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Updated: June 29, 2025
It seemed like the end of a holiday to go ashore, and take to the dusty train, luxurious though it was, but now I had the precious casket in my care, and the anxiety was almost too much for me. "Look here," said St. Nivel, when we had been in the train about an hour, "you are looking pretty sick over that precious packet, why don't you let me take care of it for you?"
"You would look bad," I answered, "if you had had nothing to eat since lunch yesterday." St. Nivel was a soldier and man of action. "Botley," he said to the keeper, "the sandwiches." "Now," said the guardsman invitingly, when I had ravenously disposed of my second sandwich, "tell us something about it."
"I want you to promise me," he replied, "that you will spend some part of the year with me in Valoro." "Of course we will," we chorused. Dolores whispered a few words in my ear to which I readily nodded assent. "Padré," she continued aloud, "we will come and spend Christmas and the New Year with you, and we will bring Lord St. Nivel and Ethel with us. I am sure they will come.
"You'll be able to put in five days' shooting a week with us, Bill, if you like," St. Nivel said, "before we go over to Sandringham. My invitation is for next Thursday week, so you'll be able to get your hand in." This gave a much-needed change to my ideas, but before I packed up to leave Bath I went down and had another look at 190 Monmouth Street.
It was very evident at the first glance that there had been an accident, a piece of the low stone wall which surrounded the roof was gone. It looked as if it had recently tumbled over. St. Nivel was evidently right when he said the place was rotten. Rotten it certainly was. Stepping very gingerly we all approached the embattled wall, and, selecting the firmest part, looked over, one at a time.
The general opinion is, that he succumbed to an overdose." "Well, what do you think," asked St. Nivel, as I laid down the paper, "accident or suicide?" "It is impossible to say," I replied. "Nobody can tell, and I should think that will be one of the problems which will go down to posterity unsolved." "As unsolved, I suppose," he answered, "as the mystery of your old lady of Bath?"
Nivel was an advocate of "rough" shooting and sitting round the great blazing fire of logs in the hall while Ethel poured out our tea. I will admit that Ethel and I indulged in a mild flirtation; we always did when we met, especially when we had not seen one another for some time, which was the case in the present instance.
So I packed up, and on the next morning, with my two cousins, left the tower of Bath Abbey behind and started en route for Bannington Hall, the Mid Norfolk mansion of Lord St. Nivel. The Vanboroughs were relatives of my mother's; she was one of that noble family, and the present peer's aunt.
The inspector gave me a doubtful look; then his eye reverted to the whisky decanter upon which it had been fondly fixed. St. Nivel observed it and pushed the whisky towards him. "Thank you, my lord," said the police officer, helping himself with a look of intense satisfaction; he did not often get such whisky.
The feeling, I have no doubt, was a mutual one, as when I returned to my hotel to dress, there was handed to me as usual a letter from Dolores, giving me an account of her morning's proceedings. Having disposed of my letter to her on this particular morning, I wrote to my cousin St. Nivel.
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