Detective and mystery stories; England -- Fiction; Murder -- Investigation -- Fiction
"To come to the point which I know you want to reach. On the night of
Carr's murder I was at the rectory. It came to my ears through some
words dropped by Frisco when he was intoxicated, that Carr intended to
disinherit my son. Whom he intended to favour I do not know, nor do I
care. But I could not stand meekly by and see the lad robbed of what
was righteously his own. I went into Saxham that afternoon to see Carr
and to remonstrate against his committing the monstrous injustice he
contemplated. He saw me with the greatest coolness and behaved quite
in accordance with his character. In vain did I point out that Stephen
was the sole living representative of his blood, and was entitled by
law to the property. Carr said that he had another relative living; a
cousin descended from an uncle of his, who had been turned out of
doors by his grandfather. This uncle had married in America, and had
died, leaving a daughter who married a Yankee. It was the son of this
daughter to whom Carr referred as his cousin. Furthermore he declared
that his cousin had a son about the age of my Stephen. I asked him if
he intended to leave the property to this cousin and his brat. But
this he denied. He said that he had made the money himself and would
leave it to whomsoever he pleased. In a word he defied me. I was
helpless. I could do nothing, and that afternoon I left 'The Pines'
mad with rage, after a threat to kill Carr. Needless to say he laughed
at my threat.
"Why did I not kill him then you will ask? Because I wanted to give
the man one last chance. I warned him that I would shoot him if he
persisted in his injustice. I said that I would return that evening
for my answer. Then I went to the rectory and had dinner with Pentland
Corn.
"Here, my dear Herrick, I may state that I had brought a pistol with
me--or rather a revolver. It belonged to Stephen who at one time had a
craze for shooting. The revolver was put away in its case, which was
on the mantelpiece of his study. I remembered that it was there, and
on looking I found that all six chambers were loaded. I knew that
Stephen never troubled about the weapon, so I took it with me to 'The
Pines.' But on that afternoon I did not use it. Carr, I said to
myself, should have his chance.
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