|Newspaper Title||Australian Town and Country Journal (Sydney, NSW : 1870 - 1907)|
|Trove Title||The Mystery of Phillip Bennion's Death|
. ... THE NOVELIST.
The Mystery ot Philip
(.By Richard Marsh.)
Author of "The Crime and the Criminal," "Mrs.
Musgrave's Husband," etc., etc.
I turned to a number ot bronzes which wer« crowded together on a table which stood agains the Wall-very fine pieces some of them were. . could sec that they had not been touched foi some time, for they were covered with dust. ] picked them up, one after the other-rather gin gerly, because of the dust-and examined them. 1 turned one piece, a curiously-shaped, convoluted vase, upside down, for the purpose of seeing what mark might be underneath. As I did so some thing rattled in its interior. I shook the vase. Something . tumbled out on to the table. It was a key of somewhat singular construction, apparently, made of some sort of composition; it looked like gold. It was, possibly, six inches in length. Long and slender in the barrel, the handle was beautifully wrought and finished in a very complicated design. The wards were very intricate, and if they exactly fitted the lock ^o which they were designed, which one could scarce ly doubt, then I should say that that would have been an exceedingly difficult lock to pick. The key, which was unmistakably of foreign workman ship, presented, in its integrity, an excellent sam ple of the locksmith's art.
I picked it up.
"What's this?" I said.
Mr. Clinton came towards me. "Hallo! A key!"
"Is it the lost key of the cabinet?"
"By Jove! It might be. It looks just like the sort of a key a thing like that would have. Where
did you find it?"
"It fell out of this vase."
"Fancy if old Ben put "it there and forgot all about it. It's just the sort of thing he would have done, and you can see the vase hasn't been touched for months. I've had nothing touched since I've been here. Give it to me; I'll see if it fits. If it does you can have the cabinet and
I handed him the key. He inserted it in the lick of the cabinet. It went in easily. He com
mented on the fact.
"George! I believe it is the key. It fits like a glove. Let's see if it will turn."
He was, as I suppose, just about to turn.the key when he gave a sort of choking cry, staggered backwards, stood for a moment reeling to and fro, as if in some kind of convulsion, and then fell
beavilv to the floor.