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Updated: June 4, 2025
The great house loomed up before him, huge, black, grand, a row of lights all along the first floor. The young man stopped his whistling, and looked up with a smile not pleasant to see. "Four years ago," he said, between his teeth, "you flung me from your door like a dog, most noble baronet, and you swore to lodge me in Chesholm jail if I ever presumed to come back.
All he did know was, that my lady and a man were quarrelling on the evening of the murder in the Laurel walk. What were they quarrelling about? Well, he couldn't catch their talk very well it was about money he thought. The man wanted money and jewels, and my lady wouldn't give 'em. He threatened to do something or tell something; then she threatened to have him put in Chesholm jail if he did.
She said, 'You will not, you dare not, you're a coward; Sir Victor has you in his power, and if you say one word you'll be silenced in Chesholm jail. Then she stamped her foot again, and said, 'Leave me, Juan Catheron; I am not afraid of you. Yes; he was sure of the name; she called him Juan Catheron, and looked as if she could eat him alive.
The third fact was, that Sir Victor Catheron had reached the crisis of his disease and passed it safely. The fever was slowly but steadily abating. Sir Victor was not to die, but to "take up the burden of life again" a dreary burden, with the wife he had loved so fondly, sleeping in the vaults of Chesholm Church.
Struck down in her sleep, without a moment's warning, in her own home a deep murmur, that was like the murmur of an angry sea, ran through them as they collected together. Who had done this deed? the girl confined in Chesholm jail, or her scoundrel brother?
They drove away through quiet, quaint Chester, "rare old city of Chester," with its wonderful walls, its curious old streets looking like set scenes in a theatre to American eyes glimpses of the peaceful Dee, glimpses of Curson Park, with its stately villas; away for miles over a country road, then Chesholm at three in the morning, silent and asleep.
In the dead of night, the man and his family shook the dust of Chesholm off their feet, and went to hide themselves in the busy world of London. Three weeks passed. October, with its mellow days and frosty nights, was gone. And still no trace of the fugitive. All the skill of the officials of the town and country had been baffled by the cunning of a woman.
And yet I might have known it, lying as you still do " "Under the ban of murder." She shuddered slightly as she said it. "Yes, when I fled that dreadful night from Chesholm prison, and made my way to London, I left my name behind me. I took at first the name of Miss Black. I lived in dingy lodgings in that crowded part of London, Lambeth; and for the look of the thing, took in sewing.
She falls back and looks out. They are flying along Chesholm high street; the tenantry shout lustily; the joy-bells still clash forth. Now they are at the station ten minutes more, and, as fast as steam can convey them, they are whirling into Wales. And all this time bride and bridegroom have not exchanged a word! That curious fancy of Edith's has come back surely Sir Victor is afraid of her.
A sort of apathy had taken possession of her; she drifted on calmly to the end. What was written, was written; what would be, would be. Time enough to wake from her dream when the time of waking came. The hour fixed for the ceremony was eleven o'clock; the place, Chesholm church.
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