Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1915-10-17
SUNDAY MAGAZINE for October II, 1915
More Of the mystery
Behind the Bottled Door?
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your day out, but will you take the door
again for just few minutes-till I've
time to pull myself together? | think I'll
have to take a plunge And all | said
was that / would. Another thing, too,
she says. In case Mr.. Vikings calls, and
have to keep him, will you just give him
this while he's waiting?
at was big blue envelop that she 'ad
there on 'er library table. But that was
nothing to make a mystery Of She'd left
the same sort of envelops for i'm before.
An | gave it to i'm, too, as e 'imself will
tell YOU"
"You did, Jimmy, said Vikings But,
Jimmy, had you any idea what was in
that big blue envelope
"Bank-notes, wasn't it, sir, he an
swered simply, "for your settlement 'ouse?
But, MIR. Vikings, sir, and his voice
changed and trembled, -"think twice as
'ow you use them. For Mrs. Fisher
Cord rest 'er-was dead before ever that
money reached you'll"
dead them" exclaimed Vikings. But
you
not that I'm even sure yet that | card 'er
end All that got to me was the sound of
something falling near the pool; and at
that distance it might only ave been a
'eavy book. card it just as | was goin
in to announce you. I'd gone as far as the
library to get that envelop; and she didn't
answer. But | took it that the water
must be runnin' in the pool and she didn't
ear my voice on that account-it 'ad
'appened so before. So | just pressed 'er
bell She could always ear that. knew
She know what it meant, too. And then
[ went on back again to my own quarters.
"Well, there | sat, earring Maddalina
moving about above me- and thinking,
Well, whatever devilment you've been
h'up to, you vixen, this is precious note,
me doing your work an you just as busy
as ever on your own!' For ten, fifteen,
twenty minutes | sat there. And then it
came to me that adn't card Mrs. Fisher
come out to MIR. Vikings, an maybe,
after all, she 'adn't card the bell. So |
went to look.
"She wasn't in the drawing-room. She
wasn't in 'er library. | listened. The
water wasn't running in the pool. And
| rang again. rang a dozen times; but
she didn't answer. Judge your
lordship began to get the fear and ell
of it then, if it was only because every
thing was that quiet! And | pushed on
into 'er bedroom, er dressing-room, and
then on to tho pool itself An there
his eyes seemed to wince-"oh, Cord, the
blood alone!-there l found 'er!"
Jimmy said Bishop, ending the
silence, what | want to ask you is this:
Why didn't you tell Mr.. Vikings? Or why
didn't you cry out and rouse the house,"
eyes, Judge your lordship, why didn't
1? For that's what any honest man
would do. And for that first minute
while was still trying to make my tongue
speak and my limbs move at ALL that mas
my first thought. |, too, was thinking of
myself as honest man. And them
Judge, I've record. I've done my
seven years ard in Dartmouth. And
that's the only thing that counts in my
life. served it for killing man | never
saw or card of. But no matter for that
That's neither ere nor there. I've got
my murder record. And, Judge, there's
no man who as ever done his seven years
ard in Dartmouth will ever, this side of