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"Yes and no. I must see Ethelwynn without delay. Telegraph and ask her to meet you here. I want to ask her a question." "Do you still suspect her?" He shrugged his shoulders with an air of distinct vagueness. "Wire to her to-night," he urged. "Your man can take the message down to the Charing Cross office, and she'll get it at eight o'clock in the morning.
Even Scotland Yard seeks his aid in the solving of the more difficult criminal problems." "I tell you plainly that I fear Ethelwynn may expose us," his wife went on slowly, a distinctly anxious look upon her countenance. "As you know, there is a coolness between us, and rather than risk losing the doctor altogether she may make a clean breast of the affair." "No, no, my dear.
"And didn't the old gentleman know of his wife's absence?" "Sometimes. He used to ask me whether Mrs. Courtenay was at home, and then I was bound to tell the truth." By his own admission then, this man Short had informed the invalid of his wife's frequent absences. He was an informer, and as such most probably the enemy of both Mary and Ethelwynn.
"Please yourself, my dear fellow," he answered. "I know it is hard to believe ill of a woman whom one loves so devotedly as you've loved Ethelwynn. But be brave, bear up, and face the situation like a man." "I am facing it," I said resolutely. "I will face it by refusing to believe that she killed him. The letters are plain enough.
Then, after she had again urged me to lose no time in seeing Ethelwynn, and had imposed upon me silence as to what had passed between us, I assisted her into a hansom, and she drove away, waving her hand in farewell. The interview had been a curious one, and I could not in the least understand its import.
On the occasions I had spent the evening with Ethelwynn at their house I had watched her narrowly, yet neither by look nor by action did she betray any sign of a guilty secret.
"I've been travelling," he responded rather vaguely. "I've been going about a lot." "And keeping watch on Ethelwynn during part of the time," I laughed. "She told you, eh?" he exclaimed, rather apprehensively. "I didn't know that she ever recognised me. But women are always sharper than men. Still, I'm sorry that she saw me."
Courtenay was utterly broken down, for Ethelwynn had told her the terrible truth that her husband had been murdered, and both women pounced upon me eagerly to ascertain what theory the police now held. I looked at the woman who had held me so long beneath her spell. Was it possible that one so open-faced and pure could be the author of so dastardly and cowardly a crime?
"Tell me, Ethelwynn," I said, in a hard, stern voice. "What does all this mean?" She drew herself up and tried to face me firmly, but was unable. I had burst in upon her unexpectedly, and she seemed to fear how much of the conversation I had overheard. Noticing her silence, my friend Jevons addressed her, saying: "Miss Mivart, you are aware of all the circumstances of the tragedy at Kew.
I turned towards Sir Bernard inquiringly, and as I did so my eye caught a face hidden by a black veil, seated among the public at the far side of the room. It was Ethelwynn herself come there to watch the proceedings and hear with her own ears whether the police had obtained traces of the assassin!
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