The Strand Magazine, Vol. 27, No. 161, May 1904Various
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The Strand Magazine, Vol. 27, No. 161, May 1904
Various
English literature -- Periodicals; Short stories, English -- Periodicals
Then, one morning, Sir Lewin called upon me; he and Lady Maxwell had
returned only the previous night from town. He made no reference to the
circumstances of our last meeting, but asked me to come to the Hall that
afternoon, as his wife was far from well, and anxious to see me.
I went accordingly and found her alone, lying upon a couch in her
morning-room and looking sadly, terribly changed.
"I have asked you to come," she said, when I had taken a seat beside
her, "because I want to tell you the truth about Allan Fortescue; he has
suffered all these years through my fault, and I must make what
reparation I can before----It was I who really had the diamonds; I
wanted them, and I employed him to bring me the casket; he did this
quite innocently, as you will hear, not knowing what it contained. I had
seen it on the dressing-table when I went to say good-night to my aunt
just after she had gone to bed--about nine o'clock; but I was equally
afraid either to take it then or to return to the room in the dark later
on. Yet the chance seemed too good to be lost; I had never seen the
casket left exposed before; it was always kept under lock and key. On my
way downstairs I met Allan Fortescue, and we went together to the
drawing-room. As we sat chatting by the fire, the plan I afterwards
carried out occurred to me. The talk turned upon ghosts, and he said he
should much like to meet one. Then I told him, truly, that one room in
the house was said to be haunted by the spirit of a lady who had died
there mysteriously on her return from a ball at which she had promised
her lover to elope with him. I explained that nothing had been disturbed
since the morning she was found there, dead in her chair before the
mirror; but instead of the room to which the story really attached I
described the one I had just left, and dared him to visit it after
midnight. He said he had no fear, but I added that I should not believe
in his courage unless he brought me as a proof a small ebony casket
which had always stood upon the dressing-table. He laughed and said he
would do even that, and I promised to meet him in the conservatory the
following morning before breakfast to receive it and hear his
experiences. He was quite strange to the house and did not know how any
of the bedrooms were occupied except his own and his pupil's, which were
in another wing. In the morning he handed me the casket as arranged. You
know the rest; you see he was helpless in my hands."
"Do you mean to tell me," I asked, "that you wrecked a man's life for a
few jewels?"
[Illustration: "'DON'T JUDGE ME TOO HARDLY,' SHE SAID, PITEOUSLY."]
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