Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 13, 2025
It was Alice Delary. She was dressed with extreme taste, but Kent's quick eye noted at once that she wore no hat. "Mr. Kent," she cried, "you are Mr. Kent, are you not? They told me that you were here. Oh, Mr. Kent, help me, save me!" She seemed to shudder into herself a moment. Her breath came and went quickly. She reached out her two hands.
"Calm yourself, my dear young lady," said Kent, taking them. "Don't let your breath come and go so much. Trust me. Tell me all." "Mr. Kent," said Delary, regaining her control, but still trembling, "I want my hat." Kent let go the beautiful girl's hands. "Sit down," he said. Then he went across the room and fetched the hat, the light gossamer hat, with flowers in it, that still hung on a peg.
Was it true that he had had, on the day of the murder, a violent quarrel with his master? It was. Had he threatened to kill him? No. He had threatened to knock his block off, but not to kill him. The coroner looked at his notes. "Call Alice Delary," he commanded. There was a deep sensation in the court as Miss Delary quietly stepped forward to her place in the witness-box.
This created a favourable impression. "Miss Delary," said the district attorney, "I want to ask if it is your hat that was found hanging in the billiard-room after the crime?" "Don't you dare ask that girl that," interrupted the magistrate. "Miss Delary, you may step down."
Tall, graceful and willowy, Alice Delary was in her first burst of womanhood. Those who looked at the beautiful girl realized that if her first burst was like this, what would the second, or the third be like? The girl was trembling, and evidently distressed, but she gave her evidence in a clear, sweet, low voice. She had been in Mr. Kelly's employ three years. She was his stenographer.
Then Kelly spoke again: "My time, gentlemen, is short." It rests with you, gentlemen, whether or not I walk out of this room a free man." Transome Kent rose and walked over to the sailor. "Mr. Kelly," he said, "here is my hand." A few days after the events last narrated, Transome Kent called at the boarding-house of Miss Alice Delary.
"I was so frightened, Mr. Kent, I couldn't stay any longer. I rushed downstairs and ran all the way home. Then next day I read what had happened, and I knew that I had left my hat there, and was afraid. Oh, Mr. Kent, save me!" "Miss Delary," said the Investigator, taking again the girl's hands and looking into her eyes, "you are safe. Tell me only one thing.
Kelly's stenographer, Alice Delary, but she only came in the mornings." "Have you seen her?" asked Kent eagerly. "What is she like?" "I have seen her," said the Inspector. "She's a looloo." "Ha," said Kent, "a looloo!" The two men looked into one another's eyes. "Yes," repeated Edwards thoughtfully, "a peach."
The man who played against Kivas Kelly did you see him?" "Only for one moment" the girl paused "through the keyhole." "What was he like?" asked Kent. "Had he an impenetrable face?" "He had." "Was there anything massive about his face?" "Oh, yes, yes, it was all massive." "Miss Delary," said Kent, "this mystery is now on the brink of solution.
"I am," he said, and rang the bell. "Miss Delary?" said a maid, "she left here two days ago. If you are Mr. Kent, the note on the mantelpiece is for you." Kent, "Peter and I were married yesterday morning, and have taken an apartment in Java, New Jersey. You will be glad to hear that Peter's cough is ever so much better. The lawyers have given Peter his money without the least demur.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking