Wyllard's Weird: A NovelBraddon, M. E. (Mary Elizabeth)
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Wyllard's Weird: A Novel
Braddon, M. E. (Mary Elizabeth)
Murder -- Fiction; Mystery and detective stories
"My dear Wyllard, what a question for a clever man to ask!" exclaimed
the lawyer, with a shade of contempt. "To speculate upon the motive I
must have some knowledge of the man, and of this girl's murderer I know
nothing. If I could once find the man, I should soon find the motive.
Such a murder as this generally means the breaking of some legal tie
that has become onerous--some bond which death alone can loosen."
CHAPTER IV.
BOTHWELL DECLINES TO ANSWER.
The room at the Vital Spark was filled to overflowing on the occasion
of the adjourned inquiry. At the previous examination only the
inhabitants of Bodmin and its immediate neighbourhood had been present;
but on this second afternoon people had come from long distances, and
there was not standing room for the audience, which filled the passage,
and waited with strained ears to catch a stray word now and then
through the open door.
The idea of a profound mystery--of a dastardly crime--had been fostered
in the local mind by the newspapers, which had harped upon the ghastly
theme, and gloated over the particulars of the nameless girl's fate
in paragraphs and leaderettes _ad nauseam_. Articles headed "More
details concerning the Bodmin Mystery," "Further particulars about the
strange death on the railway," had served as the salt to give savour
to cut and dried reports about the harvest, the markets, and those
small offenders whose peccadilloes furnish the material for Justice to
exercise her might upon at petty sessions.
Every one had read about that strange death of a lonely girl in the
summer sunset. Every one was interested in a fate so melancholy--an
abandonment so inexplicable.
"I thought that there was hardly ever a human being so isolated as to
be owned by no one," said the curate of Wadebridge. "Yet it would seem
that this poor girl had no one to care for her in life, or to identify
her after death. If she had one friend living in England or France,
surely that person must have made some sign before now."
"People in France are very slow to hear about anything that happens in
England," replied Dr. Menheniot, to whom the curate had been talking.
"But I heard Mr. Heathcote, at the first inquiry, say that he meant to
advertise in a Parisian newspaper."
"Then be sure the advertisement appeared," answered Menheniot.
"Heathcote is one of those few men with whom meaning and doing are the
same thing."
The inquiry dragged its slow length along, and hardly one new fact
was elicited. There was a great deal of repetition, in spite of the
Coroner's attempt to keep all his witnesses to the point. Mr. Distin
sat near the Coroner, and asked a few questions of two or three of the
witnesses; and though he elicited no actually new facts, he seemed to
put things in a clearer light by his cross-examination.
Just before the close of the inquiry, he said:
"I see Mr. Grahame, of Penmorval, is here this afternoon. I should like
to ask him a question or two, if you have no objection."
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