Detective and mystery stories; Murder -- Investigation -- Fiction
"Although I haven't much influence with Sir Charles," Mrs. Bolstreath
warned them, "and he is fond of having his own way."
"He always does what I ask," said Lillian confidently. "Why, although
he was so busy this evening he saw Mrs. Brown when I pleaded for her."
"He couldn't resist you," whispered Dan fondly, "no one could."
Mrs. Bolstreath argued this point, saying that Lillian was Sir
Charles's daughter, and fathers could not be expected to feel like
lovers. She also mentioned that she was jeopardizing her situation by
advocating the match, which was certainly a bad one from a financial
point of view, and would be turned out of doors as an old romantic
fool. The lovers assured her she was the most sensible of women and
that if she was turned out of doors they would take her in to the
cottage where they proposed to reside like two turtle doves. Then came
laughter and kisses and the feeling that the world was not such a bad
place after all. It was a very merry trio that alighted at the door of
Moon's great Hampstead mansion.
Then came a shock, the worse for being wholly unexpected. At the door
the three were met by Marcus Penn, who was Moon's secretary. He looked
leaner and more haggard than ever, and his general attitude was that
of the bearer of evil news. Dan and Lillian and Mrs. Bolstreath stared
at him in amazement. "You may as well know the worst at once, Miss
Moon," said Penn, his lips quivering with nervousness, "your father is
dead. He has been murdered."
CHAPTER II
A COMPLETE MYSTERY
It was Mrs. Bolstreath who carried Lillian upstairs in her stout arms,
for when Penn made his brusque announcement the girl fainted straight
away, which was very natural considering the horror of the
information. Dan remained behind to tell the secretary that he was
several kinds of fool, since no one but a superfine ass would blurt
out so terrible a story to a delicate girl. Not that Penn had told his
story, for Lillian had become unconscious the moment her bewildered
brain grasped that the father she had left a few hours earlier in good
health and spirits was now a corpse. But he told it to Dan, and
mentioned that Mr. Durwin was in the library wherein the death had
taken place.
"Mr. Durwin? Who is Mr. Durwin?" asked Dan trying to collect his
senses, which had been scattered by the dreadful news.
"An official from Scotland Yard; I told you so after dinner," said
Penn in an injured tone, "he came to see Sir Charles by appointment at
nine o'clock and found him a corpse."
"Sir Charles was alive when we left shortly after eight," remarked Dan
sharply; "at a quarter-past eight to be precise. What took place in
the meantime?"
"Obviously the violent death of Sir Charles," faltered the secretary.
"What evidence have you to show that he died by violence?" asked
Halliday.
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