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Updated: June 4, 2025
Eight days after the burial of Lady Catheron, several events, occurred that wrought the seething excitement of Chesholm to boiling-over point events talked of for many an after year, by cottage fireside and manor hearth. The first of these, was Miss Catheron's examination before the police magistrate, and her committal to jail, until the assizes.
Ethel, Lady Catheron, lay with folded hands and sealed lips in the grim old vaults, and a parchment and a monument in Chesholm Church recorded her name and age no more. So for the present it had ended. It had been a week of ceaseless rain the whole country side was sodden.
They reached the square, gloomy, black building called Chesholm jail, standing in the center of a gloomy, paved quadrangle. Miss Catheron was shown to a room. The jailer had once been a servant in the Powyss family, and he pledged himself now to make Miss Inez as comfortable as was admissible under the circumstances.
"A decent, intelligent young woman," said the Chesholm Courier, "who gave her evidence in a clear, straightforward way that carried conviction to every hearer." "I am Jane Pool. I am nurse to Sir Victor Catheron's infant son. Early in August I entered the service of the deceased Lady Catheron in London; the first week of September I accompanied them down here.
And lo! in the hour of their triumph, she slips from between their hands, and, like her guilty brother and abettor, makes good her escape. The town of Chesholm was furious. If the jailer had shown his face he stood in danger of being torn to pieces. They understood thoroughly how it was that he had been bribed.
Failing the life of the infant son, he might one day write himself Sir Juan. It was a lucky thing, croaked the Chesholm gossips, that Nurse Pool had removed the baby, else the dagger that stabbed the mother would have found its way to the heart of the child.
Hand them here, or, by all the gods, I'll blow the story of your bigamy all over England!" "You will not!" she cried, her eyes flashing in the twilight "you coward! you dare not! Sir Victor has you in his power, and he will keep his threat. Speak one word of that vile lie, and your tongue will be silenced in Chesholm jail.
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