Detective and mystery stories; England -- Fiction; Murder -- Investigation -- Fiction
"Never be ashamed of speaking his Christian name, my dear," advised
Mrs. Baldwin. "Lovers will be lovers; eh, Mrs. Fane?"
"It would seem so," said Julia serenely. "I dislike demonstrative
affection myself. But what did this professor say?"
"Professor Bocaros is his name," said Mrs. Baldwin, who would tell her
story in her own slow way. "He told me that Mr. Calvert had come into
a fortune."
"Into a fortune?" gasped Laura, turning even paler than she was.
"Of course, my dear, you know all about it," said Mrs. Baldwin
playfully. "He told you that this poor woman who was killed here was
his cousin."
Laura uttered an ejaculation and stared, but Julia interposed. "We did
hear something about it," she said. "Has this woman left Mr. Calvert a
fortune?"
"So Professor Bocaros says," replied the other woman. "Ten thousand a
year. I suppose he'll spend some in finding how the poor soul came by
her death in this very room," said Mrs. Baldwin, with a shudder.
"I suppose he will. Let us hope so," said Julia. "Laura, you are not
looking well. Had you not better lie down?"
"Thank you," said Laura mechanically, and without a word left the
room. But Julia, with a hasty apology to the astonished Mrs. Baldwin,
followed, and outside the door caught her sister by the arm. "You
wanted to find a motive for Arnold Calvert committing this crime," she
said. "It was for the money."
CHAPTER XI
THE INQUIRY-AGENT
Arnold Calvert occupied rooms in Bloomsbury; pleasant old rooms in a
house which had been fashioned in Georgian times. It stood in a quiet
street undisturbed by the noise of traffic or the shrieking of
children at play. Even organ-grinders rarely came that way, as the
neighbourhood was not remunerative. Consequently the house was mostly
occupied by people of delicate health who disliked noise. Mrs. Varney,
the landlady, was a motherly old person with rather a hard eye. At one
time she had been on the stage, and traces of that period appeared in
her deliberate movements and slow voice. She always seemed as though
she were reciting Shakespeare with appropriate gestures, although she
had played but minor parts in the dramas of the bard.
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