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
"'I, Ferdinand Lennox, or the man commonly known by that name, being
about to quit this petty planet, and set out on my travels to that
unknown country from which there is no return, am desirous, while
there is still sufficient strength and clearness of mind left me, to
state the facts with regard to a certain event as they really
occurred; which facts will probably be found to be somewhat different
from what the world believes them to be. I allude to the death of
Hubert Stone.
"'The fates had been unpropitious for some time; circumstances were
against me; I had lost heavily on the turf and in other speculations,
and was nearly at my wit's end for lack of ready money. It was at this
time that my sister, quite innocently, told me of the strange
discovery of a quantity of old family jewels at Heron Dyke.
"'And, in justice to her, my good and faithful sister, I may here
remark that since she came to live with me I have been more cautious,
and have striven to keep my little peccadilloes from her knowledge.
She may have thought sometimes that my luck at the card-table was
something out of the common way, but of the darker passages of my life
she knew absolutely nothing.
"'It did not take me long to decide that I must make those jewels mine
if it were by any means possible to do so. My circumstances just then
were desperate, and a _coup de main_ had become absolutely necessary.
Burglary was altogether out of my line, but in this case the
enterprise seemed to me so peculiarly an easy one that I could not
make up my mind to forego it. I knew the position of the room in which
the jewels were lying. I knew that it was only a question of opening a
window and forcing a shutter, after the family should be safe in bed.
There were no dogs to fear, and the servants slept in another wing of
the house. Nothing could possibly be more easy. I felt that I could
never forgive myself if I allowed such an opportunity to escape me.
"'Up to a certain point, everything happened in accordance with my
expectations. The Hall was in darkness; there was no sign of life
anywhere. I found the window I was in search of, and a few minutes
later I stood inside the room. I opened a slide of my dark lantern and
took a survey. There stood the bureau in the corner where I had
expected to find it. I had brought a small chisel and one or two other
implements with me, and a very little time sufficed to force open the
receptacle in which the jewels were stored. What a fine glow filled my
heart as I feasted my sight for a few moments on their flashing
beauty, and recognised the fact that they were all my own! For some
time to come my finances were assured.
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