Her Faithful Knight — page 346: what you’re looking at

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342 And Last. and he expected somebody to supper who didn’t come, and he’s been called names to-day in public, and his wife won't live with him, so that they may well think he blew his wicked brains out. But in case they don’t, as nobody knows I’ve come over, I shall slip back to New York by the next boat. I'd like to have spoken to Dolly again, but it’s better not. She mightn’t like my having had to kill him, and some women will make themselves miserable for years over a trifle like that.” Without another glance in Darcy’s direction, he let himself softly out. Fortune favored him. He slipped down the stone stairs noiselessly as he had come, and, driving off to his hotel, he speedily packed his hand-bag, paid his bill, and entered the next train for Liverpool. A week later in New York he read the cabled account of the discovery of the body of the Hon. Darcy Derrick by his valet on the Sunday afternoon after the trial, and the verdict of “suicide while of unsound mind” returned at the inquest. “So that’s safe!” he said, drawing a long breath. “And now I can write to the pretty girl!” ’ Some days later Rosa Read received a letter with no address and an American postmark. “Dear Miss Rosa,” it began. “Can you keep a secret? If you breathe a word in this letter to any one, and if you don’t burn it at once, you will bring a great deal of trouble upon everybody, and worse than trouble upon me. You told me at the inquiry you wanted Darcy Der- rick to be flogged and killed. Well, he was flogged, and he is—dead. So you see some one had a mind to please you and satisfy his sense of justice at the same time. I hope Dorothy will marry your big cousin, and, perhaps, if you are a good girl and keep single, I will some day come over and marry you. SHOLTO KNIGHT.” ComicooolkkS .c©