Detective and mystery stories; Murder -- Investigation -- Fiction; Police -- England -- Fiction
Austin looked sharply at the speaker.
‘I didn’t say so,’ he answered dryly, ‘but—stop, let me think a
moment.’
For some minutes silence reigned in the gloomy cell. To Daunt it had
seemed as if his client was on the verge of a confession, and he
wondered if one more sordid story was to be added to the list of those
to which the grey walls of this grim apartment had in all probability
listened. Austin sat motionless, his mind evidently engrossed with
some problem, the solution of which eluded him. But at last he seemed
to find it. Straightening himself up, he faced the solicitor.
‘This news you have brought makes a tremendous difference to me,’ he
said. ‘From my point of view there is no longer any reason why the
events of that tragic night should not be known. I have remained
silent for two reasons. First, because of my mother. The thought of
her learning that she was still the wife of that drunken scoundrel was
more than I could bear. You’ll understand my feelings—the whole thing
is so painful I hate to speak of it. Then there was another reason. I
made the unforgivable blunder of being afraid to tell Miss Drew. I
have paid for that already, and every bit of that payment I deserve
ten times over. I distrusted her. I thought if the circumstances of my
birth came out she might have nothing more to do with me. And I just
couldn’t risk that. You see, it was not as if there had been any
deliberate evil on my parents’ part. Both were utterly innocent, and
even ignorant that anything was wrong. Therefore I could not see that
I was called upon to chance the wrecking of my happiness on what was
after all a mere technical matter only. God forgive me, I did not
intend to tell that angel. I feared the stigma would remain. Well, I
have suffered for it. As I ought to have known, she was above a petty
feeling of that sort. I should have told her the moment I knew of the
matter myself. I should have told Tanner everything at the start. Much
trouble would have been saved. And now it may be too late. I may not
be believed.’
‘I don’t know, of course, what you propose to tell,’ said Daunt as the
other paused, ‘but as your legal adviser I should warn you to be very
careful of what you say to anyone. If you care to tell your story to
me, I shall be pleased to advise you as to what, if any of it, should
be made public.’
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