The Mysteries of Heron Dyke: A Novel of Incident. Volume 3 (of 3)Speight, T. W. (Thomas Wilkinson)
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The Mysteries of Heron Dyke: A Novel of Incident. Volume 3 (of 3)
Speight, T. W. (Thomas Wilkinson)
Detective and mystery stories; English fiction -- 19th century
Mr. Charles Plackett took a fly and drove over to Heron Dyke. He sent
in his card to Miss Winter, and was at once admitted. Ella was alone.
Maria Kettle had returned to the Vicarage, and Mrs. Toynbee was not
yet back from London. Ella knew that the Placketts were Mr. Denison's
solicitors, and she supposed this gentleman had come to bring her some
message from him. That idea, however, was at once dispelled.
"I am come here this morning, Miss Winter, upon rather a curious
errand," began Mr. Plackett in his cheerful, chirruping way. "But
before going any farther, it may be as well to say that I am come
without the knowledge of my esteemed client, Mr. Denison, of Nunham
Priors. In fact I am adopting a most unusual course with a lawyer; I
am venturing to intrude upon you entirely on my own account."
Miss Winter bowed. "I shall be pleased to hear anything that you may
have to communicate," she said frankly.
Mr. Plackett paused. "I am somewhat non-plussed in what way to begin,"
he confessed, with a smile.
"A difficulty, I should imagine, that does not often arise with
gentlemen of your profession," observed Ella, courteously.
The little lawyer laughed. "I believe you are not far wrong there,
Miss Winter. Perhaps my best plan will be to plunge at once _in medias
res_. I may say, then, that some disquieting rumours have reached our
ears--and when I say 'ours,' in this instance I mean my own--having
reference to certain events which took place in this house during your
absence abroad. The events I allude to are the illness and death of
the late Mr. Denison. What we have heard would almost lead us to
imagine that deception of some kind, if not fraud itself, was at work
in the case; and--and----"
He paused. Ella waited.
"Frankly speaking, Miss Winter, I have heard a report that these
rumours have reached yourself; and I am here to ask you--but pray
do not answer the question unless you feel fully at liberty to do
so--whether that is a fact?"
"Yes, it is," she freely answered. "I have heard the rumours."
"Ah! Just so. Thank you very much for your frankness. I presume,
however, that you attach very little importance to them?"
"On the contrary, I attach very considerable importance to them. I do
not say they are true--far from it; on the other hand, I do not know
but they may be. The doubt renders me very uneasy."
"Really now! I'm sure there are not many young ladies like you, for
truth and candour. But--pardon my presumption--may I ask whether you
have been able to trace the rumours to any foundation? Perhaps you
have not tried to do so?"
"I have tried," replied Ella. "I have used every effort to track them
back to their source, though it is not much, of course, that it lies
in my power to do."
"And the result,--if I may dare to ask it?"
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