The Wicked MarquisOppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips)
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The Wicked Marquis
Oppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips)
Detective and mystery stories; Fiction
"Listen, David," he said; "there's twilight an hour away yet, but it
will soon be here. The blackbirds are calling for it, and the wind's
dropping. Now you see. That was her room," he added, touching the
window, "and there's the door out, just the same. You see that tree
there? I was crouching behind that with my gun ready loaded, and there
was murder in my heart--I tell you that, boy. I watched the Abbey. I
was supposed to be safe in Fakenham Town, safe for a good two hours,
and I lay there and watched because I knew, and no one came. And then
I heard a whisper. I turned my head, although I was most afeared, and
out of that door--that door from Marcia's room, David--I saw him come.
I saw her arms come out and draw him back, and then I began to breathe
hard, but the trees were thick that way--I'd been looking for him
coming from the Abbey---and they stole out together, arm in arm. I was
so near them that they must have heard me groan, for Marcia started.
And then, before I knew what was happening, he--the Marquis, mind--had
struck up my gun, caught it by the barrel and sent it flying. My hand
was on his throat, but he was as strong as I was, in those days, and a
mighty wrestler. It's my shame, boy, after all these years to have to
confess it, but he got the better of me. I was crazy with anger, and
he had me down. And then he stood aside and bade me get up, and my
strength seemed all gone. He stood there looking at me contemptuously.
'Don't make a fool of yourself, Vont,' he said. 'Your daughter and I
understand one another, and our concerns have nothing to do with you.
If you have anything to say to me, come up to the Abbey to-morrow.
You'll find your gun in the thicket.' He turned round and he kissed
Marcia's fingers, just like I'd seen them do in the distance at their
fine parties up there, and he strolled away. There was the gun in the
thicket, and he knew it, and I knew it, and I couldn't move, and he
went. And all I could hear was Marcia crying, and those birds singing
behind, and I just slipped away into the wood."
"Uncle, is it worth while bringing this all up again?" David
interrupted.
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