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"You, who came home to her with the blood on your hands of the man whom, if only you had kept away, she might one day have loved? Unreasonable, you call it?" "I have finished what I had to say, Mrs. Unthank," Dominey declared. "I am compelled by important business to leave here for two or three days. On my return I shall embark upon the changes with which I have acquainted you.
"I am afraid she does." "And I suppose that every one else has the same idea?" "The mystery," Mr. Mangan admitted, "has never been cleared up. It is well known, you see, that you fought in the park and that you staggered home almost senseless. Roger Unthank has never been seen from that day to this." "If I had killed him," Dominey pointed out, "why was his body not found?"
He tackled the subject bravely, as he had made up his mind to on every opportunity. "You do not lie awake thinking of our nocturnal visitor, then?" "Not for one moment. You see," she went on conversationally, "if you were really Everard, then I might be frightened, for some day or other I feel that if Everard comes here, the spirit of Roger Unthank will do him some sort of mischief."
The idea seemed to be outside the bounds of her comprehension. "Mrs. Unthank would never go," she declared. "She stays here to listen to the voice. All night long sometimes she waits and listens, and it doesn't come. Then she hears it, and she is rested." "And you?" he asked. "I am afraid," she confessed. "But then, you see, I am not very strong." "You are not fond of Mrs.
Dominey, following within a very few minutes of his summons, was ushered into an apartment large and sombrely elegant, an apartment of faded white and gold walls, of chandeliers glittering with lustres, of Louise Quinze furniture, shabby but priceless. To his surprise, although he scarcely noticed it at the time, Mrs. Unthank promptly disappeared.
"In plain words," Dominey said bitterly, "she has sworn to take my life if ever I sleep under the same roof." "She will need, I am afraid, to be strictly watched," the lawyer answered evasively. "Still, I think you ought to be told that time does not seem to have lessened her tragical antipathy." "She regards me still as the murderer of Roger Unthank?" Dominey asked, in a measured tone.
The Bishop, who suffered death at the stake in the troublous times of Queen Mary, in touching letters bids farewell to his Cousin at Willimoteswick and his sister and her children at Unthank. On the same side of the Tyne is Beltingham Church, with some wonderful old trees in the churchyard, and Ridley Hall, which takes its name from that family, although not now occupied by them.
"It's about the wood again, sir," she confessed. "I can't bear it. All night long I seem to hear those axes, and the calling of the men." "What is your objection, Mrs. Unthank, to the destruction of the Black Wood?" Dominey asked bluntly. "It is nothing more nor less than a noisome pest-hole. Its very presence there, after all that she has suffered, is a menace to Lady Dominey's nerves.
"Lady Dominey has needed me," she answered, after a moment's pause. "Do you consider," he asked, "that you have been the best possible companion for her?" "She has never been willing to accept any other," the woman replied. "Are you very devoted to my wife?" he enquired. Mrs. Unthank, grim and fierce though she was and appeared to be, was obviously disconcerted by Dominey's line of questions.
Something ought to be done about those." "We will try one of them to-morrow night," Dominey suggested. "We might spend half an hour or so in the cellars, if we have any time to spare." "And another half an hour," Mr. Mangan said gravely, "I should like to spend in interviewing Mrs. Unthank.
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