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
Clement was utterly perplexed by the non-appearance of his brother.
From hour to hour he looked for him, but in vain. Surely, Edward would
have let nothing less than illness keep him away! Clem had felt very
grateful to him for his outspoken championship of John Brancker,
although, perhaps, knowing as he did something of the hardness of his
brother's character, he had been a little surprised at the attitude
taken up by him from the first day of the inquiry. Somehow, it
scarcely seemed to harmonize with the idea of Edward, which had
unconsciously formulated itself in his mind; but that, as he told
himself, only served to prove what erroneous views one may form even
of those who are closest to us, and whom we flatter ourselves we know
and understand best.
His Lordship, the jury, and the prisoner being all back in their
places, and silence having been proclaimed in Court, the Foreman of
the Jury, in reply to the usual question put by the Clerk of Arraigns,
said, in a voice which every ear there was strained to catch:
"We find the prisoner at the bar 'Not guilty.'"
A murmur that seemed half a sigh at first ran through the crowd, and
then swiftly rose and swelled into a great cheer, such as the rafters
of the old Court-house had rarely, if ever, echoed before.
Three minutes later his sister's arms were round John Brancker's neck,
while Edward Hazeldine's messenger was speeding to him with the good
news.
John stayed in a private room until the Court had emptied and the
crowd dispersed. He was particularly anxious to reach home with as
little observation as possible, so it was arranged that he and his
sister and Hermia, with Clement Hazeldine by way of escort, should be
driven to Ashdown in a fly, instead of returning by train.
Accordingly, a fly was brought, and John Brancker stepped out into the
open air a free man. For a few moments the sensation was overpowering;
a mental vertigo possessed him; but Clem's strong arm was within his,
supporting him, and presently the feeling passed. They were all in the
fly, a constable had shut the door, and the driver was on the point of
starting, when a figure sprang out of the darkness into the circle of
light radiated by the lamp over the Court-house door, and pushing his
way through the little crowd of officials, laid a detaining hand on
the vehicle. The lamplight brought into relief a haggard,
sinister-looking face and two furtive, red-rimmed eyes.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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