The Old Man in the Corner eBook

Baroness Emma Orczy
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 258 pages of information about The Old Man in the Corner.

The Old Man in the Corner eBook

Baroness Emma Orczy
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 258 pages of information about The Old Man in the Corner.

“As Sir Arthur Inglewood had said, this could be easily proved, and the prisoner, at his Honour’s request, scribbled a few lines, together with his signature, several times upon a sheet of note-paper.  It was easy to read upon the magistrate’s astounded countenance, that there was not the slightest similarity in the two handwritings.

“A fresh mystery had cropped up.  Who, then, had made the assignation with William Kershaw at Fenchurch Street railway station?  The prisoner gave a fairly satisfactory account of the employment of his time since his landing in England.

“‘I came over on the Tsarskoe Selo,’ he said, ’a yacht belonging to a friend of mine.  When we arrived at the mouth of the Thames there was such a dense fog that it was twenty-four hours before it was thought safe for me to land.  My friend, who is a Russian, would not land at all; he was regularly frightened at this land of fogs.  He was going on to Madeira immediately.

“’I actually landed on Tuesday, the 10th, and took a train at once for town.  I did see to my luggage and a cab, as the porter and driver told your Honour; then I tried to find my way to a refreshment-room, where I could get a glass of wine.  I drifted into the waiting-room, and there I was accosted by a shabbily dressed individual, who began telling me a piteous tale.  Who he was I do not know.  He said he was an old soldier who had served his country faithfully, and then been left to starve.  He begged of me to accompany him to his lodgings, where I could see his wife and starving children, and verify the truth and piteousness of his tale.

“‘Well, your Honour,’ added the prisoner with noble frankness, ’it was my first day in the old country.  I had come back after thirty years with my pockets full of gold, and this was the first sad tale I had heard; but I am a business man, and did not want to be exactly “done” in the eye.  I followed my man through the fog, out into the streets.  He walked silently by my side for a time.  I had not a notion where I was.

“’Suddenly I turned to him with some question, and realized in a moment that my gentleman had given me the slip.  Finding, probably, that I would not part with my money till I had seen the starving wife and children, he left me to my fate, and went in search of more willing bait.

“’The place where I found myself was dismal and deserted.  I could see no trace of cab or omnibus.  I retraced my steps and tried to find my way back to the station, only to find myself in worse and more deserted neighbourhoods.  I became hopelessly lost and fogged.  I don’t wonder that two and a half hours elapsed while I thus wandered on in the dark and deserted streets; my sole astonishment is that I ever found the station at all that night, or rather close to it a policeman, who showed me the way.’

“‘But how do you account for Kershaw knowing all your movements?’ still persisted his Honour, ’and his knowing the exact date of your arrival in England?  How do you account for these two letters, in fact?’

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