The crooked crossDutton, Charles J. (Charles Judson)
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The crooked cross
Dutton, Charles J. (Charles Judson)
Bartley, John (Fictitious character) -- Fiction; Detective and mystery stories; Murder -- Investigation -- Fiction
“No, sir. As a rule she worked until five and often until seven.”
“And did she give any reason for her return at this early hour?”
The woman's face flushed a little and then she said:
“No, sir. That is, she did not say why she was back so early, but I
was surprised to see her—more so because of what she did.”
There came a silence in the room and the low whispers that one could
hear after each statement died away. The coroner, who seemed to know
just what the woman would testify, asked:
“You say, ‘What she did.’ What do you mean?”
The housekeeper had been speaking in a low voice without any apparent
show of emotion. Now she raised her head, and her voice was quick and
impulsive as she replied:
“I was in the living room when the secretary returned. She rushed in
the front door and ran upstairs. She lived at the house. I thought
that she had gone to her room for something. I thought nothing of this
until a few moments later she came downstairs; in her hand was her
suit case.”
“Her suit case?”
“Yes. And she seemed very excited. Her face was flushed and when I
spoke to her she was very angry.”
“What did you say to her?”
“Why, naturally, I asked her where she was going. Seeing the suit case
and knowing that it was not time for Mr. Warren to stop work, I
wondered what had happened.” She paused, and as she did not continue,
the coroner asked:
“Well, what did she say?”
The woman was silent a moment then replied:
“She banged the suit case down on the floor and said, ‘I am going
away. You can tell Mr. Warren I won't do any more work for him.’”
Again she hesitated, as if holding something back. Once more the
coroner had to request her to finish her statement. She raised her
head, sweeping the court room with a glance, and then her eyes came
back to the coroner. Again he barked out:
“What did she say?”
“She said,” was the slow reply, “Mr. Warren ought to be killed. He
ought to be killed.”
A murmur of astonishment went around the room, and I saw from the
coroner's face that the answer was unexpected. There had been nothing
of value until the present testimony, and now, all at once, there had
come into the crowded room the ringing of a threat. I saw Carter shift
in his chair and he bent forward and whispered something in the
Englishman's ear. But what it was I did not know. And then after a
moment of surprise the coroner tried to gain more information from his
witness.
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