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Updated: June 25, 2025
Sir Bernard, his dark eyes starting from his ashen face, stood, holding a woman within his grasp, pinning her to the wall, and struggling to cover her mouth with his hands and prevent her cries from being overheard. The woman was none other than Ethelwynn. At my unexpected entry he released his hold, shrinking back with a wild, fierce look in his face, such as I had never before seen.
"Need I repeat what I have told you so many times, dearest?" I asked, in a low voice, as her head rested upon my shoulder and she stood in my embrace. "Need I tell you how fondly I love you how that I am entirely yours? No. You are mine, Ethelwynn mine." "And you will never think ill of me?" she asked, in a faltering tone. "You will never be suspicious of me as you have been to-night?
I glanced across at Ethelwynn, and saw her sitting immovable, breathless, statuesque. She watched the foreman of the jury whispering to two or three of his colleagues in the immediate vicinity. The twelve tradesmen consulted together in an undertone, while the reporters at the table conversed audibly. They, too, were disappointed at being unable to obtain any sensational "copy."
In any case the little innocent-looking fragment had snapped, and dropped at the bedside of the murdered man. The grave suspicions of Ethelwynn which I had held on the previous night when she endeavoured to justify her sister's neglect again crowded upon me, and Sir Bernard's hint at the secret of her past thrust the iron deeply into my heart.
His curiosity seemed aroused; but, although he put to me an ingenious question, I steadfastly refused to satisfy him. I recollected too well his open condemnation of my love on previous occasions. Now that the "murdered" man was proved to be still alive, I surely had no further grounds for my suspicion of Ethelwynn. That she had, by her silence, deceived me regarding her engagement to Mr.
He would probably have cast it aside and dashed out in search of a cab. Indeed, the constable on the beat had seen him rush forth hurriedly and, urged by Ethelwynn, run in the direction of Kew Bridge. No. Somehow I could not rid myself of the suspicion that the man was lying.
Therefore when I had put Ethelwynn into a cab, and had bade farewell to Sir Bernard and received certain private instructions from him, we walked together into the narrow, rather dirty High Street of Brentford, the county town of Middlesex.
"If any of the villagers ever discovered us they might talk, and declare that I met a secret lover," she laughed. "If you are ever recognised, which I don't anticipate is probable, we can at once change our place of meeting. At present there is no necessity for changing it." "Then, in the meantime, I will exercise my woman's diplomacy to effect peace between Ethelwynn and the doctor," she said.
Of course in my position I am not permitted to give you advice, but I think that you could have arrived at no other verdict. The police will use every endeavour to discover the identity of the assassin." I glanced at Ethelwynn, and at that instant she turned her head, and her eyes met mine.
"I'm only up for a couple of days," she answered. "London has not the charm for me that it used to have," and she sighed heavily, as though her mind were crowded by bitter memories. Then raising her veil, and revealing her pale, handsome face, she said bluntly, "The reason of my call is to talk to you about Ethelwynn." "Well, what of her?"
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