Detective and mystery stories; England -- Fiction; Murder -- Investigation -- Fiction
"Well, no," replied Towton, truthfully and justly. "You may have
employed Hokar to strangle him."
"That is very good of you," said Frances satirically, "but I don't
place my own sins on the shoulders of others. Hokar taught me how to
strangle in the Thug fashion certainly, but he did not kill Dimsdale.
I did."
"Still, I don't believe that the murder was premeditated," insisted
Towton.
"Upon my word," said Miss Hest good-humouredly and as coolly as though
she were gossiping over a cup of tea, "one would think you were
counsel for the defence. No, you are right. I did not intend to murder
Dimsdale. Having got you out of the way----"
"You mean that you got Vernon out of the way?"
"Of course," assented Frances, sitting down and crossing her legs in a
gentlemanly fashion; "but you must excuse my bad memory, as I have so
much to think of. I got Vernon out of the way, as I overheard, and
Maunders there overheard, the arrangement for a trap. We were both on
the verandah."
"And I was with you," wailed Ida, shivering again. "So you were," said
Miss Hest raising her eyebrows, "but you heard nothing. Maunders
caught a word or two through the open window of the library and warned
me. While you, my dear Ida, were talking to him I stole round the
corner and listened. Knowing all about the trap, I had Vernon decoyed
to the Kensington house, and at the appointed time I went into the
library, masked and cloaked, as were the other guests at the ball.
Dimsdale was waiting for me. I stole up behind him and slipped a
handkerchief round his neck."
"Oh!" The Colonel was revolted. "And you say that the crime was not
premeditated?"
"I say truly. I simply prepared to strangle him slightly should he
have made an outcry. Remember, I was in a dangerous position and could
not stand on ceremony. Had Dimsdale given me the money and permitted
me to leave by the window I would have spared his life. As it was, he
saw me in the mirror, which was directly in front of him."
"But you were masked: he could not recognise you?"
"I am coming to that. He waited for a moment, until I made my demand
for the money, then suddenly threw back his hand, and before I guessed
his intention he tore the mask from my face. When he recognised me I
was obliged, for my own safety, to strangle him. As the handkerchief
was in position I simply tightened it, and he was soon dead. Then I
searched for the money, but, not being able to find it, I resumed my
mask and returned to the ballroom. Maunders, of course, was with me
all the time, and awaited my return."
"I did not know that you had committed a murder," said Maunders
gloomily.
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