Detective and mystery stories; England -- Fiction; Murder -- Investigation -- Fiction
“You can think of no reason why she should have gone to Mr. Leslie’s
farm?”
“None. She did not know Mr. Leslie and, to the best of my belief,
could have had no possible reason for going there.”
The Coroner leaned forward.
“I am sorry to have to touch on such a subject, but did your sister
speak openly to you about her affairs? Supposing she had gone out with
the intention of meeting some one, would she be likely to mention it
to you?”
Miss Allen hesitated for a moment.
“I was not in my sister’s confidence,” she said at last. “We have seen
little of each other in the last few years and, though she was very
frank as a rule about her affairs, I do not think she would have
chosen me for her confidante in the case of any intimate business.”
“So that she might quite well have left your house to keep an
appointment without consulting you?”
“It is more than likely.”
“You know of no message or letter which might have had some bearing on
a possible appointment?”
“No. As soon as I became alarmed at her absence I questioned the
servants as to whether any message had come for her, and found there
had been nothing of the sort. I have since looked through her letters,
but can find nothing. She had only arrived the day before and had
received no letters through the post.”
Miss Allen returned to her seat with the same quiet dignity she had
shown all through the examination. Fayre, watching her closely, was
astonished at the perfection of her poise; but now that she was off
her guard for a moment it was easy to see that only the most iron
self-control had enabled her to go through the ordeal. She was no
longer young and her sister’s death had evidently shocked her deeply,
but he doubted, having known Mrs. Draycott, whether there could have
been any real affection between the two women. Mrs. Draycott, shallow,
yet astute enough in her small way, a born huntress of men, but
only of those men she considered worth while, could have had
nothing in common with Miss Allen, who, after all, had been almost
disconcertingly frank in her description of her relations with her
sister. She had stated plainly that she had never been in her
confidence and he suspected that she had probably actually disliked
her and was generous enough to feel repentant now of her attitude
towards her.
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