Detective and mystery stories; England -- Fiction; Murder -- Investigation -- Fiction
"What do you wish to do?"
"I'll tell you later. Leave me alone for the present."
"Just one word, Miss Clarice," implored the nurse; "Master Ferdy. Is
he quite safe now?"
"Yes," said Clarice, lying to save pain to that faithful old heart; "I
think Ferdy is safe, Nanny. Now go."
Mrs. Rebson, quite satisfied, departed, and kept the servants
downstairs, according to her instructions. Clarice went at once to
Ferdy's room, and began to search. For twenty minutes she was
unsuccessful, as she came across nothing suspicious. It was a
difficult search, as she did not know what to look for. But she judged
that it might be a letter or a blood-stained shirt, or something
likely to implicate her brother in the crime. Several times she
stopped turning out drawers and examining the wardrobe to laugh at the
folly which possessed her to believe in Zara's lies. But some feeling
that there might be truth in the dancer's hint made her search on. And
yet Clarice could not believe that Ferdy, whom she had locked in this
very room, had anything to do with so awful a crime. Let alone the
fact that Ferdy, although foolish, was not wicked.
But the end came at last, and she found what she sought--and what she
sought was evidence implicating Ferdy. In a small drawer, wrapped up
carefully in an old silk tie, the girl found a small india-rubber
stamp. With a wildly beating heart, she dipped this in water to
moisten it, and pressed hard on a scrap of shaving paper. She removed
the stamp, and found on the paper a faint impression of the Purple
Fern.
CHAPTER XXI
ACKWORTH'S NEWS
Mrs. Rebson, being a woman, and fond of gossip, had her fair share of
curiosity. Also she was anxious to hear what Clarice had been doing in
London, and to know exactly how she had saved Ferdy, although Mrs.
Rebson had a very vague idea of what Ferdy was to be saved from. That
her darling had anything to do with the crime never entered her
foolish old head. However, her impatience would not permit her to stay
downstairs longer than an hour, so she went back to the room of her
young mistress as soon as she could.
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