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Perseus. Come again." "Not him!" the girl cried. "He has seen the Medusa's head!" Looking at myself in the restaurant's mirrors, it seemed to me that I had not much benefited by my week-end. Next morning I wrote out all my Holmescroft notes at fullest length, in the hope that by so doing I could put it all behind me.
"Now that you know all about it," said Baxter aside, after the first strangeness of our meeting was over, "it's only fair to tell you that my poor cousin did not die in Holmescroft at all. She was dead when they found her under the window in the morning. Just dead." "Under that laburnum outside the window?" I asked, for I suddenly remembered the crooked evil thing. "Exactly.
"I nearly fell out of that very window when I was at Holmescroft opening it to get some air. The sill doesn't come much above your knees," I said. "You hear that, Mary? Mary, do you hear What this gentleman says? Won't you believe that what nearly happened to you must have happened to poor Aggie that night? For God's sake for her sake Mary, won't you believe?"
According to my now well-developed theory he had certainly misappropriated his aged cousins' monies under power of attorney, and had probably driven poor Agnes Moultrie out of her wits, but I wished that he was not so gentle, and good-tempered, and innocent eyed. Before I joined him at Burry Mills Hydro, I spent a night at Holmescroft.
"And I might have been killed as perhaps Aggie was killed." "In that case your own sister and cousin and maid would have said you had committed suicide, Miss Moultrie. Come down to Holmescroft, and go over the place just once." "You are lying," she said quite quietly. "You don't want me to come down to see a window. It is something else. I warn you we are Evangelicals.
"If going to Holmescroft kills me," she said, "you will have the murder of a fellow-creature on your conscience for all eternity." "I'll risk it," I answered. Remembering what torment the mere reflection of her torments had cast on Holmescroft, and remembering, above all, the dumb Thing that filled the house with its desire to speak, I felt that there might be worse things.
Now, don't you think," Baxter's finger wagged under her nose "can't you think that poor Aggie did the same thing at Holmescroft when she fell out of the window?" "She had the same throat," said Miss Elizabeth. "Exactly the same symptoms. Don't you remember, Mary?" "Which was her bedroom?" I asked of Baxter in an undertone. "Over the south verandah, looking on to the tennis lawn."
"He's the only living soul I can get at who was connected with Holmescroft," I said. "Ah! Living soul is good," said M'Leod. "At any rate our little girl will be pleased that you are still interested in us. Won't you come down some day this week?" "How is it there now?" I asked. He screwed up his face. "Simply frightful!" he said. "Thea is at Droitwich."
That might explain his change of countenance, and it was just possible that her demented influence still hung about Holmescroft; but the rest was beyond me. I was relieved when I reached M'Leod's City office, and could tell him what I had done not what I thought. M'Leod was quite willing to enter into the game of the pretended purchase, but did not see how it would help if I knew Baxter.
Come down to Holmescroft for an hour for half an hour and satisfy yourself." "Of what? You don't understand. I see the house every day-every night. I am always there in spirit waking or sleeping. I couldn't face it in reality." "But you must," I said. "If you go there in the spirit the greater need for you to go there in the flesh.
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