The Greatest Works of Anna Katharine Green. Анна Грин

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      “Did you notice him closely? Would you be able to identify him on sight?”

      “No, sir, I should not. He looked like a hundred other men I see every day: medium in height and build, with brown hair and brown moustache. Not noticeable in any way, sir, except for his hang-dog air and evident desire not to be noticed.”

      “But you saw him later?”

      “No, sir. After he went to his room he stayed there, and no one saw him. I did not even see him when he left the house. His wife paid the bill and he did not come into the office.”

      “But you saw her well; you would know her again?”

      “Perhaps, sir; but I doubt it. She wore a thick veil when she came in, and though I might remember her voice, I have no recollection of her features for I did not see them.”

      “You can give a description of her dress, though; surely you must have looked long enough at a woman who wrote her own and her husband’s name in your register, for you to remember her clothes.”

      “Yes, for they were very simple. She had on what is called a gossamer, which covered her from neck to toe, and on her head a hat wrapped all about with a blue veil.”

      “So that she might have worn any dress under that gossamer?”

      “Yes, sir.”

      “And any hat under that veil?”

      “Any one that was large enough, sir.”

      “Very good. Now, did you see her hands?”

      “Not to remember them.”

      “Did she have gloves on?”

      “I cannot say. I did not stand and watch her, sir.”

      “That is a pity. But you say you heard her voice.”

      “Yes, sir.”

      “Was it a lady’s voice? Was her tone refined and her language good?”

      “They were, sir.”

      “When did they leave? How long did they remain in your house?”

      “They left in the evening; after tea, I should say.”

      “How? On foot or in a carriage?”

      “In a carriage; one of the hacks that stand in front of the door.”

      “Did they bring any baggage with them?”

      “No, sir.”

      “Did they take any away?”

      “The lady carried a parcel.”

      “What kind of a parcel?”

      “A brown-paper parcel, like clothing done up.”

      “And the gentleman?”

      “I did not see him.”

      “Was she dressed the same in going as in coming?”

      “To all appearance, except her hat. That was smaller.”

      “She had the gossamer on still, then?”

      “Yes, sir.”

      “And a veil?”

      “Yes, sir.”

      “Only that the hat it covered was smaller?”

      “Yes, sir.”

      “And now, how did you account to yourself for the parcel and the change of hat?”

      “I didn’t account for them. I didn’t think anything about them at the time; but, since I have had the subject brought to my mind, I find it easy enough. She had a package delivered to her while she was in our house, or rather packages; they were quite numerous, I believe.”

      “Can you recall the circumstances of their delivery?”

      “Yes, sir; the man who brought the packages said that they had not been paid for, so I allowed him to carry them to Mrs. James Pope’s room. When he went away, he had but one small parcel with him; the rest he had left.”

      “And this is all you can tell us about this singular couple? Had they no meals in your house?”

      “No, sir; the gentleman—or I suppose I should say the lady, sir, for the order was given in her voice—sent for two dozen oysters and a bottle of ale, which were furnished to them in their rooms; but they didn’t come to the dining-room.”

      “Is the boy here who carried up those articles?”

      “He is, sir.”

      “And the chambermaid who attended to their rooms?”

      “Yes, sir.”

      “Then you may answer this question, and we will excuse you. How was the gentleman dressed when you saw him?”

      “In a linen duster and a felt hat.”

      “Let the jury remember that. And now let us hear from Richard Clapp. Is Richard Clapp in the room?”

      “I am, sir,” answered a cheery voice; and a lively young man with a shrewd eye and a wide-awake manner popped up from behind a portly woman on a side seat and rapidly came forward.

      He was asked several questions before the leading one which we all expected; but I will not record them here. The question which brought the reply most eagerly anticipated was this:

      “Do you remember being sent to the Hotel D——with several packages for a Mrs. James Pope?”

      “I do, sir.”

      “Did you deliver them in person? Did you see the lady?”

      A peculiar look crossed his face and we all leaned forward. But his answer brought a shock of disappointment with it.

      “No, I didn’t, sir. She wouldn’t let me in. She bade me lay the things down by the door and wait in the rear hall till she called me.”

      “And you did this?”

      “Yes, sir.”

      “But you kept your eye on the door, of course?”

      “Naturally, sir.”

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