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"Miriam Challoner is ill, much too ill to see any one. She gave orders----"
"Excuse me, but Mrs. Challoner is not too ill," persisted Murgatroyd, "to walk from room to room. My men have seen her through the windows. I wish you would say to her, please, that I must see her."
Seeing the futility of resisting further, s.h.i.+rley made a movement to go.
"Oh, I can't tell her!" she cried. "I'll ring for Stevens." She rang.
"Stevens," she said, as he came into the room, "will you tell your mistress--Oh, I can't--I can't," she faltered.
Murgatroyd stepped into the breach.
"I am the prosecutor of the pleas," he said to Stevens, "tell her that, and that I'm sorry to disturb her, but I must see her."
The servant left the room. s.h.i.+rley sank into a chair and half covered her face with her hands.
"I don't believe--I never will believe that Lawrence did these things!"
There was a pause. After a moment Murgatroyd remarked half aloud:--
"There is but one way to reform a man like that----"
The prosecutor did not finish, for standing in the doorway was Miriam Challoner, pale as a ghost, a look of interrogation in her eyes. s.h.i.+rley ran quickly to her.
"Miriam, dear, I didn't send for you!" she cried, placing an arm around her. "It was Mr. Murgatroyd...."
Mrs. Challoner bowed and smiled faintly.
"I believe I have met Mr. Murgatroyd before," she said with a grace peculiarly her own.
Murgatroyd returned her greeting with:--
"I need not a.s.sure you, Mrs. Challoner, that this is a very painful duty."
Mrs. Challoner moistened her lips and held herself together with great effort.
"Please don't apologise," she said gently, "I understand. It may be easier for me to have some one whom I've met."
Murgatroyd bowed; and placing a chair for Mrs. Challoner, begged her to be seated.
"If you don't mind, Miriam," spoke up s.h.i.+rley, "I'll leave you now, but if you need me--call me."
Miriam clutched the girl by the shoulder, and cried excitedly:--
"No, s.h.i.+rley, stay where you are--I want you here with me!"
Murgatroyd placed a chair for the girl beside that of Mrs. Challoner; he took a seat opposite.
"Mrs. Challoner," he began in a voice that was even more gentle than at any time before, "believe me that I've no desire to give you trouble unnecessarily."
"Please don't apologise," Mrs. Challoner repeated holding fast to s.h.i.+rley, as though she pinned her faith to that young woman.
"I shall begin at the beginning, Mrs. Challoner," he said. "I suppose, of course, that you have had the report that your husband has been found in Chicago?"
"What! Found?" To the great surprise of the prosecutor no emotions other than joy and relief were visible on the woman's face.
"Laurie has been found!" she went on. "Thank heaven! I'm so glad--now he must come back home."
"I had thought," said the prosecutor, in even, business-like tones, "that the news of his arrest would--would have been an unpleasant shock to you ... I find that the shock is yet to come."
Quick as a flash Miriam Challoner read the truth in the man's face.
"You don't mean--you can't mean that----"
Murgatroyd bowed.
"I have already told Miss Bloodgood that the report was a mistake. Your husband was not arrested in Chicago."
At that Mrs. Challoner really broke down. She sobbed silently on the shoulder of the girl beside her. "Oh, Laurie, Laurie, then you're not coming home!" she cried. "Most three weeks, s.h.i.+rley, he's been away!"
Murgatroyd waited patiently until she had recovered, never once forgetting that he was the servant of the people. His was a double duty.
He must apprehend the guilty, and so do it as to save the community great expense. Of late murders had been expensive luxuries. Murgatroyd knew that in this case he would be hampered by lack of funds.
"Mrs. Challoner," he said with simple directness, "the whole substance of the matter is this: I believe--we believe that Mr. Challoner has not left the East, and that he may still be here in town--in this house even." He had reseated himself, but suddenly rose again.
"In this house!" Miriam returned with a faint smile. "I wish he were, indeed I do wish he were----"
"Mrs. Challoner," the prosecutor went on, ignoring her words, "it is necessary that my men, now while I am here, while you are here, should search these premises--this house----"
s.h.i.+rley Bloodgood shook herself from the grasp of Miriam; she stood erect, her slender form tense.
"This is an imposition; it is preposterous, Mr. Murgatroyd, that you should doubt her word!"
Murgatroyd was unmoved.
"It is necessary for my men to search this house," he repeated; and not unwisely, for he well knew that there is something that brings men--good, bad and indifferent men--back to their homes.
But s.h.i.+rley was adamant.
"No, I won't allow it!" she exclaimed indignantly.
Mrs. Challoner placed a restraining hand on the girl, for Miriam Challoner once more held a strong grip upon herself.
"Search the house if you wish, Mr. Murgatroyd," she consented; "if you find my husband, no one will be more pleased than I."
Murgatroyd left the room and returned almost instantly followed by two men--Mixley and McGrath. It was one of these men a short while before who had stolen in through the French window and tampered with the letters on the desk.
"You will search here first," he ordered; and turning to the women: "Would you prefer to go or stay?"
"We'll go, of course," s.h.i.+rley flung at him as she drew Miriam toward the door.