"I walked back to my seat, outwardly calm, but inwardly a prey to the
most dreadful emotions. What could I do? Nothing. On arriving at my
destination the fellow also alighted, and as I drove home I felt he was
still following me. After that, knowing that I was being shadowed, I had
not a moment's peace. I dared not go beyond the gate. I dared not roam
around the garden. I hardly knew what I feared, for of course they could
have arrested me as easily in the house as outside. At last, I could
bear the strain no longer and sent for Mr. Norman. His presence gave me
a wonderful sense of security, and as I did not see my persecutor for
several days, I really began to hope that the Rosemere tragedy would
always remain a mystery, when, picking up the paper one morning, I read
that a wretched Frenchman was suspected of the--the death. Of course,
there was nothing else for me to do; I must give myself up. Then, you,
Doctor, suggested that it might not be necessary, after all--oh, you
gave that advice quite unconsciously. I knew that. But when you told me
that the man, Argot, was hopelessly insane, and would in any case spend
the rest of his days in a lunatic asylum, I wondered if the sacrifice of
my life were indeed demanded. At any rate I felt I must go to New York
so as to be on hand in case something unexpected occurred, and to
watch developments. You can now understand why I begged you so hard to
persuade Mamma to bring me here. When I had at last induced you all to
let me come, I went out for a walk and was terribly frightened by a
tramp whom I mistook for a detective. On reaching New York, I found
there was nothing to be done here, and yet I have felt much more calm
than I did in the country. Then, yesterday, I met Mr. Merritt, who
told me that Mrs. Atkins was suspected, and had fled from her home
in consequence. I might hold my tongue where a poor mad creature was
concerned, whom my confession could not benefit, but in this case it was
not to be thought of. I had a great many last things to attend to, so I
decided not to give myself up till to-day. That is the end of my story."
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