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"I came," I said, "because I thought Anne Catherick's mother might have some natural interest in knowing whether she was alive or dead." "Just so," said Mrs. Catherick, with additional self-possession. "Had you no other motive?" I hesitated. The right answer to that question was not easy to find at a moment's notice.
For example, in the course of the introductory conversation which took place, he informed Miss Halcombe that Anne Catherick had been brought back to him with the necessary order and certificates by Count Fosco on the twenty-seventh of July the Count also producing a letter of explanations and instructions signed by Sir Percival Glyde.
The same dense, disheartening obscurity hangs over the fate and fortunes of Anne Catherick, and her companion, Mrs. Clements. Nothing whatever has been heard of either of them. Whether they are in the country or out of it, whether they are living or dead, no one knows. Even Sir Percival's solicitor has lost all hope, and has ordered the useless search after the fugitives to be finally given up.
Fairlie's prejudices might be reasoned away that the false testimony of the Count and his wife, and all the rest of the false testimony, might be confuted that the recognition could not possibly be ascribed to a mistake between Laura and Anne Catherick, or the handwriting be declared by our enemies to be a clever fraud all these are assumptions which, more or less, set plain probabilities at defiance; but let them pass and let us ask ourselves what would be the first consequence or the first questions put to Laura herself on the subject of the conspiracy.
There is no danger of my forgetting them my memory is only too ready to dwell on any words of Hartright's that refer to Anne Catherick. But there is danger in my keeping the letter. The merest accident might place it at the mercy of strangers. I may fall ill I may die. Better to burn it at once, and have one anxiety the less. It is burnt.
The light disappeared again and the talk went on. "I showed you the letter to my wife that Anne Catherick hid in the sand," Sir Percival continued. "There's no boasting in that letter, Fosco she DOES know the Secret." "Say as little as possible, Percival, in my presence, of the Secret. Does she know it from you?" "No, from her mother."
The End is appointed the End is drawing us on and Anne Catherick, dead in her grave, points the way to it still!" The story of my first inquiries in Hampshire is soon told. My early departure from London enabled me to reach Mr. Dawson's house in the forenoon. Our interview, so far as the object of my visit was concerned, led to no satisfactory result. Mr.
He declares that he saw the faces of the two strange men who followed him about the streets of London, watching him among the crowd which gathered at Liverpool to see the expedition embark, and he positively asserts that he heard the name of Anne Catherick pronounced behind him as he got into the boat. His own words are, "These events have a meaning, these events must lead to a result.
Anne was born in the June month of eighteen hundred and twenty-seven and I think he came at the end of April or the beginning of May." "Came as a stranger to all of you? A stranger to Mrs. Catherick as well as to the rest of the neighbours?" "So we thought at first, sir. But when the scandal broke out, nobody believed they were strangers. I remember how it happened as well as if it was yesterday.
If he was a lost man, what would become of our pecuniary interests? Courageous as I am by nature, I absolutely trembled at the idea! The whole force of my intelligence was now directed to the finding of Anne Catherick. Our money affairs, important as they were, admitted of delay but the necessity of discovering the woman admitted of none.
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