The Valley of the ShadowMcNeile, H. C. (Herman Cyril)
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The Valley of the Shadow
McNeile, H. C. (Herman Cyril)
Attempted murder -- Fiction; Husband and wife -- Fiction; Short stories; Triangles (Interpersonal relations) -- Fiction
THE VALLEY
OF THE SHADOW
BY
H. C McNEILE
NEW YORK
GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY
COPYRIGHT, 1924,
BY H. C. MC NEILE
THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW
PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
For the twentieth time Hilda Garling asked herself the same question—Why
had her husband asked Jack Denver to stay? Mechanically she helped
herself to some dish which the footman was handing to her, hardly
knowing what it was she took. Why had he asked Jack to stay?
Such a thing was so completely foreign to her husband’s habits of late.
For the last year or so he had grown more and more of a recluse,
shutting himself away for hours and even days at a time, and having his
meals served in his own room, until the big house standing back from the
Portsmouth road had seemed a veritable prison to his wife. Not that it
was much better when her husband did come out of his seclusion, but at
any rate he was a human being of her own class.
She had tried asking people to stay, but it wasn’t a success. When your
host plainly shows you that your presence fails to amuse him, even the
most thick-skinned guest begins to look up the trains for London. She
had tried going away to stay with friends, but that was only a temporary
panacea. And then a year ago even that relief had been denied her. Her
husband had complained once or twice of a pain in the chest, and
although he scouted the idea that it was anything but indigestion, he at
length agreed to do as she wished and send for a doctor. And the doctor
had spoken to her after his examination.
“Mrs. Garling,” he said, “I am sorry to have to be the bearer of—I won’t
say bad, but of serious news. It is no mere question of indigestion, I
fear. It is heart trouble—and it is pronounced. Please understand me.
There is no reason, if your husband lives a quiet life and avoids
excitement or undue exertion of all sorts, why he shouldn’t live for
another twenty or thirty years. But any sudden physical call on his
system—and the chances are, I am afraid, it would kill him.”
“Have you told my husband?” she asked him.
“Not quite as clearly as I have told you,” answered the doctor. “But he
is fully aware that his condition is more serious than he thought.”
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