Detective and mystery stories, English; English fiction -- 20th century; Short stories, English
"'Because,' the witness replied, 'I was naturally rather anxious to
know how things were, and because I hoped to get a day on the river
with a friend, and to make an early start if possible. However, when
I got to the flat, Mrs. Triscott wanted to get away, and so I agreed
to stay there and wait until ten o'clock, when, so Mrs. Triscott
assured me, my brother would certainly be home. As a matter of fact
he always used to get home at that hour with clockwork regularity on
the Monday mornings after his holiday. My father was asleep, and
Mrs. Triscott left me instructions what to do in case he required
anything. At half-past nine he woke. I heard him stirring and I
went into his room and gave him some barley-water and sat with him
for a little while. He seemed quite cheerful and good-tempered, and,
honestly, I did not think that he was any worse than he had been for
weeks. Just before ten o'clock he dropped off to sleep again. I
knew that my brother would be in within the next half hour and, as
this would not be the first time that my father had been left alone
in the flat, I did not think that I should be doing anything wrong by
leaving him. I went back to my chambers and was busy making
arrangements for the day when I had a telephone message from my
brother that our father was dead.'
"Questioned by the coroner as to the disagreement which he had had
with his father on the previous Wednesday, Mr. Philip Ashley
indignantly repudiated the idea that there was any quarrel.
"'My father,' he said, 'had a very violent temper and a very harsh,
penetrating voice. He certainly did get periodically angry with me
whenever I explained to him that my marriage to Lady Peet-Jackson
could not, in all decency, take place for at least another six
months. He would storm and shriek for a little while,' the witness
went on, 'but we invariably parted the best of friends.'"
The Old Man in the Corner paused for a little while, leaving me both
interested and puzzled. I was trying to piece together what I
remembered of the case with what he had just told me, and I was
longing to hear his explanation of the events which followed that
memorable inquest. After a little while the funny creature resumed:
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