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Updated: May 28, 2025
"But you'll have to promise not to take me over any railroad trestles," Helen warned him. "I'll promise," agreed Joe. They did not go far, and on their way back, as they passed the reservoir, they saw a big crowd gathered on the bank near a gate-house. "Looks as if something was going on," said Joe, stopping the machine.
In going through the apartments they came to the gallery leading to the library, where they were stopped by some workmen's trestles, on which were lying two painted glass windows, one that had been taken down, and another which was to be put in its stead. Whilst the workmen were moving the obstacles out of the way, the company had leisure to admire the painted windows.
The iron bed; the chest of drawers, scratched and with broken handles; the closed colonial desk; the miserly rag carpet all seemed mutely asking, as Bobby did, why their owner had deserted them the other night and delivered himself to the ghostly mystery of the old bedroom. Reluctantly Bobby's glance went to the centre of the floor where the casket rested on trestles.
Well, she needed his presence. I could hardly keep my feet, for the footing was slippery and my brain swam. Touching the silent, motionless form, in a voice scarcely audible I pronounced her name. She turned with difficulty, and a slight sound of clanking explained the covering on the feet. She was chained to one of the trestles. Sitting up, she made room for me beside her.
It was as if in this man, born of the best blood of a nation-building people, trained by the best of the cultured East trained as truly by his life and work in the desert it was as though, in him, the best spirit of the age and race found expression. At last the trestles were pushed across the break, the track was laid and the gigantic work of filling the channel was begun.
"Oh, yes, I'm sorry. I didn't understand. Go, by all means. We'll wait here." When they were alone, the two detectives remained silent for a long minute. Winter arose and looked through a window at the scene outside. A closed hearse had arrived; some men were carrying in a rough coffin and three trestles. There was none of the gorgeous trappings which lend dignity to such transits in public.
The audience, particularly that portion seated in the gallery, clapped and cheered to such an extent that one of the trestles, which had been carelessly fixed, collapsed, and sent a whole row of girls sliding on to the floor, whence they were rescued speechless with laughter, but uninjured. They came crowding round the performers to admire the costumes. "They're topping!"
The straight, tall, colossal trunks rose dimly like columns of upward smoke. The few fallen trees stretched their huge length into obscurity, and seemed to lie on shadowy trestles.
It was desperately hard to steer a course on this treacherous highway, and a number of lorries we passed had gone temporarily out of action in ditches. The Germans with the Turks had blown up most of the culverts, and the road bridges which had been destroyed had only been lightly repaired with planks and trestles, no safety rails being in position.
The coffin was removed from the hearse and placed upon two black trestles which had been set up just outside the town hall, where the body and those who had come with it were to remain until the bells began to toll and the pastor and the sexton were ready to go with them to the churchyard. It was a stormy day. Rain came down in lashing showers and beat against the coffin.
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