Recalled to Life eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 211 pages of information about Recalled to Life.

Recalled to Life eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 211 pages of information about Recalled to Life.

“I’m sorry to have to trouble you, Miss Callingham,” he said, with a very gentle smile; “but I daresay you can understand yourself the object of my visit.  I could have wished to come in a more authorised way; but I’ve been in correspondence with Miss Moore for some time past as to the desirability of reopening the inquiry with regard to your father’s unfortunate death; and I thought the time might now have arrived when it would be possible to put a few questions to you personally upon that unhappy subject.  Miss Moore objected to my plan.  She thought it would still perhaps be prejudicial to your health—­a point in which Dr. Wade, I must say, entirely agrees with her.  Nevertheless, in the interests of Justice, as the murderer is still at large, I’ve ventured to ask you for this interview; because what I read in the newspapers about the state of your health—.”

I interrupted him, astonished.

“What you read in the newspapers about the state of my health!” I repeated, thunderstruck.  “Why, surely they don’t put the state of my health in the newspapers!”

For I didn’t know then I was a Psychological Phenomenon.

The Inspector smiled blandly, and pulling out his pocket-book, selected a cutting from a pile that apparently all referred to me.

“You’re mistaken,” he said, briefly.  “The newspapers, on the contrary, have treated your case at great length.  See, here’s the latest report.  That’s clipped from last Wednesday’s Telegraph.”

I remembered then that a paragraph of just that size had been carefully cut out of Wednesday’s paper before I was allowed by Aunt Emma to read it.  Aunt Emma always glanced over the paper first, indeed, and often cut out such offending paragraphs.  But I never attached much importance to their absence before, because I thought it was merely a little fussy result of auntie’s good old English sense of maidenly modesty.  I supposed she merely meant to spare my blushes.  I knew girls were often prevented on particular days from reading the papers.

But now I seized the paragraph he handed me, and read it with deep interest.  It was the very first time I had seen my own name in a printed newspaper.  I didn’t know then how often it had figured there.

The paragraph was headed, “The Woodbury murder,” and it ran something like this, as well as I can remember it: 

“There are still hopes that the miscreant who shot Mr. Vivian Callingham at The Grange, at Woodbury, some four years since, may be tracked down and punished at last for his cowardly crime.  It will be fresh in everyone’s memory, as one of the most romantic episodes in that extraordinary tragedy, that at the precise moment of her father’s death, Miss Callingham, who was present in the room during the attack, and who alone might have been a witness capable of recognising or describing the wretched assailant, lost her reason on the spot, owing to the appalling shock to her nervous

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