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Updated: June 12, 2025
The trifling details about the sudden decease of Sir Runan and the affair of the baby, as we have seen, I had thought it better not to name to her. Matters, therefore, in her opinion, stood thus: Philippa was the victim of a baronet's wiles. When off with the new love, she had promptly returned and passed a considerable time under the roof of the old love; that is, of myself.
On this particular day as they were proceeding towards the ship Runan entrusted it to another member of the company. On reaching the shore however the latter laid the bell on a rock by the shore and forgot it till they were half way across the sea. Then they remembered it and on remembrance they were much distressed.
I turned round suddenly and found myself face to face with Sir Runan Errand! My brain once more began to reel. Here were the real victim and the true perpetrators of a murder come to view the trial of the man who was charged with having committed it! Though I was trembling like an aspen leaf? I remembered that we lived in an age of 'telepathy' and psychical research.
That mass I had seen before in the warm summer weather that mass, once a white hat, had adorned the brows of that masher! It was Sir Runan's topper! YES, the white hat, lying there all battered and crushed on the white snow, must be the hat of Sir Runan!
On the expiration of the forty days Declan took leave of David giving him a kiss in token of peace and set out himself and his followers to the shore of the sea to take ship for Ireland. Now the bell which we have alluded to as sent from heaven to Declan, was, at that time, in the custody of Runan to carry as we have said, for Declan did not wish, on any account, to part with it.
The clerk reads the indictment that 'he, William Evans, did feloniously, wilfully, and of malice aforethought, kill and murder Sir Runan Errand, Baronet. As the reading goes on Philippa is strangely moved. 'Basil, she whispered, 'don't you see the splendid, unequalled chance for an advertisement! I'll get up and make a speech, and say I did it.
I have learned from a neighbour in court the evidence against Evans is purely circumstantial. He has been found in possession of a peculiar key, believed to have belonged to Sir Runan. Well may they call the case for the prosecution weak. William must have found that fatal key which Philippa took from the slain man. On that accident the whole presumption of his guilt is founded.
In a few minutes I had told my mother all save two things: the business of the baby, and the fate which had overtaken Sir Runan. With these trifling exceptions she knew all. To fall into Philippa's arms was, to my still active parent, the work of a moment. Then Philippa looked at me with an artless wink. 'Basil, my brother, you are really too good.
One day, on the steps of the Aquarium, I saw the man whom I suspected of not being Philippa's husband. 'Who is that cove? I asked. 'Him with the gardenia? replied a friend, idiomatically. 'That is Sir Runan Errand, the amateur showman him that runs the Live Mermaid, the Missing Link, and Koot Hoomi, the Mahatma of the Mountain. 'What kind of man is he?
As to the evidence of her nurses, I forgot all about that. I tried to console Philippa on another line. I remarked that, if she had 'gone for' Sir Runan, she had only served him right. Then I tried to restore her self-respect by quoting the bearded woman's letter. I pointed out that she had been Lady Errand, after all. This gave Philippa no comfort. 'It makes things worse, she said.
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