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"She is one of the local secretaries of the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Children," I said, drily. "And charity begins at home," Hilda Wade added, in a significant aside. We walked home together as far as Stanhope Gate. Our sense of doom oppressed us. "And yet," I said, turning to her, as we left the doorstep, "I don't doubt Mrs. Le Geyt really believes she IS a model stepmother!"
She stopped short as I spoke, and gazed full into my eyes. Her hand fingered her parasol handle. "I meant what I said," she answered, with emphasis. "Within one year, Mr. Le Geyt will have murdered his wife. You may take my word, for it." "Le Geyt!" I cried. "Never! I know the man so well! A big, good-natured, kindly schoolboy! He is the gentlest and best of mortals. Le Geyt a murderer!
"Oh, dear Mrs. Le Geyt," one of her visitors said with effusion, from beneath a nodding bonnet she was the wife of a rural dean from Staffordshire "EVERYBODY is agreed that YOUR social duties are performed to a marvel. They are the envy of Kensington. We all of us wonder, indeed, how one woman can find time for all of it!" Our hostess looked pleased.
After my poor friend Le Geyt had murdered his wife, in a sudden access of uncontrollable anger, under the deepest provocation, the police naturally began to inquire for him. It is a way they have; the police are no respecters of persons; neither do they pry into the question of motives. They are but poor casuists.
His specialist knowledge his assertive certainty, combined with that arrogant, masterful manner of his, and his keen, eagle eye, overbore the jury. Awed by the great man's look, they brought in a submissive verdict of "Death by misadventure." The coroner thought it a most proper finding. Mrs. Mallet had made the most of the innate Le Geyt horror of blood.
Big man as he was, with his great black beard and manly bearing, I could see he was afraid to differ from her overtly. "Well, m perhaps, Clara," he began, peering from under the shaggy eyebrows, "it would be best for a delicate child like Ettie " Mrs. Le Geyt smiled a compassionate smile. "Ah, I forgot," she cooed, sweetly. "Dear Hugo never CAN understand the upbringing of children.
I thought all the time while I was watching Mrs. Le Geyt, 'That woman is of the sort predestined to be murdered.... And when you asked me, I told you so. I may have been imprudent; still, I saw it, and I said it." "But this is second sight!" I cried, drawing away. "Do you pretend to prevision?" "No, not second sight; nothing uncanny, nothing supernatural.
My witch glanced up at her hostess with a piercing dart of the keen brown eyes, held her wine-glass half raised, and then electrified me by uttering, in the same low voice, audible to me alone, but quite clearly and unhesitatingly, these astounding words: "I think, before twelve mouths are out, MR. LE GEYT WILL HAVE MURDERED HER!"
But some strange hand restrained me. Who was I that I should stand between Hugo Le Geyt and the ways of Providence? The Le Geyts loved ever the ordeal by water. Presently, he turned again. Before he turned, I had taken the opportunity to look hastily at his clothes. Hilda Wade had surmised aright once more. The outer suit was a cheap affair from a big ready-made tailor's in St.
Nobody whispered MURDER. Everybody dwelt on the utter absence of motive a model husband! such a charming young wife, and such a devoted stepmother. We three alone knew we three, and the children. On the day when the jury brought in their verdict at the adjourned inquest on Mrs. Le Geyt, Hilda Wade stood in the room, trembling and white-faced, awaiting their decision.
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