Presently Dixon came to the door and said, 'Miss Hale, you are

wanted.' Dixon's manner was so flurried that Margaret turned sick at

heart. Something had happened to Fred. She had no doubt of that.

It was well that her father and Mr. Thornton were so much

occupied by their conversation.

'What is it, Dixon?' asked Margaret, the moment she had shut the

drawing-room door.

'Come this way, miss,' said Dixon, opening the door of what had

been Mrs. Hale's bed-chamber, now Margaret's, for her father

refused to sleep there again after his wife's death. 'It's

nothing, miss,' said Dixon, choking a little. 'Only a

police-inspector. He wants to see you, miss. But I dare say, it's

about nothing at all.' 'Did he name--' asked Margaret, almost inaudibly.

'No, miss; he named nothing. He only asked if you lived here, and

if he could speak to you. Martha went to the door, and let him

in; she has shown him into master's study. I went to him myself,

to try if that would do; but no--it's you, miss, he wants.' Margaret did not speak again till her hand was on the lock of the

study door. Here she turned round and said, 'Take care papa does

not come down. Mr. Thornton is with him now.' The inspector was almost daunted by the haughtiness of her manner

as she entered. There was something of indignation expressed in

her countenance, but so kept down and controlled, that it gave

her a superb air of disdain. There was no surprise, no curiosity.

She stood awaiting the opening of his business there. Not a

question did she ask.

'I beg your pardon, ma'am, but my duty obliges me to ask you a

few plain questions. A man has died at the Infirmary, in

consequence of a fall, received at Outwood station, between the

hours of five and six on Thursday evening, the twenty-sixth

instant. At the time, this fall did not seem of much consequence;

but it was rendered fatal, the doctors say, by the presence of

some internal complaint, and the man's own habit of drinking.' The large dark eyes, gazing straight into the inspector's face,

dilated a little. Otherwise there was no motion perceptible to

his experienced observation. Her lips swelled out into a richer

curve than ordinary, owing to the enforced tension of the

muscles, but he did not know what was their usual appearance, so

as to recognise the unwonted sullen defiance of the firm sweeping

lines. She never blenched or trembled. She fixed him with her

eye. Now--as he paused before going on, she said, almost as if

she would encourage him in telling his tale--'Well--go on!' 'It is supposed that an inquest will have to be held; there is

some slight evidence to prove that the blow, or push, or scuffle

that caused the fall, was provoked by this poor fellow's

half-tipsy impertinence to a young lady, walking with the man who

pushed the deceased over the edge of the platform. This much was

observed by some one on the platform, who, however, thought no

more about the matter, as the blow seemed of slight consequence.

There is also some reason to identify the lady with yourself; in

which case--' 'I was not there,' said Margaret, still keeping her

expressionless eyes fixed on his face, with the unconscious look

of a sleep-walker.




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