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
and will be given, and money will be spent if any good purpose can be
served by it. That is all I have time to say in explanation of the
interest, to you in all probability the singular interest, I have
taken in our meeting to-night. The whole of this evening I have been
engaged in following up a clew connected with the disappearance of the
body of M. Felix, of which, as you read the _Evening Moon_, you are
doubtless aware.'
"'Yes,' said the woman, 'I have read of it.'
"'I am on the track, and I venture to affirm that I shall eventually
succeed in my purpose. I have already more than one ally. May I hope
that I have gained another?'
"'I do not know,' said the woman, and though they were walking now
through unlighted spaces and he could not see her face, our reporter
divined from her broken tones that she was crying. 'I cannot say. All
is dark before me; there is not a star in the future to light me on my
way.'
"'Do not give up hope,' said our reporter. 'I am by your side to help
you. You and your daughter, two women, alone in London as I
understand, without a friend, can do very little, but an earnest,
willing man, who has influence and means to back him up, may do much.'
"In his sincere sympathy our reporter pressed the woman's arm, and she
uttered an exclamation of pain.
"Have I hurt you?' he asked, hurriedly.
"'My arm has been injured,' replied the woman, biting her lip so that
she should not repeat the cry; 'it has been cut to the bone.'
"'I am very sorry. Is it your left arm?'
"'Yes.'
"'Was it recently done?--but I beg your pardon for questioning you so
closely.'
"'You have the right to question me. It was done a few days ago.'
"'You are unfortunate in more ways than one.'
"'Truly, truly,' sighed the woman. 'Your voice, your words are kind,
but I can think of nothing but my dear child. She is waiting for me,
expecting me, listening for my footsteps on the stairs. If I could
escape--if I could get away unseen!'
"'You must not dream of it; you would plunge yourself into deeper
trouble; and my word is pledged.'
"'Yes, yes, I forgot; I am ungrateful.'
"'I will do all I can for you at the Police Station; if it is
possible, you shall in a few minutes go to your daughter; but I must
not disguise from you the chances are very small.'
"'But you will try--you will try?'
"'Yes, I will try; I will stand bail for you; I can do no more just
now.'
"'You have done much, more than I can repay. If they are cruel enough
to detain me, how long shall I have to wait?'
"'Till to-morrow morning. You will be brought up before a magistrate.'
"'It is a terrible disgrace, a terrible, terrible disgrace! But they
cannot punish me if I have done nothing wrong?'
"'No, they cannot punish you unless they can prove something against
you which will render you liable.'
"'Can they upon suspicion?'
"'Upon mere suspicion, no.'
"'When I appear before the magistrate, will you be there?'
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