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
"The descent, as you will observe, is not very difficult after all.
All that is required is steadiness and confidence. About 30 feet
down--I reckon it is not more than that--you see a broad plateau of
rock upon which half a dozen men can stand easily."
"But neither Gerald nor your patient is there."
"They have rolled over it, and we must ascertain their position, if it
is possible to do so. Descend."
"Descend!" cried Leonard, retreating.
"Descend," repeated Dr. Peterssen, calmly. "I will follow you."
"But why do you not go first?"
"Because, cherished idol of my soul, I do not trust you. You above and
I below, you might easily finish me off, and have the game entirely in
your own hands. You are quite safe with me, dear friend. It is to my
advantage to keep you alive; I intend to get money out of you in the
future. It would be to your advantage if I were in the same plight as
our friends below, for then you would save the money you will have to
pay me. Even as a lad I was distinguished for frankness. Descend."
He was master of the situation, and Leonard was compelled to submit.
Steadying himself by the rope he descended, and reached the plateau.
Dr. Peterssen climbed down after him with the agility of a cat.
"I see them," he said, "though not very distinctly. They seem to be
lying side by side. Luckily it will not be at all difficult to get to
them. Between being hurled down these rocks unaware and descending
them voluntarily there is a great difference. We will go together.
Careful, Leonard, careful; I must not have my milch cow injured."
They reached the spot where the bodies lay. The violence with which
they had been dashed over the precipice had told its tale. Of the two
Dr. Peterssen's patient was the more injured. In his descent his
features had been so dreadfully cut and lacerated that they were
scarcely distinguishable.
"My poor ward is done for," said Dr. Peterssen, adding, with eyes
sanctimoniously raised to heaven, "he is now in a better world."
"And Gerald?" whispered Leonard.
It was some time before Dr. Peterssen replied, and when he spoke there
was a strange note in his voice.
"Gerald lives."
"Then what has been done," cried Leonard, in a tone of mingled despair
and fury, "has been done in vain!"
"Easy to finish the job," remarked Dr. Peterssen.
But, hardened as he was, Leonard shrank from the ruthless suggestion.
Had he been alone he might have nerved himself to the desperate
expedient, but in the presence of a witness----
"Are you certain be lives?"
"Quite certain," said Dr. Peterssen. "His head is badly cut, and there
is no saying in what condition he will be when he opens his eyes. He
has a long illness before him, which may terminate fatally."
"But, before the end he may be able to assure Emilia that they are
legally married. Before the end he may make his will!"
"He may. It would be bad for both of us"
"Is there no road but one out of it?"
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