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Your father is as dead to you, to all the world, as though he lay in the vaults of Chesholm church, by your mother's side." "My poor mother! my poor, murdered, unavenged mother!
"You will ride to Chesholm and fetch Dr. Dane. On your way stop at the police station and apprise them. The rest of you go. Jane Pool, where is the baby?" "Up stairs in the night nursery," Jane Pool answers sullenly. "And crying, too I hear him. Hannah," to the under nurse, "go up and remain with him. I am going to my own room.
You have daughters of your own, about her age think of them and yield!" He stretched forth his hand and answered, resolutely: "Say no more, my lady. Let good or ill betide I'll do it." The issue of the Chesholm Courier four days later contained a paragraph that created the profoundest excitement from end to end of the town. We quote it: *
Miss Catheron does not see her, she takes up a shawl, wraps it about her, over her head, walks rapidly along the passage, down a back stairway, out of a side door, little used, and so out into the dark, dripping, sighing night. There are the Chesholm constabulary on guard on the wet grass and gravel elsewhere there are none here.
They remembered him well like Ishmael of old, his hand against every man, and every man's hand against him, the head and instigator of every poaching fray, or hen-roost robbery, every fight and evil deed done in Chesholm. Both brother and sister hated her Inez Catheron that she had taken her lover from her Juan Catheron that he had lost her himself. After Sir Victor he was heir-at-law.
I could not remain in the room, because the sight of blood always turns me faint and sick. I retired to my own apartment and remained there until the arrival of Lady Helena Powyss." There was one fact, the Chesholm Courier did not chronicle, concerning Miss Catheron's evidence the formal, constrained manner in which it was given, like one who repeats a well-learned lesson by rote.
"Keep up heart," she said; "before the week ends you shall be free." Two days later, Lady Helena and the warden of Chesholm jail sat closeted together in deep and mysterious conference. On the table between them lay a crossed check for seven thousand pounds. The jailor sat with knitted brows and troubled, anxious face. He had been for years a servant in Lady Helena's family.
Enter this house again, repeat your infamous lie, and you shall rot in Chesholm jail! I spared you then for your sister's sake for the name you bear and disgrace but come here again and defame my wife, and I'll transport you though you were my brother. Now go, and never come back." He walked to the door and flung it wide.
"And there shall be no more death; neither sorrow nor crying; neither shall there be any more pain." A cry rang through the room, the long, wailing cry of widowhood. She fell on her knees by the bed. An hour after, the passing bell tolled sombrely through the darkness from the steeple of Chesholm Church, telling all whom it might concern that Sir Victor Catheron had gone home.
Inez Catheron was re-committed to prison to stand her trial for murder at the next assizes. The second fact worthy of note was, that despite the efforts of the Chesholm police, in spite of the London detectives, no tale or tidings of Juan Catheron were to be found. The earth might have opened and swallowed him, so completely had he disappeared.
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