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This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 177 pages of information about The Red House Mystery.

“I had Mark’s clothes on my hands.  I might have left them in the passage, but the secret of the passage was now out.  Miss Norris knew it.  That was the weak point of my plan, perhaps, that Miss Norris had to know it.  So I hid them in the pond, the Inspector having obligingly dragged it for me first.  A couple of keys joined them, but I kept the revolver.  Fortunate, wasn’t it, Mr. Gillingham?

“I don’t think that there is any more to tell you.  This is a long letter, but then it is the last which I shall write.  There was a time when I hoped that there might be a happy future for me, not at the Red House, not alone.  Perhaps it was never more than an idle day-dream, for I am no more worthy of her than Mark was.  But I could have made her happy, Mr. Gillingham.  God, how I would have worked to make her happy!  But now that is impossible.  To offer her the hand of a murderer would be as bad as to offer her the hand of a drunkard.  And Mark died for that.  I saw her this morning.  She was very sweet.  It is a difficult world to understand.

“Well, well, we are all gone now—­the Abletts and the Cayleys.  I wonder what old Grandfather Cayley thinks of it all.  Perhaps it is as well that we have died out.  Not that there was anything wrong with Sarah—­except her temper.  And she had the Ablett nose—­you can’t do much with that.  I’m glad she left no children.

“Good-bye, Mr. Gillingham.  I’m sorry that your stay with us was not of a pleasanter nature, but you understand the difficulties in which I was placed.  Don’t let Bill think too badly of me.  He is a good fellow; look after him.  He will he surprised.  The young are always surprised.  And thank you for letting me end my own way.  I expect you did sympathize a little, you know.  We might have been friends in another world—­you and I, and I and she.  Tell her what you like.  Everything or nothing.  You will know what is best.  Good-bye, Mr. Gillingham.

MatthewCayley.

“I am lonely to-night without Mark.  That’s funny, isn’t it?”

CHAPTER XXII

Mr. Beverley Moves On

“Good Lord!” said Bill, as he put down the letter.

“I thought you’d say that,” murmured Antony.

“Tony, do you mean to say that you knew all this?”

“I guessed some of it.  I didn’t quite know all of it, of course.”

“Good Lord!” said Bill again, and returned to the letter.  In a moment he was looking up again.  “What did you write to him?  Was that last night?  After I’d gone into Stanton?”

“Yes.”

“What did you say?  That you’d discovered that Mark was Robert?”

“Yes.  At least I said that this morning I should probably telegraph to Mr. Cartwright of Wimpole Street, and ask him to—­”

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