The Starvel Hollow tragedy : $b An Inspector French caseCrofts, Freeman Wills
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The Starvel Hollow tragedy : $b An Inspector French case
Crofts, Freeman Wills
Detective and mystery stories; French, Joseph (Fictitious character) -- Fiction; Police -- Great Britain -- Fiction
“As you have inquired into this terrible affair, you probably know a
good deal of what I am going to tell you. However, lest you should not
have heard all, I shall begin at the beginning.
“In the year 1913 I was appointed assistant on the medical staff of
the Ransome Institute. One of the attendants there was called Roper,
John Roper: the John Roper who lost his life at Starvel some weeks
ago. He was a sneering, cynical man with an outwardly correct manner,
but when he wished to be nasty, with a very offensive turn of phrase.
He was under my immediate supervision and we fell foul of each other
almost at once.
“One day, turning a corner in one of the corridors I came on Roper
with his arms round one of the nurses. Whether she was encouraging him
or not I could not tell, but when he saw me he let her go and she
instantly vanished. I spoke to him sharply and said I would report
him. I should have been warned by his look of hate, but he spoke
civilly and quietly.
“‘I have nothing to say about myself,’ he said, ‘but you’ll admit that
Nurse Williams is a good nurse, and well conducted. I happen to know
she is supporting her mother, and if she gets the sack it will be ruin
to both of them.’
“I told him he should have considered that earlier, but when I thought
over the affair I felt sorry for the girl. She was, as he had said, a
thoroughly attentive, kindly girl, and a good nurse. Well, not to make
too long a story, there I made my mistake. I showed weakness and I
made no report.”
Philpot had by this time mastered his emotion and now he was speaking
quietly and collectedly, though with an earnestness that carried
conviction.
“But though I hadn’t reported him, Roper from that moment hated me. He
was outwardly polite, but I could see the hatred in his eyes. I, on my
part, grew short with him. We never spoke except on business and as
little as possible on that. But all the time he was watching for his
revenge.
“In May, 1914, I married and set up house at Braeside. Then came the
war and in ’15 I joined up. After two years I was invalided out and
went back to Kintilloch. Roper, I should say, was exempted from
service owing to a weak heart.
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