The Brooklyn murdersCole, G. D. H. (George Douglas Howard)
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The Brooklyn murders
Cole, G. D. H. (George Douglas Howard)
Detective and mystery stories; Murder -- Investigation -- Fiction; Police -- Great Britain -- Fiction
It had been a struggle for Ellery to keep away. He had heard nothing
of the tragedy until Wednesday evening, when he had been to dine with
his guardian, Harry Lucas, at Hampstead. There had been, of course,
nothing in the morning papers, and he had not seen an evening paper.
He had, indeed, spent the day in a long country walk, returning to
Hampstead across the Heath in time to dress for dinner at his
guardian’s house, where he always kept a change of clothes, and often
stayed the night. His walk had been taken with a purpose—no less a
purpose than going thoroughly with himself into the question of his
feeling for Joan Cowper. He had been a silent witness of the scene at
Sir Vernon’s party, when Joan had declared outright that nothing would
ever make her marry John Prinsep. That outburst of hers had meant a
great deal to him. He had hardly concealed from himself before the
fact that he was head over ears in love with Joan; but he had always
taught himself to regard his love as hopeless, and tried to make
himself believe that he ought to get the better of it, and accept as a
foregone conclusion Joan’s marriage with Prinsep. He had been told by
Sir Vernon himself that they were engaged, and, of course, no word on
the matter had passed between him and Joan.
Her definite repudiation of the engagement had therefore come to him
as a surprise, and, for the first time, had allowed him to think that
his own suit might not be altogether hopeless. Joan liked him: that he
knew well enough; but loving was, of course, another story, and he
hardly allowed himself, even now, to hope that she loved him. But he
made up his mind, after what had passed, first to spend the day in the
country, thinking things over, or rather charging at full speed down
the Middlesex lanes while the processes of thought went on of their
own momentum. Then, he promised himself to tell his guardian in the
evening exactly how matters stood, and to ask for his advice. Harry
Lucas had known well how to make himself the friend and counsellor, as
well as the guardian, of the young man.
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