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"A dozen candles invaded the hearth, and a herculean policeman undertook the ascent. In breathless silence the crowd below waited, and, after a few seconds of intense suspense, two helpless legs appeared on the hob. Bit by bit, the rest of the body followed, until, at length, the whole figure of Hartnoll, black, bleeding, bloodstained, was disclosed to view.
I heard the foregoing account from my husband when first I met him years ago, and I know it to be true. I have seen the rooms, etc. in the Old Manor House, Oxenby, where the incidents Mrs. Hartnoll mentions took place. July 2, 1913. Letter 1 That other Cat
I don't half like owing you my share of that ten shillings, you know." "I thought we were agreed not to mention it again," said Hartnoll, firing up. Said I, "But there's my view of it to be considered. Suppose now we put it on to our first prize-money whoever makes the first haul to pay the whole ten shillings, and if we make it together, then each to pay five?" "That won't do," said Hartnoll.
Again and again they called, until at length, through sheer fatigue, they desisted, and seized with a sudden panic fled precipitately downstairs and out into the quadrangle. "Once more the alarm was given, and once again the whole College, wild with excitement, hastened to the scene of the outrage. "This time there was a double mystery. Brady had been murdered Hartnoll had disappeared.
"I come from the West Devonshire," said I, and with an air of being proud of it; but added, on an afterthought, "Norfolk must be a fine county, though I've never seen it. Nelson came from there, didn't he?" "His place is only six miles from ours," said Hartnoll. "I've seen it scores of times."
"I take you to witness," said I, "that she tried it on and I wouldn't let her." "The more fool you!" retorted Hartnoll, edging away from me in dudgeon but I knew he was more than half ashamed. Just at that moment to my astonishment I felt the child at my side reach up and touch my hand. "Ugh!" said I, drawing it away quickly. "Paws off, please! Eh? what's this?"
"A search was made, and Brady proved to be correct. Not a vestige of anyone was discovered. "Much mystified, Maguire's party was preparing to depart, when Hartnoll, who had taken the keenest interest in the proceedings, suddenly said, 'Who has the rooms over yours, Brady? Sound, as you know, plays curious tricks, and it is just as likely as not that laugh came from above.
Hartnoll, somewhat white in the face, tendered the sum, and very pluckily declined to let me bear my share. "You'll excuse me, Rodd," said he politely, "but I must make it a point of honour." Pale though he was, I believe he would have offered to fight me had I insisted. Our instructions, it turned out, were identical.
In order to get a closer view Hartnoll then struck a light with the tinder box. "The flickering of the candle flame fell on Brady's face. It was white ghastly white; there was no animation in it; the jaw dropped.
Hartnoll and I squeezed our bodies back in the foggy shadow, and I heard a voice ask, "Is that Smithers?" To this Meliar-Ann made some response which I could not catch, but its effect was to make the voice a woman's break out in a string of querulous cursings. Eh, Rector what's that you say? "Drat the child!" it said, then, or words to that effect.
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