The Vanishing Man eBook

R Austin Freeman
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 280 pages of information about The Vanishing Man.

“The house in the garden of which the well is situated was the property of the murdered man, and was occupied at the time of the disappearance by his brother, Mr. Godfrey Bellingham.  But the latter left it very soon after, and it has been empty ever since.  Just lately it has been put in repair, and it was in this way that the well came to be emptied and cleaned out.  It seems that Detective-Inspector Badger, who was searching the neighbourhood for further remains, heard of the emptying of the well and went down in the bucket to examine the bottom, where he found the three bones and the ring.

“Thus the identity of the body is established beyond all doubt, and the question that remains is, Who killed John Bellingham?  It may be remembered that a trinket, apparently broken from his watch-chain, was found in the grounds of this house on the day that he disappeared, and that he was never again seen alive.  What may be the import of these facts time will show.”

That was all; but it was enough.  I dropped the paper to the ground and glanced round furtively at Jervis, who sat gazing gloomily at the toes of his boots.  It was horrible; It was incredible!  The blow was so crushing that it left my faculties numb, and for a while I seemed unable even to think intelligibly.

I was aroused by Thorndyke’s voice—­calm, business-like, composed: 

“Time will show, indeed!  But meanwhile we must go warily.  And don’t be unduly alarmed, Berkeley.  Go home, take a good dose of bromide with a little stimulant, and turn in.  I am afraid this has been rather a shock to you.”

I rose from my chair like one in a dream and held out my hand to Thorndyke; and even in the dim light and in my dazed condition I noticed that his face bore a look that I had never seen before:  the look of a granite mask of Fate—­grim, stern, inexorable.

My two friends walked with me as far as the gateway at the top of Inner Temple Lane, and as we reached the entry a stranger, coming quickly up the Lane, overtook and passed us.  In the glare of the lamp outside the porter’s lodge he looked at us quickly over his shoulder, and though he passed on without halt or greeting, I recognised him with a certain dull surprise which I did not understand then and do not understand now.  It was Mr. Jellicoe.

I shook hands once more with my friends and strode out into Fleet Street, but as soon as I was outside the gate I made direct for Nevill’s Court.  What was in my mind I do not know; only that some instinct of protection led me there, where my lady lay unconscious of the hideous menace that hung over her.  At the entrance to the court a tall, powerful man was lounging against the wall, and he seemed to look at me curiously as I passed; but I hardly noticed him and strode forward into the narrow passage.  By the shabby gateway of the house I halted and looked up at such of the windows as I could see over the wall.  They were all dark.  All the inmates,

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