The Wooden Hand: A Detective Story — David Hume — John Shaqi
The Wooden Hand: A Detective Story
David Hume · en
Mrs. Hill put up with it--though the general public did not know
this--simply for the sake of Allen, whom she adored. It was strange
that Allen, tall, stalwart, practical, and quiet, with a steadfast
mind and an open nature, should be the son of the freakish creature
he called father. But the young man was in every way his mother's
son. Mrs. Hill was tall, lean, and quiet in manner. Like Mrs. Merry,
she usually wore black, and she moved silently about the house, never
speaking, unless she was spoken too. Originally she had been a bright
girl, but marriage with the brownie had sobered her. Several times
during her early married life she was on the point of leaving Hill,
thinking she had married a madman, but when Allen was born, Mrs. Hill
resolved to endure her lot for the sake of the boy. Hill had the
money, and would not allow the control of it to pass out of his
hands. Mrs. Hill had come to him a pauper, the daughter of an
aristocratic scamp who had gambled away a fortune. Therefore, so that
Allen might inherit his father's wealth, which was considerable, the
poor woman bore with her strange husband. Not that Hill was unkind.
He was simply selfish, emotional, exacting, and irritating. Mrs. Hill
never interfered with his whims, knowing from experience that
interference would be useless. She was a cypher in the house, and
left everything to her husband. Hill looked after the servants,
arranged the meals, ordered the routine, and danced through life like
an industrious butterfly.
As to Allen, he had speedily found that such a life was unbearable,
and for the most part remained away. He had early gone to a public
school, and had left it for college; then he had studied in London
to be an engineer and took the first opportunity to procure work
beyond the seas. He wrote constantly to his mother, but hardly ever
corresponded with his father. When he came to England he stopped at
"The Arabian Nights"--so the jumbled house was oddly named by its
odd owner--but always, he had gone away in a month. On this
occasion the meeting with Eva kept him in Wargrove, and he wished
to be sure of her father's consent to the match before he went back
to South America. Meantime his partner carried on the business in
Cuzco. Mr. Hill was not ill pleased that Allen should stop, as he
was really fond of his son in his own elfish way. Also he approved
of the engagement to Eva, for whose beauty he had a great admiration.