The Woman with One Hand, and Mr. Ely's Engagement. Marsh Richard

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СКАЧАТЬ in not going even out of my way to transfer suspicion from myself to the scamp whom Mrs. Barnes had assured me was her husband. I arrived, then and there, at a resolution. I would play, on lines of my own, that favourite part in fiction-the role of the amateur detective. I would trace to their sources the various threads which had become complicated in such a tangled web of crime. I would unravel them, one by one. Single-handed, if necessary, I would make the whole thing plain.

      In theory, an excellent resolution; situated as I was, not an easy one to put into practice. Before the end of the coroner's inquest Messrs. Cleaver and Caxton informed me that their guarantee to provide for the expenses of my sojourn at Mrs. Barnes's establishment thenceforward was withdrawn. Of the four banknotes which had come to me in Duncan Rothwell's letter about fifteen pounds remained. If that sum might be credited to my account, on the debit side of the column was the injury which my connection with the affair had, at least temporarily, done my character. If before I had found it difficult to obtain remunerative employment, I should find it now still harder.

      On the morning after the close of the inquiry I was meditating taking an immediate departure from the house in which I had met with experiences which had been to anything but my advantage, when Mrs. Barnes came into the room. Her worries had worn her almost to a shadow. I felt that, if she continued to diminish at the same rate long, she soon, literally, would entirely waste away. Her nervous tricks seemed to have become accentuated. She stood rubbing her hands together, apparently for the moment at a loss for something to say.

      "I hope, sir, that you are not going?"

      "Then you hope wrong, Mrs. Barnes. I certainly am going, and that at once."

      "You mustn't sir-you really mustn't."

      "You are wrong again, Mrs. Barnes, for I really must, if on one account only-that I am not in a position to pay your terms."

      She gave a sudden movement forward, coming to lean with both her hands upon the table. Her voice dropped to that odd, palpitating whisper of which she seemed to be so fond.

      "You needn't let that trouble you. You can live board and lodging free, and you'll be welcome."

      I observed her closely. In her face there was something which was positively uncanny. If ever a person had a haunted look it was Mrs. Barnes.

      "Why do you make to me such a proposition? Do you consider that I am the sort of person who would be willing to snatch at anybody's charity, or are you in the habit of giving strangers board and lodging free?"

      "Indeed, no; but it's different with you. If you leave me now I shall not dare to stay in the house, and that's the truth. I feel as if you were guarding me; as if hungry eyes were on the house, seeking for a chance to work me evil, but that the hidden watchers dare not come in to do that to me which they desire while my roof still shelters you. Sir, do you think that 'he' did it?"

      "Do I think that who did what?"

      "Do you think that my husband killed that man?"

      "To be frank with you, I think it extremely possible that he knows as much of the business as may altogether be good for him-more, for instance, than you or I. I have been reproaching myself for having done as you requested, and not having at least alluded to the gentleman in question when giving my evidence before the coroner."

      My words set her trembling.

      "You did quite right. You would have been sorry for it afterwards. I cannot tell you why or how, but I am certain that my husband had no more to do with that deed of blood than you or I."

      The woman's intense earnestness made me stare.

      "I can only say, Mrs. Barnes, that I regret that I am unable to share your certainty."

      "That is one reason why I ask you-why I implore you to stay. There is a cloud hanging over you and over me-it is the same cloud! If you stay I feel that it may be lifted; but, if you leave, it may rest on us for ever."

      What she said was nonsense pure and simple. Still, I suffered myself to be persuaded. I agreed to stay on-at any rate, for a time. The satisfaction with which she received my decision was so pronounced that one might have thought that I had done her the greatest service in the world.

      I went out in the afternoon. When I came back in the evening, not a little to my surprise, my food was brought me by a man. I stared at him askance. Hitherto the whole service of the house, in which I had been the only guest, had been done by the maid. Now I found myself confronted by a quite irreproachable-looking waiter, attired in the orthodox costume of his kind. His presence was so unexpected that I found it impossible to conceal my astonishment.

      "Who the deuce are you?" I blurted out.

      The fellow began to smirk in reply. "New waiter, sir-only came this afternoon, sir!"

      "I had no notion that Mrs. Barnes contemplated making such an addition to her establishment."

      "No, sir; perhaps not, sir. Business is very slack just now, but the season is coming on, and the house will very soon be full."

      This was emphatically a lie. So far from the season just coming on, in an hotel-keeper's sense, it was rapidly drawing to an end; and so far as Mrs. Barnes was personally concerned, apparently a bitter one, too. What she wanted, circumstanced as she was, with such a gorgeous individual as this about the place, or what she could find for him to do, surpassed my comprehension.

      The fellow bustled about the room, pretending to busy himself, in accordance with a trick of his trade, with nothing at all.

      "Been here long, sir?"

      "You know very well how long I have been here."

      "Beg pardon, sir, how's that?"

      "You have read it in the papers. Don't feign ignorance with me, my man."

      The fellow turned away. He was industriously polishing an already spotless glass.

      "You allude to the recent unfortunate occurrence, sir? I believe that I did see something about it."

      "You believe! Is that all? You are perfectly aware that you are as well up in what you call the recent occurrence as I am. You know all about me; how I came into the house, when I came, my name, and everything."

      I do not know why I said this, but I did say it, and I felt that it was true. The man seemed taken aback.

      "Mrs. Barnes did mention your name," he murmured.

      "You knew it without her mentioning it. You can leave the room. When I want you I will ring."

      I was glad to be rid of him. His presence seemed to chafe me. I knew not why. He was not ill-looking. His bearing was wholly respectful; and yet some instinct had seemed to warn me that while I was in his near neighbourhood it would be just as well that I should be upon my guard.

      When I had eaten I sallied forth in quest of Mrs. Barnes. Her nervous system had not improved since the morning; even the sight of me seemed to fill her with terror. Her eyes looked at everything except at me. I wondered if some disaster had been added to the sum of her already over-numerous troubles.

      "You have a new waiter," I began.

      "Yes." She spoke in a stammering whisper. Her features were agitated with the former reminiscence of St. Vitus's Dance. "Yes; a new waiter."

      "I hope very sincerely, for your sake, Mrs. Barnes, that СКАЧАТЬ