fly-by-Night.
Hi, Tommy, bring her here. Good-bye, darling: keep your spirits up.
I'll come and see you later. You must come to the Grange, and----"
Beatrice closed the babbling lips with a kiss, and went inside, while
Dinah argued with Tommy about the price of holding her horse for one
long hour. The policeman opened his eyes and looked at the tall,
slim young lady with approval as she went past him. He thought she
was a trifle too pale, and she had black circles under her eyes; but
otherwise he approved, and smiled graciously. Beatrice took no notice
of him, but went to her parlour, to think over the strange conduct of
Vivian Paslow.
Dinah was right He certainly had something on his mind, and did not
seem to be a free agent. Something hampered him in every way. He
had long desired to propose to her, and yet had only done so when
some cause, which he declined to explain, had been removed. Again,
he had gone up to town on hearing of Alpenny's murder, and without
ascertaining whether she had reached home, or not, on that fearful
night. He had not even left a message; and then in her pocket was his
handkerchief, dyed with the life-blood of the miser. These things were
strange and disquieting, and Beatrice resolved that before reaffirming
her decision to marry him, he would have to explain what underhand
causes were at work to make him behave so mysteriously.
No time was lost in holding the inquest on the body of Jarvis Alpenny.
The weather was hot, and it was just as well to place the remains
underground as speedily as possible. A doctor was summoned from
Hurstable to examine the body, and pronounce if possible the hour
when the murder had taken place. Then the corpse was conveyed to the
solitary inn of Hurstable, a few miles away, and there the jury looked
it over. Afterwards the Coroner summoned them into the inn parlour, and
Inspector Grove related all that had been discovered by the police.
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