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December the 7th thought Sir Charles, five days before Major Lashley died. Then he turned quickly to the labourer. "Can you tell me when Mrs. Ripley was buried?" "I can find out for another shilling." "You shall have it, man." The labourer hurried off, discovered the sexton, and came back.
Her door opened upon the landing, it is the first door upon the left hand side as you mount the stairs; the big drawing-room opens on to the landing too, but faces the stairs. Mrs. Lashley at once went to that room, knowing how late Mr. Mardale is used to sit over his inventions, and as she expected, found him there.
"So from the first my daughter was primed with the history of that siege, and lately we have had further means of knowledge " He began to speak warily and with embarrassment "For two years ago Resilda married an officer of The King's Battalion, Major Lashley." "Here are two surprises," cried Sir Charles. "For in the first place, Madam, I had no thought you were wed.
They walked on tiptoe down the passage to the door beneath which one bright bar of light stretched across the floor. Jerkley opened the door and looked through; Sir Charles who was the taller man looked over Jerkley's head and never were two men more surprised. In the embrasure of that door to the left of the staircase, the door behind which Resilda Lashley slept, old Mr.
Lashley, and reflected uncomfortably that he must meet her at dinner and again sustain the inquiry of her eyes. He avoided actual questions, however, and as soon as dinner was over, with a meaning look at the girl to assure her that he was busy with her business, he retired to the library. Then he sat himself down to think the matter over restfully.
Yes, Sir, Major Lashley disappeared, utterly from this very house on the eleventh night of last December, and though the country-side was scoured and every ragamuffin for miles round brought to question, no trace of him has anywhere been discovered from that day to this."
Lashley went up to her room at the same time, indeed with so exact a correspondence of movement that as she reached the polished tulip-wood landing at the top of the stairs, she heard the front door latch as her husband drew it to behind him. That was the last she heard of him. "She woke up suddenly," said Jerkley, "in the middle of the night, and found that her husband was not at her side.
They were married, Major Lashley was not a rich man, it was decided that they should both live at the Quarry House." "And what had Mr. Mardale to say to it?" asked Fosbrook. "Oh, Sir," said Gibson Jerkley with a laugh. "Mr. Mardale is a man of wheels, and little steel springs.
On the eleventh of December and at ten o'clock of the evening Major Lashley left the house to visit the stables which were situated in the Park and at the distance of a quarter of a mile from the house.
A favourite mare, which he had hunted the day before, had gone lame, and all day Major Lashley had shown some anxiety; so that there was a natural reason why he should have gone out at the last moment before retiring to bed. Mrs.
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