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 am infinitely obliged to you,' said our reporter, 'We'll keep the
matter to ourselves at present, and if there's any reward offered for
the recovery of the body, or for any information that may lead to its
recovery, it shall be yours, Sophy, every farthing of it.'
"Sophy's eyes glistened as she said, 'If they arsks me, then, why I
adn't spoke before, I'll tell 'em I was too frightened by wot the
burguler sed he'd do to me if I sed anythink about it.'
"'That excuse will do nicely. Did you hear the sound of many feet?'
"'I think it was only one man as was moving about,' replied Sophy,
after a little consideration.
"'How do we account, then, for there being more than one man concerned
in this singular robbery?'
"'Per'aps there wasn't more than one,' suggested Sophy quickly, 'and in
course he 'ad to carry the body. It couldn't walk of itself, being
dead.'
"'Quite so, my young logician--a compliment Sophy. Before you put up
the chain, did you look out into the street?'
"'I didn't dare to.'
"'Then you don't know if there was a cab or a cart waiting at the
door?'
"'I don't, sir.'
"'Did you hear the sound of wheels moving away after the door was
secured?'
"'No, I didn't. Everythink was as still as still can be, inside and
out.'
"'There must have been a vehicle of some sort, however, stationed
near. A man couldn't carry a dead body through the streets very far
without being caught. Perhaps he would not allow it to stand too near
your aunt's house for fear of suspicion being excited. The natural
conclusion is that a growler was engaged, and that it walked slowly to
and fro in a given direction till he came up to it.'
"'That must 'ave been it, sir.'
"'If I give you five shillings, Sophy, can you take care of it?'
"'Rather! But you've done enough for me to-night, sir.'
"'Not half enough, my girl. Here's the money.'
"From the expression on Sophy's face she would have liked to resist
the temptation, but it was too strong for her, so she took the two
half-crowns, saying gleefully as she tied them in her money-box, I
shall soon 'ave enough to buy wot I want.'
"'What is it you desire so particularly, Sophy? A new frock?'
"'No,' she replied. 'I want a pair of tights.'
"'In heaven's name, what for?'
"'To see 'ow I look in 'em.' Sophy glanced down at her legs, then
stood straight up and walked a few steps this way and a few steps
that, in glowing anticipation of the delights in store for her.
"'You would like to be an actress, Sophy?'
"'Wouldn't I? Jest! I can do a lot of steps, sir. Would you like to
see me dance?'
"'Not to-night, Sophy,' said our reporter, thinking of the
proprieties; 'I haven't time, and you had best get back as quick as you
can to your aunt. I'll see you part of the way. I don't know what
excuse you will give her for being absent so long.'
"'Let me alone for that. It ain't the fust time, and won't be the
last.'
"'Well, come along, my girl.'
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