The Crimson Cryptogram: A Detective StoryHume, Fergus
Philosophy
The Crimson Cryptogram: A Detective Story
Hume, Fergus
England -- Fiction; Murder -- Investigation -- Fiction; Mystery and detective stories
"I think so too. Yet she loves her father better than me. He was never
kind to her, save in a careless way. It is always so. Hilda thinks
Garret the best of men, and I have not the heart to tell her how
worthless he is. Believe me, my friend, I was never blind to Garret's
badness. What I did for him, I did for the little Hilda's sake. Garret
met me at the boarding-house and told me his history. I offered to
give him money if he would let me adopt Hilda, but seeing that my
heart was touched he cunningly refused. I could not part with the
child, so I had to take the burden of Garret's life on my shoulders. I
said that I would help him and look after him if he was kind to little
Hilda. He consented, and we have been together ever since."
"Did Garret ever make any money?"
"No, he was always idle and wasted everything. Sometimes he won money
and spent it on himself; but I had to keep both him and Hilda. It was
for her sake that I did so, for otherwise Garret would have taken her
away from me; and that," added Schwartz, with emotion, "would have
broken my heart."
"Why did you not tell Hilda all this?"
"Why should I have done so?" replied the good German, with great
simplicity. "It would have broken the child's heart. It would spoil
her life did I tell her now. Poor Hilda! She has enough to bear
without my making her wretched. It is my wish that she should be
happy. She is the dearest thing on earth to me. Without that lovely
child I should die."
"I am glad you have some comfort and reward," said Ellis, touched by
this speech. "So Garret, through Hilda, has lived on your money all
these years?"
"Yes. Oh, I was quite willing so long as he left me the child. I need
not tell you all the troubles I have had these many years, doctor. I
made money, I lost money. I was poor one year, rich another; but all
through my fortunes Hilda has been with me--Garret also. Three years
ago I came to London, and after several failures I started the
Merryman Music-Hall. It has been a success, and now I am rich. I have
settled much money on Hilda, also this cottage. Even if I die she will
be well off."
"If you died, her father would return and rob her."
"I often dreaded that, but now my fears are at rest. While this
confession remains with you, doctor, I am not afraid. Garret admits
that he is a murderer, so for his own sake he will never return to
England. Now I have told you all I know about Garret, which brings us
up to the time of the murder. The rest you can read in those papers."
"I shall do so later," replied Ellis, glancing at the confession, and
putting it into his pocket. "But you might tell me the story in your
own way. What was the reason of the tragedy?"
"The forged bill you spoke of the other night."
"Who forged the bill?"
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