Her Faithful Knight — page 320: what you’re looking at

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316 - Tracked Down. entering the garden, the witness had looked in at the window, where he had seen, not his wife, but Phyllis alone in the room, holding in her hands the registered letter. Recognizing him, Phyllis had started up and ap- proached the window, and he had then, so Darcy said, retired from the vicinity of the house, and had been met by his wife, who, apparently not seeing him, had hurried past him on her way home. Being exceedingly anxious to see her, he had remained in the neighborhood, and about an hour later had seen Cresswell go out weeping, and return shortly in company with Dr. Wentworth. On calling on the latter gentleman he learned to his great surprise and horror that his wife, whom he had seen alive and well only two hours before, was dead. Tears stood in Darcy’s eyes, and his voice was broken with emotion as he made these statements. He went on to admit that his suspicions as to foul play were at once aroused, and that, being convinced that his late wife did not suffer from heart disease, and having discovered that the will was a forgery, he had himself applied to have the body exhumed on an order from the Home Secretary. Following this startling evidence came the bonne - bouche of his own discovering—the testimony of Emma Amelia Victoria Huddleston, daughter to a laundress in the North End road. Stupid as she looked, this young woman’s memory never failed her in a single particular, and her evidence was given with unhesitating clearness. Cresswell had fetched her to do a “bit of writing.” <A lady in the darkened sitting-room at Lockhart Cottages had shown her a folded paper, which she called a “list of furniture,” and had asked her and Cresswell to witness her signature. She had thereupon written the name “Dorothea Derrick,” at which Cresswell had seemed sur- prised, and had uttered a whispered remonstrance. The COMME IOOL<S (€@)