|Chapter Title||WHAT CAME OF IT.|
|Newspaper Title||Nepean Times (Penrith, NSW : 1882 - 1962)|
|Trove Title||The Mystery of Queen's Wharf|
' ?? ^CHAPTER III.
' -i' '?'i WHAT CAMB Or IX.
In;iflB0 than ah hour Binks and I were on 'the toad to Brighton. Ha agreed with me that the kindest thing to do was to see Mr. Pahlopaer or Captain Reynolds at onee, and then take further action; The whole aonduot of the former proved that be bad no wish to . escape, and even the professional mind of my
companion waa at ease on. this point.
. On reaohing the oottniie the door was opened by Beeoher, to whom I gave my oard, With a linein pencil asking for an interview on the most important business.
. , We were shown into, a Btnull dining-room
directly, and th«rp, standing on the hearth rug, were Mr. FauJconer and Captain Rey nolds, oool and calm an ever.
. "Good morning, Mr. Wainright," said thi termor," to what do I owe the pleaeura ol
this viuit ?'!
^ I apologise for the intrusion," Mr, Fauloonsr, I ropliod gently, for I was full of sympathy for the apparently impas sive man before me, " but I have some pain ful butjinbss to tell you alone, or rather Mr. Binks has," and 1 pointed to my oompanion, who wns'standing with his hat in his handt looking for the first time to my knowledge very embarrassed.
" My friend Captain Reynolds is in my con fidence, and anything Mr. Biukt), whom I re member perfectly, Ijab to say can bo eaid in his presence. Sit down gentlemen." Still the same calm impassive manner and tho keen eyea steadily Used on us.
We sat down, and in a straightforward but sympathetic manner tho detuclive repeated what he had said to mo, adding only that after first recognising Mr«. Fiiulaondr lie had suspicions aontirmed by hearing that uho was an execllent mimio of the Fronoh and Italian
Poor girl," muttered Captain Itoynolds, but tho husband still oat silently looking at ua til] the story was fiuiahed, oud thon in •
low quiet tonp ho said—
; " Your story is true, Mr. Binks'. Mill
was killed asyou (deiorlbe»d"—
do eb 1 bave bad to do mine. As to tne re
lations between—between Mibs Darley and myBelf, I am nure that you, Mr. WftiDright, as a gentleman and man of honor, will accept the only admiesion I can malic, namely, that thero bad been eome reason why she ehould have yj»Med to tho request made in that forgecftetter (or an interview, and you will onders and the meaning of the word ' resolu tion' woich my unfortunate wife—whose pas eionatly jealous nature I had aleady received many proofs, had gleaned from a conversa tion she partially overheard between ug." I bowed in answer to his inquiring glance and he oontinued:
" It was easy for Miss Darley to leave the house quietly, trusting to mo I suppose for her return and it was ft ill easier for my wife— as she afterwards oonfc&sed, to use the dupli cate key which had been lost and pioked up by her. When her watch was handed to me in Court I Kuew too well the truth and when Ireached hotne it waB easy in her frenzied condi'.ton to induce hor to tell me the truth. She did bo and listened to my decision in silence. She was to write and e!gn a con fession in tho presence of my oldest and truest friend who now sits beside me and who from first to last of this unhappy business he laid his hand on the others ooat sleeve for a moment and hiB voice faltered but he went on as quietly as ever.
" This done oho was to acoompany me to England but I told her that if there ever appeared any chance of an innocent person being condemmed for tho offence that con fession would be handed in. Otherwise my name Bhould not ba disgraced. As you know she was taken ill at' Adelaide, and when Reynolds for whom I telegraphed arrived she was a hopeless lunatic. Here wo have watohed, and tended her, I trust as men of humanity and feeling though for the sake of easier ReelusioD ehe passed as my friends eieter. But the medical men who attended her knew her to bo my wife and under that name they have signed the oertiBoate of her death. Yes, Mr Binks, she died this morning oalmly and peacefully and bo far as she ia con cerned your duty jb over."
He rose as I spoke and opening the door of an adjoining room beokonedto us to follow
He wm r>«ht. On a bed in the oantre of the elegantly furnished room in which she had lived almost constantly, lay the seoond of the unhappy viotims of the tragedy of the
" You recognise her, gentlemen," asked the husband—Captain Reynolds had remained without—looking down on the still beautiful face with folded arms and compressed lips, evidently a suppressed voleano. Wo merely
bowed in reply and onreturning to tho next
room Mr Faalooner said in hie usual oold
" Mr Wainright, I thank you for your dclicacy In this matter. Mr Binka you oan trust me (or not leaving this plaoe till I hear from yoa or your superiors. Good day."
"Trust him," Baid the deteotive as Captain Reynolds ohowed us to the door. " Give him my respects, Captn' and Bay I'd trust him anywhera,"
What Mr Binks reported to hie ohie! I know not bat I know that Mrs Faalooner was
buried quietly and that a week afterwards the husband left the oolony bo I conoluded ' that the authorities bave arrived at the con < elusion not to interfere and I have told the story— »uppreesing real names and some of tho evidence in order to show how often the i" habitual Criminal" theory turns out a
I did not we Mr Faulooner before he left but Captain Reynolds called, as he said, to thank me and when I expressed a hope that Mr Faulooner had not suffered in health from tne recent trial he replied simply.
" He's oat up, of oourBe, poor Frank, bat he'll soon pall round. We are going to take a
tour in South Afriea>"
I heard of them onoe again for the last time and then it was to Bay that they bad fallen togethor under a shower of Kaffir Asseghaiea the Captain fighting over his friend's body till he fell dead by its side.
What an amount of firm friendship, that few women oan understand, there is among , these impassive men with whom " gush" ia a heresy and morbid sympathy an unclean thing.
A man went into Knows Lake, near , Miedletown, Ohio, after laying a wager that
he could remain under water two minutes. He won tho bet, but he'll never get the money.—Augluto (Ga.) Phoenix.
"I was never exaotly buried alive," said ae old clerk, recounting hiB experience, " but
I once worked a week in a store that did not. advertise. When I eamo out ray head was almost as whit© as you now aeo it. Solitary confinement did it. —Kinmtti Owette,
Every failure is A step to success : every detection of what is false directs us towards what is true; every trial exhausts some tempting form of error. Not only bo, but sbaroely any attempt is entireiy a failure j scarcely any theory, the result of steady thought, is altogether false; no tempting form of error is without some latent charm derived from truth.