The Mystery of the Ravenspurs: A Romance and Detective Story of Thibet and EnglandWhite, Fred M. (Fred Merrick)
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The Mystery of the Ravenspurs: A Romance and Detective Story of Thibet and England
White, Fred M. (Fred Merrick)
Detective and mystery stories; England -- Fiction; Romance fiction; Tibet Autonomous Region (China) -- Fiction
"I don't know. Of course I have no evidence. But Tchigorsky chose to
interest himself in our affairs, and he has paid the penalty. That was
exactly what Marion said when she saw the body."
"So that poor child actually saw the corpse! How terrible!"
"Marion did not seem to mind. She is small and slender, but has courage
and resolution."
Mrs. May nodded. She had received information that was a long way from
being distasteful to her. She plied Geoffrey with questions as to what
Tchigorsky had said and done, but Geoffrey evaded them all. Tchigorsky
had said nothing; he had hinted vaguely at what he was going to do.
"I knew him years ago," said Mrs. May.
"Oh, indeed!" Geoffrey replied. "He never mentioned that."
Mrs. May drew a long breath. Evidently she had nothing to fear. Her
arch-enemy had gone to his account, leaving no mischief behind. Sooner
or later the man would have had to be removed; now he had gone away,
saving all the trouble. Really, it was very considerate of Tchigorsky.
"You might come to the inquest and say he was a friend of yours," said
Geoffrey.
Mrs. May looked at him sharply. Had she said too much or did he suspect?
But Geoffrey's eyes were clear and innocent of meaning. Mrs. May
shuddered. These kind of horrors made her ill, she said.
"Pray do not mention that fact," she implored. "It can do no good and it
may cause a great deal of harm."
Geoffrey disclaimed every intention of making mischief. Besides, as Mrs.
May pointed out, there was his uncle Ralph. Geoffrey shrugged his
shoulders.
"It is a hard thing to say," he murmured, "but my poor uncle's testimony
would not carry much weight. That accident he had some years ago injured
his brain. But he is harmless."
Mrs. May exchanged a few more or less banal remarks with her companion
and drove on. She had got nothing out of Geoffrey, but he had baffled
her and, what was more, had succeeded in lulling a set of lively
suspicious to sleep.
The inquest turned out as he had anticipated. The suggestion of foul
play was never raised. A surgeon testified to the fact that the deceased
met his death by drowning, and that the injury to the face was doubtless
caused by a fall on the rocks. Beyond that the condition of the body was
normal.
Geoffrey's evidence was plain and to the point. He had little to say. He
repudiated the suggestion that the family enemy had had anything to do
with the thing. Dr. Tchigorsky was merely a passing visitor; he had met
with an accident, and there was an end of the matter. It was impossible
to say more than that.
Then, to the manifest disappointment of those who had come prepared to
be thrilled with sensational details, the inquest was over almost before
it had begun. Directed by the coroner, the jury brought in a verdict of
"Found Drowned, but how the deceased came by his death there was no
evidence to show." Rupert Ravenspur rose from his seat and ordered the
servants to clear the house.
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