by Anne Austin
Meanwhile, he must make good his position in C—. He did it in the way we know. Satisfied that the only danger he need fear was the discovery of the fraud practised in New Mexico, he had confidence enough in Sears, even in his present disabled state, to take his time and make himself solid with the people of C—while waiting for the ice to disappear from the harbor. This accomplished and cruising made possible, he took a flying trip to New York to secure such papers and valuables as he wished to carry out of the country with him. They were in safe deposit, but that safe deposit was in his strong room in the center of his house in Eighty-sixth Street (a room which you will remember in connection with Sweetwater’s adventure). To enter his own door with his own latch-key, in the security and darkness of a stormy night, seemed to this self-confident man a matter of no great risk. Nor did he find it so. He reached his strong room, procured his securities and was leaving the house, without having suffered an alarm, when some instinct of self-preservation suggested to him the advisability of arming himself with a pistol. His own was in Maine, but he remembered where Sears kept his; he had seen it often enough in that old trunk he had brought with him from the Sierras. He accordingly went up stairs to the steward’s room, found the pistol and became from that instant invincible. But in restoring the articles he had pulled out he came across a photograph of his wife and lost himself over it and went mad, as we have heard the detective tell. That later, he should succeed in trapping this detective and should leave the house without a qualm as to his fate shows what sort of man he was in moments of extreme danger. I doubt, from what I have heard of him since, if he ever gave two thoughts to the man after he had sprung the double lock on him; which, considering his extreme ignorance of who his victim was or what relation he bore to his own fate, was certainly remarkable.
Back again in C—, he made his final preparations for departure. He had already communicated with the captain of the launch, who may or may not have known his passenger’s real name. He says that he supposed him to be some agent of Mr. Fairbrother’s; that among the first orders he received from that gentleman was one to the effect that he was to follow the instructions of one Wellgood as if they came from himself; that he had done so, and not till he had Mr. Fairbrother on board had he known whom he was expected to carry into other waters. However, there are many who do not believe the captain. Fairbrother had a genius for rousing devotion in the men who worked for him, and probably this man was another Sears.
To leave speculation, all was in train, then, and freedom but a quarter of a mile away, when the boat he was in was stopped by another and he heard Mr. Grey’s voice demanding the jewel.
The shock was severe and he had need of all the nerve which had hitherto made his career so prosperous, to sustain the encounter with the calmness which alone could carry off the situation. Declaring that the diamond was in New York, he promised to restore it if the other would make the sacrifice worth while by continuing to preserve his hitherto admirable silence concerning him: Mr. Grey responded by granting him just twenty-four hours; and when Fairbrother said the time was not long enough and allowed his hand to steal ominously to his breast, he repeated still more decisively, “Twenty-four hours.”
The ex-miner honored bravery. Withdrawing his hand from his breast, he brought out a notebook instead of a pistol and, in a tone fully as determined, replied: “The diamond is in a place inaccessible to any one but myself. If you will put your name to a promise not to betray me for the thirty-six hours I ask, I will sign one to restore you the diamond before one-thirty o’clock on Friday.”
“I will,” said Mr. Grey.
So the promises were written and duly exchanged. Mr. Grey returned to New York and Fairbrother boarded his launch.
The diamond really was in New York, and to him it seemed more politic to use it as a means of securing Mr. Grey’s permanent silence than to fly the country, leaving a man behind him who knew his secret and could precipitate his doom with a word. He would, therefore, go to New York, play his last great card and, if he lost, be no worse off than he was now. He did not mean to lose.
But he had not calculated on any inherent weakness in himself,—had not calculated on Providence. A dish tumbled and with it fell into chaos the fair structure of his dreams. With the cry of “Grizel! Grizel!” he gave up his secret, his hopes and his life. There was no retrieval possible after that. The star of Abner Fairbrother had set.
Mr. Grey and his daughter learned very soon of my relations to Mr. Durand, but through the precautions of the inspector and my own powers of self-control, no suspicion has ever crossed their minds of the part I once played in the matter of the stiletto.
This was amply proved by the invitation Mr. Durand and I have just received to spend our honeymoon at Darlington Manor.
END –Many thanks to Anne Katharine Green for this mystery!
Table of Contents
Cozy Mystery One: The Mysterious Bag - A Kristen Carter Mystery!
Cozy Mystery Two: Murder at Bridge
Cozy Mystery Three: The Mill Mystery
Cozy Mystery Four: The Woman in the Alcove
Murder At Bridge Chapter One
Murder At Bridge Chapter Two
Murder At Bridge Chapter Three
Murder At Bridge Chapter Four
Murder At Bridge Chapter Five
Murder At Bridge Chapter Six
Murder At Bridge Chapter Seven
Murder At Bridge Chapter Eight
Murder At Bridge Chapter Nine
Murder At Bridge Chapter Ten
Murder At Bridge Chapter Eleven
Murder At Bridge Chapter Twelve
Murder At Bridge Chapter Thirteen
Murder At Bridge Chapter Fourteen
Murder At Bridge Chapter Fifteen
Murder At Bridge Chapter Sixteen
Murder At Bridge Chapter Seventeen
Murder At Bridge Chapter Eighteen
Murder At Bridge Chapter Nineteen
Murder At Bridge Chapter Twenty
Murder At Bridge Chapter Twenty-One
Murder At Bridge Chapter Twenty-Two
Murder At Bridge Chapter Twenty-Three
Murder At Bridge Chapter Twenty-Four
Murder At Bridge Chapter Twenty-Five
Murder At Bridge Chapter Twenty-Six
Murder At Bridge Chapter Twenty-Seven
Murder At Bridge Chapter Twenty-Eight
Murder At Bridge Chapter Twenty-Nine
The Mill Mystery Chapter I
The Mill Mystery Chapter II
The Mill Mystery Chapter III
The Mill Mystery Chapter IV
The Mill Mystery Chapter V
The Mill Mystery Chapter VI
The Mill Mystery Chapter VII
The Mill Mystery Chapter VIII
The Mill Mystery Chapter IX
The Mill Mystery Chapter X
The Mill Mystery Chapter XI
The Mill Mystery Chapter XII
The Mill Mystery Chapter XIII
The Mill Mystery Chapter XIV
The Mill Mystery Chapter XV
The Mill Mystery Chapter XVI
The Mill Mystery Chapter XVII