Detective and mystery stories; England -- Fiction; Murder -- Investigation -- Fiction
"No, I did not tell you at the time: it would have spoilt your
pleasure. But when Ida learned the truth by entering the library you
guessed what had taken place. I kept you with me for your own sake, to
provide an _alibi_ should you be suspected, as I feared Vernon might
be clever enough to guess that you had something to do with it. As a
matter of fact, he did hint at it when he called many days later, but
I was enabled to say that you were with me all the time, and so he was
put off the scent."
"I remember," murmured the Colonel to himself, but not so low as not
to be overheard by Miss Hest's marvellously sharp ears. "Vernon was
quite satisfied when you provided the _alibi_ for Maunders. He never
suspected _you_."
"No one ever suspected me," said Frances coolly. "There is no need for
me to speak of my own cleverness. Anyone who can baffle the police as
I have done has no need to boast."
"But why, in heaven's name, with your abilities, did you embark on
such an evil course?" asked Towton amazed at her _sang-froid_.
"Fate, Fortune, Destiny: what name you will," said Miss Hest
carelessly. "But you have tried to exonerate me, Colonel, and because
of that you shall hear the whole story," and, leaning forward, she
pulled the bell-rope.
"Remember, I shall repeat all you say to the police," warned Towton.
"I am not afraid of the police," retorted Frances with a shrug; "all
my plans are made--to escape. As that fool," she pointed to Maunders
lying sullenly on the floor, "has betrayed me twice I give him to you
as a sacrifice. But I shall never stand in the dock, you may be sure."
"Will you kill yourself?" cried Ida, terrified at this strength of
mind.
"No, my dear. I am too much in love with life. You shall know my plan
presently. Meantime, you shall hear how I came to be a blackmailer, as
you have already heard why I murdered Dimsdale, to my misfortune."
"To your misfortune, indeed! sharply.
"You may well say so, Colonel. I never intended to soil my hands with
blood, least of all with that of a man whom I liked and who was kind
to me. Don't sigh, Ida; after all, I did not shed his blood, as I
merely strangled him. But that death brought you and Vernon in chase
of me, Colonel, and so I am hunted down. Still, had Maunders been
true, I should have been safe. You knew Francis Hest as the criminal,
thanks to Maunders. I merged the brother in the sister and made
everything safe. Now," she shrugged her shoulders, "I must flit."
"You shall go to prison with me," panted Maunders furiously.
"I think not," rejoined Miss Hest contemptuously. "Don't you know me
well enough yet to be aware that I provide against all contingencies.
Come in!" she added, raising her voice, and, when the door opened,
looked at Towton. "I shall ask my old nurse, Miss Jewin, to relate the
beginning of my career; at a later time I can take up the tale, and
then our tumbled-down friend yonder can finish the story. Sarah, enter
and close the door."
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