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"Come, Lucy: come, Mabel; don't make mountains out of molehills. The little man is safe enough. We shall find him presently, or he will come home by himself. Come and have some food, Lucy." Miss Haldean shook her head. "I can't, Mrs. Hanshaw really I can't," she said; and, seeing that she was in a state of utter exhaustion, I poured out a glass of wine and made her drink it. Mrs.
The girl herself looked down at the sinister patch of red and then up at her aunt. "It looks like like blood," she stammered. "Yes, it is I think of course it is. He struck his nose and it bled " "Come," interrupted Mrs. Haldean, "let us go," and she rushed from the room, leaving me to follow.
As we went, Thorndyke looked back at the prints of our feet, and nodded approvingly. "This soft loam," he remarked, "yields beautifully clear impressions, and yesterday's rain has made it perfect." We had not gone far when we perceived a set of footprints which I recognized, as did Thorndyke also, for he remarked: "Miss Haldean running, and alone."
"This is the place," I said, as we reached the spot where I had parted from Miss Haldean. We dismounted and wheeled our bicycles through the gate, and laying them down beside the hedge, crossed the meadow and entered the wood.
"Yes," said Thorndyke. "It appears that the late Mr. Haldean used up all his brains on his business, and had none left for the making of his will as often happens. He left almost the whole of his property about eighty thousand pounds to his son, the widow to have a life-interest in it.
Haldean was much more remarkable. Rising from her chair, she leaned on the table and stared at Thorndyke with an expression of awe even of terror; and as he finished she sank back into her chair, with her hands clasped, and turned to Mrs. Hanshaw. "Jane!" she gasped, "it is Percy my brother-in-law! He has described him exactly, even to his stick and his pocket-comb.
"Then we will follow in the dogcart," said Mrs. Haldean. "Come, Jane." The two ladies departed down the path, while we made ready our bicycles and lit our lamps. "With your permission, inspector," said Thorndyke, "we will take the key with us." "It's hardly legal, sir," objected the officer. "We have no authority."
"The ultimate motive-force," he replied, "was an impulsive lady named Mrs. Haldean. She telegraphed for me in your name." "She oughtn't to have done that," I said. "Perhaps not. "But there has been no murder!" I exclaimed. "That," said Thorndyke, "is a legal subtlety that he does not appreciate.
Haldean darted from the room, and returned immediately, putting on her hat. "You have got to come with me and show me whore you lost him," she said. "She can't do that, you know," I said rather brusquely. "She will have to lie down for the present. But I know the place, and will cycle up with you." "Very well," replied Mrs. Haldean, "that will do.
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