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Bensusan, and had departed two days after the murder; whereby it would seem that his task having been completed, he had no reason to remain longer in so dangerous a neighbourhood. Yet four months had elapsed since his departure, and Denzil, after some reflection, asked Mrs. Bensusan a question or two regarding this interval. "Has Mr. Wrent returned here since his departure?" he demanded.
Bensusan in the lurch, and tramped off down to the New Forest, where she picked up again with her tribe." "How did her mistress take her desertion?" "Very much to heart, as she had treated the young savage very kindly, and ought to have received more gratitude. Perhaps when she hears how her adopted child wandered about at night, and ended by killing Clear, she will be glad she is dead and buried.
Wrent, long before Christmas, promised me a present, and gave me the cloak then." "Will you let me take this cloak away with me?" "If you like," replied Rhoda carelessly. "I don't want it. "Oh, Rhoda!" wailed Mrs. Bensusan. "Your lovely, lovely rabbit skin!" "I'll bring it back again," said Lucian hastily. "I only want to use it as evidence."
How the deuce did she come to confess?" "Well," said Link, clearing his throat as a preliminary to his narrative, "it seems that Mr. Bensusan, in a fit of philanthropy, picked up this wretched girl in the country. She belonged to some gypsies, but as her parents were dead, and the child a burden, the tribe were glad to get rid of her. Rhoda Stanley that is her full name was taken to London by Mrs.
Bensusan went to bed on Christmas Eve, Rhoda thought she would have some of her devil dances in the haunted house; so she slipped out of bed and into the yard, and dropped down into the cellar, whence she went up to Clear's rooms." "Was Clear in bed?" "No; but he was in his bedroom, and, according to Rhoda, furiously drunk. You know that Clyne said the man had been drinking all day.
"Because I fancy he has something to do with this crime." "Lord!" groaned Mrs. Bensusan. "'Ave I waited on a murderer?" "I don't say he is a murderer, Mrs. Bensusan, but he knows something likely to put us on the track of the criminal." "What makes ye take up the case?" demanded Rhoda sharply. "Because I know that Mr. Wrent came to board in this house shortly after Mr.
She dropped the ribbon off it near the cellar door as she was running away, and there Mrs. Kebby found it." "What did she do with the stiletto?" "She had it in her room, and when she left Mrs. Bensusan she carried it with her down the country. In proof of the truth, she gave it to the vicar who wrote down her confession, and he sent it up with the papers to Scotland Yard. Queer case, isn't it?"
Bensusan," he added, "I am here to seek possible evidence in connection with the murder of Mr. Vrain, in No. 13, on Christmas Eve." Mrs. Bensusan gave a kind of hoarse screech, and stared at Lucian in a horrified manner. "Murder!" she repeated. "Lord! what mur that murder! Mr. Vrain! Mr. Vrain that murder!" she repeated over and over again. "Yes, the murder of Mr.
Bensusan always gave her cronies to understand that Rhoda was simply and solely the domestic of the establishment. Nevertheless, for one of her humble position, she had a wonderful power over her stout employer, the power of a strong mind over a weak one, and in spite of her youth it was well known that Rhoda managed the domestic economy of the house. Mrs.
Bensusan, I do not wish her to speak," he said indifferently, "but in the interests of justice I am sure you will not refuse to answer my questions." "Lord, sir! I know nothing!" whimpered the terrified landlady. "Will you answer a few questions?" asked Denzil persuasively. Mrs. Bensusan glanced in a scared manner at Rhoda, who, meanwhile, had been standing in a sullen and hesitating attitude.
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