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"Light us upstairs at once, Thalassa," said Mrs. Pendleton sharply. "Mrs. Pendleton, will you wait downstairs while we investigate?" suggested Dr. Ravenshaw. "No," she resolutely answered. "I will come with you, doctor. Robert may need me. Do not let us waste any more time." She slipped past him to Thalassa, who was mounting the stairs. Dr. Ravenshaw hurried after her. Mr.
There was a chance, if Thalassa had not returned. My other instinct was to secure the proofs first, though they were really useless then. I rummaged in the clock-case, and found a large envelope which I stuffed in my pocket. The face stared up at me; the clock had stopped at a minute to nine. I had an idea an inspiration. I pulled the long hand down to the hour-half to half-past nine.
Pendleton stooped and examined it, but rose immediately. "There's been trouble in there," he said, with a pale face. "How could anybody get in?" said Thalassa sullenly. "The door is locked from the inside, and it's two hundred feet from the windows to the bottom of the cliffs." "Oh, for pity's sake stop talking and do something," cried Mrs. Pendleton hysterically. "My poor brother may be dying."
He fiddled with the planchette on the table as though he had some notion of invoking the shade of Robert Turold to answer the question. "Had your father any enemy? Did he fear anybody?" She raised thoughtful eyes to his in reply. "My father feared nobody," she said, "at least, I do not think so. Nobody had any real influence over him except Thalassa." "What sort of an influence?"
"This man has been in your brother's service for a long time, has he not?" "For a great number of years. Almost ever since Robert returned to England, I think." "So Mr. Austin Turold informed me. Had he any grudge against his master?" "Thalassa? I really couldn't tell you, because I do not know.
"Did you see the blood under the door when you went up and tried to get in?" "I've told you all there is to tell," was the dogged response. "What frightened your wife so much? Do you think she saw the murderer?" "That's what I would like to know," responded Thalassa, with a swift cunning glance.
"Oh, they must not!" she cried in distress. "Poor Thalassa! He must tell them the truth." "The question is what is the truth?" It flashed through his mind as he spoke that his interrogation was the echo of one put to him by his father before he left Cornwall. "The truth is, that Thalassa and I left the house together that night before it happened. Oh, cannot they believe that?
The sound of an opening door and a shadow athwart the threshold disturbed his meditations. He looked up, and was confronted by the spectacle of Thalassa advancing into the room with his eyes fixed upon him. "Well, Thalassa," he said, "what do you want?" "To ask you something," was the response. "It's this. It's every man for himself now that he's gone."
Of our stay at Scheveningen I recollect nothing except that the paths in the little garden of the house we occupied were strewn with shells. We dug a big hole in the sand on the downs, but I retained no remembrance of the sea and its majesty, and when I beheld it in later years it seemed as if I were greeting for the first time the eternal Thalassa which was to become so dear and familiar to me.
"Did you hear what I said to you?" angrily demanded Barrant. "Were you not told not to interfere with these rooms in any way? You have no right up here." "More right than you have to come into a house like a thief," retorted Thalassa coldly. "I have my work to do. The place must be looked after, whether I'm spied on or not." "I advise you not to take that tone with me," replied the detective.
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