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"On account of Lady Rachel Sandal's murder?" Mrs. Krill controlled herself excellently, although she was startled by this speech, as was evident from the expression of her eyes. "That poor lady committed suicide," she said deliberately. "The jury at the inquest brought in a verdict of suicide " "By a majority of one," added Hurd, quickly.
We peeped into the cupboards and drawers in Miss Sandal's room, but everything was grey or brown, not at all the sort of thing to dress up for children of the Sunny South in. The plain living was shown in all her clothes; and besides, grey shows every little spot you may happen to get on it. We were almost in despair.
"I know," interrupted Aurora, glancing at the clock, "don't waste time in talking of Lady Rachel Sandal's death " "How do you know about that?" stammered Hay, completely nonplussed. "I know a mighty lot of things. I may as well tell you," added Miss Qian, coolly, "since you daren't split, that I've got a lot to do with the secret detective service business.
"Acting for Squire Sandal, I would be a middling bad sort of a lawyer to give you his name. Eh?" "You are talking in riddles, sir." "Eh! But I always read my riddles, Mr. Sandal. I am here to take possession of house and land, for the real heir of Sandal-Side." "I bought his right, as you know very well. You have Harry Sandal's own acknowledgment." "Eh?
They were written by a person called Emerson, and of a dull character, but the backs were very beautiful, and Miss Sandal was most awfully pleased with them when she came down to her cottage with her partially repaired brother, who had fallen off the scaffold when treating a bricklayer to tracts. This is the end of the things we did when we were at Lymchurch in Miss Sandal's house.
Krill?" "Well," drawled the detective, smiling, "I have been investigating that murder case." "Lady Rachel Sandal's?" said Beecot, eagerly. "Is it really murder?" "I think so, though some folks think it suicide. Curious you should have stumbled across that young lord," went on Hurd, musingly, "and more curious still that he should have been in the room with Mrs.
Sandal's breakfast on a small tray, and with this in her hand went up-stairs, leaving Harry and the squire still at the table. "Charlotte is a bit hurrysome this morning," he said; and Harry making no answer, he seemed suddenly to be struck with his attitude. He looked curiously at him a moment, and then lapsed into silence. "Harry wants money."
Sandal's indifference to every one but Harry, and Charlotte's envy, until they had persuaded themselves that they were the only respectable and intelligent members of the family. Naturally Sophia's nature deteriorated under this isolating process. She grew secretive and suspicious. Her love-affairs assumed a proportion which put her in false relations to all the rest of the world.
"She's given all Miss Sandal's money to that little boy that the father of was in prison," said Alice. "It was one pound thirteen and sevenpence halfpenny," sobbed Dora. "You ought to have consulted us, I do think, really," said Dicky. "Of course, I see you're sorry now, but I do think that." "How could I consult you?" said Dora; "you were all playing Cat and Mouse, and he wanted to get home.
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