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
I came very near asking him what, but feared to seem too familiar, in
case he was the cold but upright man he would fain appear, and too
interested and inquiring if he were the whited sepulcher I secretly
considered him. So with a nod a trifle more pronounced than if I had
been unaffected by either hypothesis, I remounted the steps, carelessly
remarking:
“I’ll see you again after taking a turn through the house. If I
discover anything—ghost marks or human marks which might be of interest
to you—I’ll let you know.”
Something like a growl answered me. But whether it came from master or
dog, I did not stop to inquire. I had serious work before me; very
serious, considering that it was to be done on my own responsibility
and without the knowledge of my superiors. But I was sustained by the
thought that no whisper of murder had as yet been heard abroad or at
headquarters, and that consequently I was interfering in no great case;
merely trying to formulate one.
It was necessary, for the success of my plan, that some time should
elapse before I reapproached Mr. Moore. I therefore kept my word to him
and satisfied my own curiosity by taking a fresh tour through the
house. Naturally, in doing this, I visited the library. Here all was
dark. The faint twilight still illuminating the streets failed to
penetrate here. I was obliged to light my lantern.
My first glance was toward the fireplace. Venturesome hands had been
there. Not only had the fender been drawn out and the grate set aside,
but the huge settle had been wrenched free from the mantel and dragged
into the center of the room. Rather pleased at this change, for with
all my apparent bravado I did not enjoy too close a proximity to the
cruel hearthstone, I stopped to give this settle a thorough
investigation. The result was disappointing. To all appearance—and I
did not spare it the experiment of many a thump and knock—it was a
perfectly innocuous piece of furniture, clumsy of build, but solid and
absolutely devoid of anything that could explain the tragedies which
had occurred so near it. I even sat down on its musty old cushion and
shut my eyes, but was unrewarded by alarming visions, or disturbance of
any sort. Nor did the floor where it had stood yield any better results
to the inquiring eye. Nothing was to be seen there but the marks left
by the removal of its base from the blackened boards.
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