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
"I shall ask you nothing improper. You say that you locked the door
before you went to bed last night. Which door? There are two, one
leading to the first floor landing, one communicating between the
bedroom and sitting-room. Which of these doors did you lock? Or did
you lock both?'
"'I won't tell you a lie, sir. When I said I locked the door I thought
you'd understand me. I mean that I fastened both of 'em. I couldn't
lock 'em because the bedroom door key's been taken away, and the door
on the landing's been cut into.'
"'That was done by the locksmith. Who took away the key of the
bedroom?'
"'I don't know. Perhaps the police.'
"'Without your knowledge?'
"'I didn't know nothing of it.'
"'How badly they are behaving to you! Anyway, the two doors were
closed?'
"'Yes, I saw to that myself. I ain't in the house without company,
don't you think that. I wouldn't stop in it alone if you was to offer
me Queen Victoria's golden crown. My niece is downstairs abed, and
once she gets between the sheets she's that difficult to rouse that
it's as much as a regiment of soldiers can do to wake 'er.' (This, our
reporter thought, was comic, implying that Mrs. Middlemore had engaged
the services of a regiment of soldiers to get her niece out of bed
every morning.) 'Come up-stairs by myself in the dark,' continued Mrs.
Middlemore, 'is more than I dare do. In the daylight I venture if I'm
forced to, as I did a minute or two ago, because, though I shook Sophy
till I almost shook 'er to pieces, and lifted 'er up in bed and let
'er fall back again, it had no more effect on 'er than water on a
duck's back. All she did was to turn round, and bring 'er knees up to
'er chin, and keep 'old of the bedclothes as if she was a vice. She's
that aggravating there's 'ardly any bearing with 'er. So as I couldn't
get 'er out of bed, I come up 'ere without 'er. And that's 'ow I found
out Mr. Felix was gone.'
"'You were speaking of what took place last night?' said our reporter.
'Your niece, Sophy, came up with you, I understand?'
"'Yes, she did, though she had 'old of me that tight I could 'ardly
shake myself free.'
"'Did she come into this room with you?'
"'No, she didn't; she wouldn't put her foot inside it. I left her in
the passage while I peeped in. She ain't got the courage of a mouse.'
"'Then she cannot corroborate your statement that the body of M. Felix
was here before you went to bed?'
"'Ain't my word enough?'
"'For me it is, but it's different with the police and the public. It
is a good job you've put yourself in our hands; there's no telling
what trouble you might have got into if you hadn't.'
"'I'll do anything you want me to, sir,' said Mrs. Middlemore, in
great distress. 'It's a providence you come up when I opened the
street door.'
"'It is. You are positive the body was on the bed?'
"'If it was the last word I ever had to speak I'd swear to it.'
"'I believe you without swearing,' said our reporter, opening a
cupboard door.
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