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
"'What are you looking in there for?' asked Mrs. Middlemore. 'Do you
think a dead man 'd be able to get up and put 'isself on one of the
shelves?'
"'No,' said our reporter, with a smile, 'but let us make sure the body
is not in either of the rooms.'
"He looked thoroughly through the apartments, under the bed and the
couches, and in every cupboard. Mrs. Middlemore followed his movements
with her eyes almost starting out of her head.
"'Even up the chimneys,' he said genially, and he thrust the poker up,
and then lit some paper in the stoves to see that the smoke ascended
freely and that there was no obstruction.
"'The thoughts you put in one's 'ead,' remarked Mrs. Middlemore, in a
terrified voice, is enough to congeal one's blood.'
"'My dear madam,' said our reporter, 'I am only doing what prudence
dictates, so that there may be no possible chance of your getting into
trouble. Suppose the body should be found in any other part of the
house----'
"'But 'ow could it get there?' interrupted Mrs. Middlemore, excitedly.
"'That is more than either you or I can say, any more than we can say
how it got out of this room; but out of it it has got, hasn't it?'
"'Nobody can't say nothing different,' assented Mrs. Middlemore.
"'This is altogether such a mysterious affair,' proceeded our
reporter, 'that there's no telling what it will lead to. I don't
remember a case like it ever occurring in London before. Where was I
when you interrupted me? Oh, I was saying, suppose the body should be
found in any other part of the house, what would the police say? Why,
that for some reason or other--and you may be sure they would put it
down to a bad reason--you had removed it for the purpose of concealing
it.'
"'Me!' gasped Mrs. Middlemore. What would I do that for?'
"'You wouldn't do it at all, but that's the construction the police
would put on it, and after that you wouldn't have a moment's peace. My
dear madam, we'll not give them a chance to take away your character;
not a stone shall be left unturned. There are rooms above these?'
"'Yes, a lot.'
"'We will have a look through them, and, indeed, through the whole
house. It's what the police would do, with the idea that you were a
party to some vile plot; it's what I will do, knowing you to be
perfectly innocent.'
"He put his design into execution. Accompanied by Mrs. Middlemore, who
always kept in the rear, he made a thorough examination of the entire
house, from attic to basement, but, as he anticipated, discovered
nothing. The last rooms he examined were at the bottom of the house,
and it was there he made acquaintance with Mrs. Middlemore's niece
Sophy.
"'Is that you, aunt?' the girl called out, from a room adjoining the
kitchen.
"'Yes, it's me,' answered Mrs. Middlemore, irascibly. You're a nice
lazy slut, you are, to be 'ulking in bed this time of the morning.'
"'I ain't abed, aunt,' said Sophy, making her appearance, 'I'm up; but
oh, I'm so sleepy!'
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