Lawyers -- Fiction; Love stories; Mystery and detective stories; Political corruption -- Fiction
It takes a short time to search an acre of lawn and shrubbery. There was
no trace of the missing woman anywhere outside the house, and from
Bella, as she sat at the foot of the front stairs with her apron over
her head, I learned in a monosyllable that nothing had been found in the
house. Margery was with Miss Letitia, and from the excited conversation
I knew she was telling her--not harrowing details, but that Miss Jane
had disappeared during the night.
The old lady was inclined to scoff at first.
"Look in the fruit closet in the store-room," I heard her say. "She's
let the spring lock shut on her twice; she was black in the face the
last time we found her."
"I did look; she's not there," Margery screamed at her.
"Then she's out looking for stump water to take that wart off her neck.
She said yesterday she was going for some."
"But her clothes are all here," Margery persisted. "We think some one
must have got in the house."
"If all her clothes are there she's been sleep-walking," Miss Letitia
said calmly. "We used to have to tie her by a cord around her ankle and
fasten it to the bedpost. When she tried to get up the cord would pull
and wake her."
I think after a time, however, some of Margery's uneasiness communicated
itself to the older woman. She finished dressing, and fumed when we told
her we had locked Miss Jane's door and mislaid the key. Finally, Margery
got her settled in the back parlor with some peppermints and her
knitting; she had a feeling, she said, that Jane had gone after the
stump water and lost her way, and I told Margery to keep her in that
state of mind as long as she could.
I sent for Hunter that morning and he came at three o'clock. I took him
through the back entrance to avoid Miss Letitia. I think he had been
skeptical until I threw open the door and showed him the upset chair,
the old lady's clothing, and the bloodstained lace cap. His examination
was quick and thorough. He took a crumpled sheet of note paper out of
the waste-basket and looked at it, then he stuffed it in his pocket. He
sniffed the toilet water, called Margery and asked her if any clothing
was missing, and on receiving a negative answer asked if any shawls or
wraps were gone from the halls or other rooms. Margery reported nothing
missing.
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