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I therefore left the stiletto which I had brought with me on the table, and returned to my house in Jersey Street. I never saw him alive again. I went to bed and slept all night, so I was aware of nothing in connection with the death until late on Christmas Day. Then Mrs. Bensusan was told by Miss Greeb, the landlady of Denzil, that the tenant of No. 13 had been murdered.
Bensusan the barrister debated within himself as to whether it would not be judicious to call in again the assistance of Link, and by telling him of the new evidence which had been found place him thereby in possession of new material to prosecute the case.
She informed him that he could not see Mrs. Bensusan, as that good lady was in bed with a cold. "I don't want to see your mistress, my girl," said Lucian quickly, to stop Rhoda from shutting the door in his face, which she seemed disposed to do. "I desire to speak with you." "About that there murder?" asked Rhoda sharply.
Vrain in No. 13 Geneva Square on Christmas Eve. Now do you understand?" With another gasp Mrs. Bensusan threw up her fat hands and raised her eyes to the ceiling. "As I am a Christian woman, sir," she cried, "I am as innocent as a babe unborn!" "Of what?" asked Lucian sharply. "Of the murder!" wept Mrs. Bensusan, now dissolved in tears. "Rhoda said "
"Lord!" cried Miss Greeb, taken by surprise. "You don't say, sir, that Mr. Wrent is a murdering villain, steeped in gore?" "No! No!" replied Lucian, smiling at this highly-coloured description. "Do not jump to conclusions, Miss Greeb. So far as I am aware, this Mr. Wrent you speak of is innocent. Do you know Mrs. Bensusan and her house well?" "I've visited both several times, Mr. Denzil."
"Deary me!" said the fat woman, with mild surprise. "Mr. Wrent left me shortly after Christmas. A kind gentleman, but timid; he " "Excuse me," interrupted Lucian, who wanted to get into the house, "but don't you think you could tell me about my friend in a more convenient situation?" "Oh, yes, sir certainly, sir," wheezed Mrs. Bensusan, rolling back up the narrow passage.
'Ave you gone crazy?" wailed Mrs. Bensusan. "Look here," said the girl, taking no notice of her mistress, "do you want to know about Mr. Wrent?" "Yes, I do." "And about that side passage as you talked of to the missis?" "Yes." "Then I'll answer yer questions, sir. You'll know all I know." "Very good," said Lucian, with an approving smile, "now you are talking like a sensible girl." "Rhoda!
"What might you be pleased to want, sir?" she asked Lucian, in the meekest of voices. "Is it about the lodgings?" "Yes," answered the barrister boldly, for he guessed that Mrs. Bensusan would scuttle back into the house like a rabbit to its burrow, did he speak too plainly at the outset, "that is I wish to inquire about a friend of mine." "Did he lodge here, sir?" "Yes. A Mr. Wrent."
Bensusan, who tried to civilise her." "I don't think she succeeded very well, Link. Rhoda, with her cunning ways and roaming about at night, was always a savage at heart. In spite of what Clyne says in his confession, I believe she took a delight in turning No. 13 into a haunted house with her shrieking and her flitting candles.
"But it's impossible!" said Lucian to himself. "Vrain is half mad and incapable of conducting his own life, or arranging so cleverly to commit a crime. Also he had no money, and, had he lived in Jersey Street, would not have been able to pay Mrs. Bensusan. There is something more in the coincidence of this similarity of looks than meets the eye.
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