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Manderson, I had gathered from things I had heard her say, was usually asleep by eleven; I had thought it possible that her gift of sleep had helped her to retain all her beauty and vitality in spite of a marriage which we all knew was an unhappy one. Still, it was uneasy work mounting the stairs and holding myself ready to retreat to the library again at the least sound from above.
For any one like myself to be represented as having robbed him there ought to be a strong inducement shown. That had been provided with a vengeance. "Now, I thought, I have the whole thing plain, and I must act. I saw instantly what I must do. I had left Manderson about a mile from the house.
'I do, he answered unmoved; and he added after a pause, 'you knew already that I had not come here to preserve the polite fictions, Mrs Manderson. The theory that no reputable person, being on oath, could withhold a part of the truth under any circumstances is a polite fiction. He still stood as awaiting dismissal, but she was silent.
And it was far enough. Marlowe, who was the younger by some twenty years, was rather slighter about the body, though Manderson was a man in good physical condition.
Manderson; a hustler, as they say. 'Ah! he appeared to be busy. But didn't you say just now that you noticed nothing unusual about him? A melancholy smile flitted momentarily over Martin's face. 'That observation shows that you did not know Mr. Manderson, sir, if you will pardon my saying so. His being like that was nothing unusual; quite the contrary. It took me long enough to get used to it.
But at whatever point in the vast area of speculation the shudder of the threatened break had been felt, 'the Manderson crowd' had stepped in and held the market up. All through the week the speculator's mind, as shallow as it is quick-witted, as sentimental as greedy, had seen in this the hand of the giant stretched out in protection from afar.
Of course I never gave it away while he lived, and I don't think he supposed I would; but I have thought since that his mind took a turn against me from that time onward. It happened about a year before his death." "Had Manderson," asked Mr. Cupples, so unexpectedly that the other started, "any definable religious attitude?" Marlowe considered a moment. "None that I ever heard of," he said.
He no longer burned to know the truth; he wanted nothing to confirm his fixed internal conviction by faith, that he had blundered, that he had misread the situation, misinterpreted her tears, written himself down a slanderous fool. He speculated no more on Marlowe's motive in the killing of Manderson. Mr. Cupples returned to London, and Trent asked him nothing.
Did she know, the coroner asked, of any other matter which might have been preying upon her husband's mind recently? Mrs Manderson knew of none whatever. The coroner intimated that her ordeal was at an end, and the veiled lady made her way to the door. The general attention, which followed her for a few moments, was now eagerly directed upon Martin, whom the coroner had proceeded to call.
I bring it to a close by advancing these further propositions: that on the night of the murder the impersonator of Manderson, being in Manderson's bedroom, told Mrs.
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