Detective and mystery stories, English; English fiction -- 20th century; Short stories, English
"'About a quarter of an hour later,' Miss Amelia went on, 'Janet
suddenly took up her hat and coat. I asked her where she was going,
and she said to me: "I don't know, but I must put an end to all this.
I must know one way or the other." I tried to question her further,
but she was in an obstinate mood; when I remarked that it was raining
hard she said: "That's all right, the rain will do me good." And
when I asked her whether she wasn't going to meet Captain Marston
after all, she just gave me a look, but she made no reply. And so my
poor sister went out into the darkness and the rain, and I never
again saw her alive.'
"Miss Amelia paused just long enough to give true dramatic value to
her statement, and indeed there was nothing lukewarm now about the
interest which she aroused; then she continued:
"'As the clock was striking nine I was surprised to receive a visit
from the headmaster, Major Gubbins. He came with a message from
Captain Marston to my sister; I told him that Janet had gone out. He
appeared vexed, and told me that the Captain would be terribly
disappointed.'
"'What was this message?' the coroner asked, amidst breathless
silence.
"'That Janet would please meet Captain Marston at the Dog's Tooth
Cliff. He would wait for her there until nine o'clock.'"
The Old Man in the Corner gave a short, sharp laugh, and with loving
eyes contemplated his bit of string, in which he had just woven an
elegant and complicated knot. Then he said:
"Now it was at the foot of the Dog's Tooth Cliff that the dead body
of Janet Smith was found and some thirty yards further on the stick
which had last been seen in the hand of Captain Franklin Marston.
Nervous women gave a gasp, and scarcely dared to look at the accused,
for fear, no doubt, that they would see the hangman's rope around his
neck, but I took a good look at him then. He had uttered a loud
groan and buried his face in his hands, and I, with that unerring
intuition on which I pride myself, knew that he was acting. Yes,
deliberately acting a part--the part of shame and despair. You, no
doubt, would ask me why he should have done this. Well, you shall
understand presently. For the moment, and to all unthinking
spectators, the attitude of despair on the part of the accused
appeared fully justified.
"Later on we heard the evidence of Major Gubbins himself. He said
that about seven o'clock he met Captain Marston in the hall of the
Institute.
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