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Updated: May 23, 2025
Heredith's door was open a little, and I saw that there was no light in the room. I thought that strange until I remembered she had been suffering from a bad headache, and probably had turned off the light to rest her head. I did not knock because I thought she might be asleep. I was just going to turn away when I heard a sound like a sob within the room. I listened, and heard it again.
There was nothing in Miss Heredith's calm countenance to suggest that she was alarmed or uneasy at his curiosity. She turned to Musard. "Mr. Caldew means the strange little image you gave me when you arrived, Vincent. What is it?" She held out the chain, and the explorer took it in his big brown hand. He separated the image from the other charms with his forefinger, and turned it over carelessly.
Musard. She's just got a telegram to say he's coming back." "I thought he was going to France," said Caldew. "Well, he's not. The telegram says he's not. So Miss Heredith's gone to meet him by the evening train. Tufnell's out too. I don't know where he's poked to, but I shan't cry my eyes out if he never comes back." "Have Mr. and Mrs. Weyne been here?" "Yes.
This discovery, strange as it was, seemed at first sight far enough removed from the circumstances of the murder, except so far as it brought the thought of lethal weapons to the imagination. But a weapon which required a percussion cap for its discharge had nothing to do with Violet Heredith's death. She had been killed by a bullet which fitted Nepcote's revolver, which was a pinfire weapon.
The first thing I saw was my little brooch shining on the carpet, close by the bedside, near where I had been standing when the hand clutched at my throat. I picked it up and ran downstairs." "Is that the whole of your story?" She considered for a moment. "Yes, I think that I have told you everything." "What took you to Mrs. Heredith's room in the first place?" "I I wanted to see her."
Heredith by Sir Philip Heredith was missing from the jewel-case in which it had been locked. That jewel-case was in Mrs. Heredith's bedroom on the night she was murdered." This piece of news was so unexpected that it caught Merrington off his guard. "A jewel robbery as well as murder!" he ejaculated, in something like dismay. "It looks like it.
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