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"Mrs. Unthank," Dominey said sternly, "you are in time to accompany your son to the hospital at Norwich. The car will be here in two minutes. I have nothing to say to you. Your own conscience should be sufficient punishment for keeping that poor creature alive in such a fashion and ministering during my absence to his accursed desire for vengeance."
Tell me, if that man's body should be discovered after all these years, would you be charged with manslaughter?" He shook his head. "I do not think so, Caroline." "Everard." "Well?" "Did you kill Roger Unthank?" A portion of the burning log fell on to the hearth. Then there was silence. They heard the click of the billiard balls in the adjoining room.
One evening Everard caught him and they fought, and Roger Unthank was never seen again. I think that any one around here would tell you," she went on, dropping her voice a little, "that Everard killed Roger and threw him into one of those swampy places near the Black Wood, where a body sinks and sinks and nothing is ever seen of it again."
That was what drove me out of the country, Mangan not the fear of being arrested for having caused the death of Roger Unthank. I'd have stood my trial for that at any moment. It was the other thing that broke me up." "Quite so," Mangan murmured sympathetically. "As a matter of fact, you were perfectly safe from arrest, as it happened.
Apart from any other question, I do not for one moment believe that she is the proper person to be entrusted with the care of Lady Dominey. I made up my mind to speak to you on this subject, Sir Everard, as soon as we had arrived here." "Mrs. Unthank was old Mr. Felbrigg's housekeeper and my wife's nurse when she was a child," Dominey reminded his companion.
He seemed during the last few minutes to have been wrapped in a brown study. "Mangan," he asked a little abruptly, "is it the popular belief down here that I killed Roger Unthank?" The lawyer set down the decanter and coughed. "A plain answer," Dominey insisted. Mr. Mangan adapted himself to the situation. He was beginning to understand his client.
It was you who nursed my wife into insanity. It was you who fed her with the horror of your son's so-called spirit. I think that if I had stayed away another two years, Lady Dominey would have been in a mad-house to-day." "I would to Heaven!" the woman cried, "that you'd rotted to death in Africa!" "You carry your evil feelings far, Mrs. Unthank," he replied. "Take my advice.
"You are clever," she said. "I will leave you to find it out. I am excited now, and I want you to go away for a little time. Please send Mrs. Unthank to me." The prospect of release was a strange relief, mingled still more strangely with regret. He lingered over her hand. "If you walk in your sleep to-night, then," he begged, "you will leave your dagger behind?"
"I have finished with Africa, if that is what you mean," was the somewhat grave reply. "As to settling down here, well, that depends a little upon what you have to tell me." The lawyer nodded. "I think," he said, "that you may make yourself quite easy as regards the matter of Roger Unthank. Nothing has ever been heard of him since the day you left England." "His body has not been found?"
Come to think of it," he went on, "the Domineys were never cowards. If you've got your courage back, send Mrs. Unthank away, sleep with your doors wide open. If a single night passes without Lady Dominey coming to your room with a knife in her hand, she will be cured in time of that mania at any rate. Dare you do that?" Dominey's hesitation was palpable, also his agitation.
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