Detective and mystery stories; English fiction -- 19th century
I forget when was the first time she was ill there. It was while
my son was in England. I remember talking to him about it. He was away
from home at the time. There was no one in the house but myself. I
remember it because I was so frightened. There was nobody at all. Not
even a servant. I generally have a servant. I was without one then for
two or three months. I got a charwoman to come in the day. The reason
was my servant got tipsy. She had to be taken away by the police and
I was afraid for a long while to get another. I can't at all remember
when that was. I think it must have been before the Baron came. I can't
be sure. I am quite sure it was before Madame R** was taken ill. I am
sure of that because I remember so well how frightened I was. I think
Dr. Marsden attended Madame R**. He used to be very friendly with the
Baron. Everybody liked him. He was so good-natured and so very kind to
his wife. We did not think so much of her. She was very quiet, but she
did not seem to care about him. She seemed frightened like. I sometimes
thought she was not quite right in her head. The Baron was always kind
to her. He was good-natured with everybody. I never heard him say a
hard word of any one but once. That was of young Aldridge. He was
Richard's friend who lodged with us.[3] He made a noise and disturbed
Madame R**. He came home one night quite intoxicated, and the Baron
asked me to give him notice. He said if Mr. Aldridge did not go he
must. Of course I gave him notice directly. He said it was all spite.
Of course I knew that was not true. He said he was not drunk, but the
policeman found him lying on the doorstep. I forget what he said. It
was some foolish story about the Baron. I do not know of any reason why
they should have quarrelled. I remember he said something once about
Madame R** walking in her sleep. I don't know what it was. I don't
think that could have had anything to do with it. Of course it could
not. The Baron complained of being disturbed. That was all. I do not
remember that I was ever disturbed myself. His room was next to mine. I
might have been disturbed without remembering it. I certainly was that
night he came home intoxicated. He might have disturbed Madame R** and
I slept through it. I sleep heavy sometimes. I forget when this was and
when he left the house. I cannot remember the exact dates of anything.
My poor dear husband always did everything of that sort for me. He was
a very exact man. I have no sort of books or papers of any kind to
which I could refer. This is all I can tell you about it.
3.--_Statement of Mrs. Troubridge._
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