The Heart of a MysterySpeight, T. W. (Thomas Wilkinson)
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The Heart of a Mystery
Speight, T. W. (Thomas Wilkinson)
English fiction -- 19th century; Mystery and detective stories
"I haven't strength enough left me to go into a lot of details,"
resumed Varrel, after a pause, "but if I'm not hurried, I think it
will last out till I've told you enough to make the whole business
clear, and--and to lift the last shadow of suspicion off John
Brancker."
Again he lapsed into silence, and to Hermia it seemed as if he were
struggling against some inward force which would fain have compelled
him, even at this the eleventh hour, to carry his secret unrevealed to
the grave. She waited in a sort of dread expectancy and with nerves
all a-tremble for his next words.
The statement which follows, although given here in unbroken sequence,
was several times interrupted by a fit of coughing, or by a labored
gasping for breath. More than once, in obedience to his request,
Hermia gave him to drink of a jug of barley-water which stood within
reach of his hand.
"Yes, mine alone is the guilt. I wanted money; I was desperately hard
up, and I made up my mind to rob the Bank, if it was possible anyhow
to do so. I knew that Thursday night, when the gold had been fetched
from London to pay away to market-day customers, was the best time for
my purpose. I was acquainted with all the ins and outs of the place,
and it was a simple matter for me to push open the swing doors and
steal unseen into the building when the day's business was nearly
over. Then up the spiral staircase and so into the book-room, where
snugly hidden in an empty cupboard, I was safe from observation until
the time should have come for me to take my next step, which was to
make my way to Mr. Avison's office--he was abroad, and I knew that it
was never used during his absence--there to bide my time. To reach it
I should have to pass through Mr. Hazeldine's office, the door which
led into it from the lobby being kept locked. I was aware that for
several weeks past Mr. Hazeldine had been in the habit of working till
a late hour, and I calculated that he would most likely do so on this
particular night. Earlier in the day I had watched him start for
London, and I knew that when he returned he would bring with him the
gold he had been there to fetch.
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