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"I was staying at Gleninch as a guest in the house at the time of Mrs. Eustace Macallan's death," he began. "Doctor Jerome and Mr. Gale desired to see me at a private interview the prisoner being then in a state of prostration which made it impossible for him to attend to his duties as master of the house. At this interview the two doctors astonished and horrified me by declaring that Mrs.
There were times and pretty often too when an angel from heaven would have failed to have satisfied Mrs. Macallan. "Yes: the plan of the room now shown to me is quite accurately taken, according to my remembrance of it. One door led into the great passage, or corridor, on which all the doors opened. Macallan's sleeping-room.
Macallan's room being secured, as well as the door leading into the corridor. The keys had been taken away by Mr. Gale. Two of the men-servants were posted outside the bedroom to keep watch. They were to be relieved at four in the morning that was all they could tell me. "In the absence of any explanations or directions, I took the liberty of knocking at the door of Mr. Dexter's room.
Certainly in the house, somewhere. Where? I had made sure of the other rooms; the field of search was exhausted. She could only be in Mrs. Macallan's room the one room which had baffled my investigations; the only room which had not lent itself to examination. Add to this that the key of the door in the study, communicating with Mrs.
The under-housemaid, appearing next, said that she had made the tea, and had herself taken it upstairs before ten o'clock to Mrs. Macallan's room. Her master had received it from her at the open door. She could look in, and could see that he was alone in her mistress's room. The nurse, Christina Ormsay, being recalled, repeated what Mrs.
Beauly answered, 'You go first, and look out in front; I will follow you, and make sure there is nobody behind us. With that they disappeared around the corner of the house. In five minutes more I heard the door of Mrs. Beauly's room softly opened and closed again. Three hours later the nurse met her in the corridor, innocently on her way to make inquiries at Mrs. Eustace Macallan's door.
After careful examination, he declared that the mutilated portions of sentences submitted to him had been written, beyond all doubt, by Eustace Macallan's first wife! This discovery aroused the enthusiasm of the searchers to fever height. Spades and sieves were from that moment forbidden utensils. However unpleasant the task might be, hands alone were used in the further examination of the mound.
Eustace Macallan's death, did I understand you to say that he looked at you suspiciously?" "Very suspiciously." "And his face cleared up again when you told him that your question was only suggested by what you had read in the Report of the Trial?" "Yes."
I took out not a letter, but a printed paragraph, cut from a Scotch newspaper. "Read it," said Eustace. I read as follows: "STRANGE DOINGS AT GLENINCH A romance in real life seems to be in course of progress at Mr. Macallan's country-house. Private excavations are taking place if our readers will pardon us the unsavory allusion at the dust-heap, of all places in the world!
The prisoner's valet deposed that his master had rung for him at twenty minutes to ten on the morning of the day on which his mistress died, and had ordered a cup of tea for her. The man had received the order at the open door of Mrs. Macallan's room, and could positively swear that no other person but his master was there at the time.
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