The Mystery of M. FelixFarjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
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The Mystery of M. Felix
Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
Detective and mystery stories; English fiction -- 19th century
"We are in none. Your step-brother Gerald, ardently desiring to gather
with his own hands some edelweiss for his lady love, is informed by my
unfortunate patient that he knows where the flower is to be found.
Unwilling that they shall go alone, we express our intention to
accompany them. Off we start with merry hearts. But we have not gone
far before the young gentlemen beg to be allowed to enjoy their
excursion without our society, and we, two fond and indulgent
guardians, yield to their implorings, and leave them to themselves.
Lured by the balmy weather, we stroll up the mountains, scarcely
noting in which direction we are wandering. We stop and dilate upon
the sublime beauty of the scenery, our souls exalted by the thoughts
it inspires, when our ecstatic musings are rudely interrupted by
screams of anguish. We hasten to the spot from which they proceed, and
see--nothing. But our ears, ever open to the calls of humanity, cannot
have deceived us. No, that is impossible. So we hunt and look about,
calling out all the while to the poor souls who may be in peril to
give us some indication how we can assist them. At length our
attention is attracted by signs of a disturbance at the edge of this
precipice, and kneeling"--he suited the action to the word, and
Leonard knelt by his side--"we observe marks in the soil which
engender the suspicion that a human creature has fallen over. We call
out loudly, and are answered by a groan and scarcely distinguishable
but undeniably pathetic appeals for help."
"I do not hear them," interrupted Leonard.
"Then you ought to. Are you quite devoid of imagination? Our hearts
are rent by these appeals. We are not practised mountaineers, and are
unable to render assistance. Therefore we hasten to the nearest
village, and return with men and ropes to the rescue. But by that time
it is too late."
"By that time," said Leonard, in a questioning tone, "they are dead?"
"By that time," repeated Dr. Peterssen, "they are dead. And"--with a
steady look at Leonard--"of this fact we must convince ourselves
before the introduction of other characters into the melancholy
scene."
"How is that to be done?"
Dr. Peterssen rose to his feet, and cast sharp glances around.
"We are quite alone, I think."
"Not a person is in sight," said Leonard, watching his ruthless
companion with curious eyes.
"Be silent a minute or two."
They stood perfectly still, all their senses on the alert.
"There is no doubt," said Dr. Peterssen, "that we are the only
witnesses of the unhappy occurrence, and, thus far, safe. Now to make
sure."
He divested himself of coat and waistcoat, and unwound a rope which he
had adjusted round his waist.
"It is not very thick," he said, "nor very long, but it will help to
steady us. See, I wind and fasten it about this slim trunk which
providence has grown here to further our ends. Try it; you will find
it quite secure."
"Yes, it can hardly get loosened of itself."
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