The Filigree Ball: Being a full and true account of the solution of the mystery concerning the Jeffrey-Moore affairGreen, Anna Katharine
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The Filigree Ball: Being a full and true account of the solution of the mystery concerning the Jeffrey-Moore affair
Green, Anna Katharine
Detective and mystery stories
“The house contained another room as interesting as the one I have
already mentioned. It went by the name of the library and its walls
were heavily lined with books; but the family never sat there, nor was
I ever fortunate enough to see it with its doors unclosed except on the
occasion of the grand reception Mistress Callista gave in my honor. I
have a fancy for big rooms and more than once urged my hostess to tell
me why this one stood neglected. But the lady was not communicative on
this topic and it was from another member of the household I learned
that its precincts had been forever clouded by the unexpected death
within them of one of her father’s friends, a noted army officer.
“Why this should have occasioned a permanent disuse of the spot I could
not understand, and as every one who conversed on this topic invariably
gave the impression of saying less than the subject demanded, my
curiosity soon became too much for me and I attacked Miss Callista once
again in regard to it. She gave me a quick smile, for she was always
amiable, but shook her head and introduced another topic. But one night
when the wind was howling in the chimneys and the sense of loneliness
was even greater than usual in the great house, we drew together on the
rug in front of my bedroom fire, and, as the embers burned down to
ashes before us, Miss Callista became more communicative.
“Her heart was heavy, she told me; had been heavy for years. Perhaps
some ray of comfort would reach her if she took a friend into her
confidence. God knew that she needed one, especially on nights like
this, when the wind woke echoes all over the house and it was hard to
tell which most to fear, the sounds which came from no one knew where,
or the silence which settled after.
“She trembled as she said this, and instinctively drew nearer my side
so that our heads almost touched over the flickering flame from whose
heat and light we sought courage. She seemed to feel grateful for this
contact, and the next minute, flinging all her scruples to the wind,
she began a relation of events which more or less answered my late
unwelcome queries.
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