Produced by David Edwards, Matthew Wheaton and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive) THE STORY OF CHARLES STRANGE A Novel BY MRS. HENRY WOOD AUTHOR OF "EAST LYNNE," ETC. IN THREE VOLUMES VOL. II. LONDON RICHARD BENTLEY AND SON Publishers in Ordinary to Her Majesty the Queen 1888 [_All Rights Reserved_] CONTENTS OF VOL. II. CHAPTER PAGE I. SUSPICION 1 II. NOT LIFTED 26 III. ONE NIGHT IN ESSEX STREET 52 IV. LEAH'S STORY 75 V. LADY CLAVERING 100 VI. THE MISSING WILL 130 VII. ANNABEL 154 VIII. PERRY'S REVELATION 178 IX. SOMEONE ELSE SEEN 200 X. PROWLING ABOUT 224 XI. MRS. BRIGHTMAN 247 XII. MY LORD AND MY LADY 272 THE STORY OF CHARLES STRANGE. CHAPTER I. SUSPICION. The church-clock of that small country place, Upper Marshdale, was chiming half-past nine on a dark night, as the local inspector turned out of the police-station and made his way with a fleet step across a piece of waste land and some solitary fields beyond it. His name was Poole, and he was hastening to Marshdale House, as Lord Level's place was called. A mysterious occurrence had taken place there the night before: Lord Level, previously an invalid, had been stabbed in his bed. The officer rang a loud peal at the outer gate, and a policeman, who had been already sent on, came from the house to answer the summons. He waited when they were both within the gate, knowing that he should be questioned. His superior walked half-way up the avenue, and placed his back against a tree. "What have you learnt, Jekyl? Any clue to the assassin?" The policeman dropped his voice to a whisper, as though afraid the very trees might hear. "Speak up," sharply interrupted the inspector. "The air carries no tales." "The case seems as clear, sir, as any we ever came across; a clear case against Lady Level." It takes a great deal to astonish a police inspector, but this announcement certainly astonished Mr. Inspector Poole. "Against Lady Level?" he repeated. "She's the guilty one, sir, I fear. But who'd think it, to see her? Only about twenty or so, and with beauty enough to knock you over, and blue eyes that look you down in their pride. She's dressed out like those high-born ladies do dress, in light silk that glistens as she walks, her neck and arms uncovered. There's a gentleman with her now, some friend of the family, and he won't let us go on with our investigation. He came and stopped it, and said we were acting against Lord Level's wishes."