The Mystery of the Clasped Hands: A NovelBoothby, Guy
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The Mystery of the Clasped Hands: A Novel
Boothby, Guy
Detective and mystery stories; Fiction
“And when did he return to England, for I understand he has been abroad
until lately?”
“On Thursday morning. I met him at the Mahl Stick Club an hour or two
after his return from Paris.”
“Now, sir, one other question, and the last. The girl, I understand,
told you that she was married, and refused to say to whom. I have had an
opportunity of examining the wedding-ring from her finger. Somewhat to
my surprise, I found that it was of Austrian make. Now, how does it come
about that a girl living in Naples should be married with an Austrian
wedding-ring? It was, moreover, an expensive one. What I want to know
is, was the young woman ever in Vienna?”
“Never, to the best of my belief,” said Godfrey. “At any rate she never
told me so.”
“Now, sir, there’s one point I want to clear up, and when I have done
that, I sha’n’t be at all certain that I haven’t got the key to the
whole mystery. Is it only a singular coincidence, do you think, that
Teresina Cardi, your old model, wore a wedding-ring of Austrian make,
and that the box in which her hands were sent to you the other day
should bear the label of a well-known Vienna firm?”
He chuckled and rubbed his hands together, as he put this question to
Godfrey.
“It certainly seems singular,” said the latter; “but why should not the
ring have been purchased in Naples, even if it were of Austrian make?”
“There is not the least reason why it should not, but the coincidence is
worth remarking. Now, sir, I shall leave you to think over what I have
said. I shall telegraph to Naples and Vienna, and meanwhile endeavour to
find out who it was handed the box in at Euston. Allow me to wish you
good-day, gentlemen.”
They returned his salutations, after which he went away, leaving one
little ray of hope behind him.
“A most remarkable man that!” said Codey, appreciatively, when the door
was once more closed. “He will follow the trail now like a sleuth-hound.
In the meantime, Mr. Henderson, I can not promise you anything very
hopeful for to-morrow. I shall apply to the magistrate for a remand in
order to give Burrell more time to look about him. I shall keep in touch
with him, you may be sure. I have retained Alfred Rolland as counsel for
you. He and I have often worked together, and I don’t think you could
have a better man.”
“I place myself in your hands unreservedly,” said Godfrey. “Do whatever
you think best, and spare no expense. I have others besides myself to
think of in this matter.”
“You have indeed, poor souls!” said Sir Vivian. “I shall go down
to-night, and try to reassure them, and come up again first thing in the
morning.”
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