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Updated: May 5, 2025
There! Miss Whichello's frank admission that she had visited the dead-house rather disconcerted Mr Cargrim. From the circumstance of the veil, he had presumed that she wished her errand there to be unknown, in which case her conduct would have appeared highly suspicious, since she was supposed to know nothing about Jentham or Jentham's murder.
After Miss Whichello's visit and revelation, Dr Pendle immediately sought out his wife to explain that after all doubts and difficulties, and lies and forgeries, they were as legally bound to one another as any couple in the three Kingdoms; that their children were legitimate and could bear their father's name, and that the evil which had survived the death of its author was now but shadow and wind in a word, non-existent.
The quaint old drawing-room, with its low ceiling and twilight atmosphere, was certainly an ideal place for love-making. It was furnished with chairs, and tables, and couches, which had done duty in the days of Miss Whichello's grandparents; and if the carpet was old, so much the better, for its once brilliant tints had faded into soft hues more restful to the eye.
None of your modern flimsy drawing-rooms was Miss Whichello's, but a dear, delightful, cosy room full of faded splendours and relics of the dead and gone so dearly beloved. From the yellow silk fire-screen swinging on a rosewood pole, to the drowsy old canary chirping feebly in his brass cage at the window, all was old-world and marvellously proper and genteel.
Her eyes opened to their widest width when she recognised Miss Whichello's silk cloak and poke bonnet, and saw them vanish into the dead-house. 'Well I never! said Miss Mosk. 'I never thought she'd be fond of corpses at her time of life, seeing as she'll soon be one herself. The little old lady and the inspector remained within for five or six minutes.
Finally Miss Whichello's real reason for calling came out by degrees, and in true feminine fashion she approached the main point by side issues. 'Is your father in, Miss Mosk? she asked, clasping and unclasping her hands feverishly on her lap. 'No, Miss Whichello. He rode over this afternoon to Southberry on business, and we do not expect him back till to-morrow morning.
She knew quite well that Miss Whichello was speaking the truth about the marriage, and that none of her own inventions could stand against the production of the certificate. Moreover, she could not battle against the Bishop of Beorminster, or risk a realisation of Miss Whichello's threat to have her into court.
'Come, good people, she said briskly, 'luncheon is ready; and so are your appetites, I've no doubt. Mr Cargrim, take in my niece. In five minutes the quartette were seated round a small table in Miss Whichello's small dining-room.
'And who is really and truly the most beautiful girl in Beorminster? she asked abruptly. 'Mab Arden, replied Mrs Pansey, promptly. 'There, now, with an emphatic blow of her fan, 'she is pretty, if you like, though I daresay there is more art than nature about her. 'Who is Mab Arden, dear Mrs Pansey? 'She is Miss Whichello's niece, that's who she is. 'Whichello?
As this was precisely what the archdeacon's widow had done, Cargrim felt horribly uncomfortable under the scorn of Miss Whichello's justifiable indignation. He grew red, and smiled feebly, and murmured weak apologies; all of which Miss Whichello saw and heard with supreme contempt.
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