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
Already he had begun to adore Sister Gudule, just as the children
of the convent adored her. He forgot her hump, he forgave her the
potato-shaped nose, he accepted her beard as a detail that gave
piquancy to her countenance. He was subdued, subjugated by that
intensely sympathetic nature which revealed itself in every word and
look of the lay-sister.
But he had a task to perform, and it was necessary that he should
proceed with his inquiries in a business-like manner. He had already
taken certain notes in his pocket-book.
"Léonie Lemarque left you in 1879, and she had been with you eight
years," he said, with pencil in hand. "She must have come to you in
1871."
"Yes, it was in 1871, not long after the troubles in Paris. It was
early in November she was brought to us."
"And you were told that she had been ill two months in consequence of a
mental shock?"
"Yes."
"Then one may fairly conclude that the event which caused her illness
occurred early in the September of 1871."
"I think so."
"Good. I thank you most heartily, Madame," with a courteous bow to the
Reverend Mother, "for the help you and Sister Gudule have so graciously
bestowed upon me. But I would venture to ask one more favour, namely,
that you would honour me with a line by way of introduction to the
worthy priest who brought Léonie Lemarque from Paris."
"Alas, Monsieur, that is impossible! Father Sorbier died three years
ago, just a year before Léonie left us."
"That is unfortunate. He doubtless knew the mystery of the girl's
childhood, and perhaps might have helped me to unravel the secret of
her strange death."
"Do you really believe that the two events have any bearing upon each
other, Monsieur?" demanded Sister Gudule thoughtfully.
"I know not, Madame," replied Heathcote; "but it is only by working
backwards that I can hope to arrive at any clue to the mystery which
has puzzled us all in Cornwall. That poor girl must have had some
purpose in going to England, in travelling to so remote a neighbourhood
as ours. Even if her death were an accident, or an unpremeditated
crime, her presence in that place cannot have been accidental."
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