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
Further on the record of the present day:
"Six P.M. Just returned from Tylney House. A surprising number of
stones thrown by Sophy, otherwise Maria. She usually throws three or
four, never more than five, including pellet in white paper, denoting
happiness and safety. But this afternoon, quite a shower, including
four pellets in white paper. Counted altogether eighteen. Does it mean
anything? Wait till to-morrow. Logical interpretation, that things
going on more satisfactorily than ever. Something discovered, perhaps.
A thousand pities Sophy, otherwise Maria, cannot read or write. If the
latter, could obtain positive information. When this particularly
clever girl comes out she must begin to learn immediately. Talents
must have a fair chance. Cruel they should be wasted. See to it.
Singular no letter from Agnold. But did not promise to write."
Following this was a revelation:
"Sent telegram to Agnold, advising him to come down at once. This is
putting cart before horse--in this instance allowable. Begin now at
the beginning of exciting chapter.
"At half-past seven was sitting alone, smoking and ruminating.
Door suddenly burst open, and Sophy, no longer Maria, rushes in. I
cry--'What, Sophy!' 'Yes,' she says, out of breath, 'it's me. I've got
it; I've got it. Where's the other?' (meaning Agnold). I briefly
explain that he has gone to London, but will return the moment
telegraphed for. 'Do you mean to tell me,' 'I said,' as excited as
herself, 'that you've brought the desk?' 'It's 'ere,' she says, and she
plumps it on the table, also a large door-key. She had carried the
desk wrapped in her cloak. There is no doubt about the article; it
exactly answers description given by Agnold. Remarkable girl, Sophy.
"This is her tale--and glad she was to set her tongue going after the
lock it has had on it for so many days. At Tylney House one day is so
like another that a lengthy experience of it must be perfectly
appalling. Sophy says it is like a long funeral. As a friendly patient
Sophy had the run of the house, and she knows every room in it except
one--Dr. Peterssen's private apartment, which he occupies when he is
in evidence. He is seldom in evidence. Absent six days out of seven.
As there was no sign of desk in any other part of the house, Sophy
decides that it is in Peterssen's room, if in the house at all. She
was right.
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