Detective and mystery stories; London (England) -- Fiction; Murder -- Investigation -- Fiction
I swear, by all I hold most sacred, that I had no
murderous intention at the time.
"We arrived in Mortality-lane shortly after midnight, and a few
minutes later Grent appeared in disguise to keep his appointment. At
first he was alarmed at seeing two of us, but I explained--mimicking
the voice of Lydia, which I could imitate very well--that Julia was
the son of my landlady, whom I had brought to protect me in the
midnight streets. Mr. Grent was pacified, and shewed me the notes done
up in one bundle. I wanted to look at them, but he refused to give
them into my hands. I then tried to take them, but did it too
strongly, and Grent suspected something. He snatched at my veil, it
came off, and in the light of a near gas-lamp he recognised me. I was
furious and lost my temper. Grent began to run with the notes. As I
was determined to have them I followed, and threw myself on him. For
his own sake he was afraid to cry out, but struggled with me in
silence. He tore the lace off my cloak; so finding him bent on
resistance, I drew my knife and, watching my opportunity, I stabbed
him to the heart. He fell with a low cry, and when I examined him I
found him stone dead.
"Julia was in a great state; she cried and wrung her hands, until I
thought someone would come. I made her be quiet, and took the packet
of notes off Grent's dead body; these I slipped into the pocket of the
dress I wore. Then I took Julia's arm, and was going away with her,
when it struck me that, to save myself and the girl from suspicion, it
would be a good thing to lay the blame on the secret society. Before I
left home I had put two tomb-images in my pocket, as I thought if
Grent did not give up the money I might produce one, say I represented
the society, and thus terrify him into giving me the ten thousand
pounds. I would have tried this trick if he had not torn off my veil
and recognised me. As it was, in a moment of passion, I killed him. To
avert suspicion and cast it on Manuel, I placed a Blue Mummy on the
ground beside the corpse. Then I took Julia up the lane, we found a
cab and got into it. I told the man to drive to Northumberland-avenue,
near the theatre, as Julia wanted to get out there, saying it was near
her lodgings.
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