_The Hampstead Mystery._ A Novel. BY FLORENCE MARRYAT, AUTHOR OF ‘LOVE’S CONFLICT,’ ‘VÉRONIQUE,’ ‘MY OWN CHILD,’ ‘MY SISTER THE ACTRESS,’ ‘HOW LIKE A WOMAN,’ ‘PARSON JONES,’ ETC., ETC. _IN THREE VOLUMES._ VOL. III. LONDON: F. V. WHITE & CO., 14 BEDFORD STREET, STRAND, W.C. 1894. _CONTENTS._ PAGE CHAPTER I., 1 CHAPTER II., 24 CHAPTER III., 46 CHAPTER IV., 67 CHAPTER V., 91 CHAPTER VI., 114 CHAPTER VII., 138 CHAPTER VIII., 163 CHAPTER IX., 184 CHAPTER X., 208 _The Hampstead Mystery._ CHAPTER I. Hannah Hindes did not know what answer to make to this direct appeal. She was an honest woman, to whom a lie was an abhorrence, but she was also a woman who held her husband’s reputation, perhaps his life, in her hands. She hesitated so visibly, that Captain Hindes began to think his brother’s disorder must be such as she found it impossible to speak to him upon. ‘Well, never mind,’ he said presently, ‘I see you are unwilling to mention it, but I shall soon get it out of old Hal. But you make me feel rather anxious, Hannah. If my brother has not consulted a doctor, I must make him do so. His health is too valuable to you and the children to be trifled with. By the way, talking of children, what induced you to send those two little fairies, Elsie and Laurie, away from home to be educated? I thought that was altogether against your principles, Hannah. Edith says she remembers your giving her a long lecture on the subject when Fanny was born, and cautioning her never to let a daughter be educated anywhere but at home. She has dinned it into my ears whenever I have hinted the young lady was old enough to go to school.’ ‘Yes!’ replied Hannah, with a sigh. ‘Those have always been my sentiments, Arthur, and are so still. But Henry has grown so irritable of late, that the noise of the children playing about The Hall disturbed him, so I thought it best to let them go. They are with an old friend of mine, where I can see them almost every day. I daresay,’ she continued, timidly, ‘that you thought it very strange that we could not receive you at The Old Hall, as we did before. It cost me more than I can tell you to write and put off your coming here. But it was for the same reason. My husband cannot bear the least noise or confusion. I am afraid he has over-taxed his brain, and, when he returns home, he requires absolute rest.’ ‘Don’t say anything more about it, Hannah,’ replied her sister-in-law. ‘Of course, Artie and I knew there was some unavoidable reason for the refusal. And, much as we should have liked to renew our former pleasant relations with you, everything must give way to Henry’s health.’ ‘What are your plans?’ inquired Hannah.