WANTED, A CLUE.

Otago Witness, Issue 1840, 25 February 1887, Page 30

WANTED, A CLUE.

In Two Chapters.— Chapter II

Another week passed by, Edith growing more and more prostrate each day, and I was very anxious to hear from Dr Archer. At last arrived a letter, in a hand disguised as a lady's on girlish light-blue note-paper, with " Helen " stamped on it. These pre. cautions would have made me smile, had I not known how necessary they were. All the letters which entered the house had first to undergo Mrs Morrell's scrutiny. " I am utterly baffled," he wrote, in a very shaky hand. " The expeiiment from which I hoped so much has turned out an utter failure. All the substances submitted to me have been subjected to the most minute and delicate tests known to science, without discovering in any one of them the slightest trace of arsenic or any other poison. I am in despair. I know that somehow my darling's life is being undermined by poison, and yet I cannot trace it. lam powerless to interfere. I have nothing but suspicion to go upon, and dare not apply for a magistrate's warrant. My only hope is in you, Miss Armitage 1 " I knew I was but a slender reed to trust to ; and I went up-stairs to the sickroom, feeling miserable to the last degree. Mrs Morrell was seated by the bedside. Edith looked paler and thinner than ever. She moaned out, when she saw me, that she was "so thirsty," and had hardly been supplied with a cooling draught when the racking cramps from which she had lately suffered so terribly came on, and she writhed in every limb. I wiped the cold dews from her forehead, afraid at the moment that she was dying, the attack was so terribly severe, and seemed to exhaust her so much. By-and-bye she fell into a doze, and Mrs Morrell went out of the room, Feeling perfectly desperate, I commenced a thorough search through the apartment for anything suspicious, without finding the smallest thing which could serve as a clue. Probably I aroused the invalid, for, in returning to the bedside, I found her staring at me with the fixed gaze of a sick person. " Edith, dear, tell me, have you ever seen Mrs Morrell— or anybody— put any powder or liquid into your medicine or your food '! Have you ever noticed that it had a disagreeable taste, or a sediment at the bottom ? " " No, never," she answered, with evident surprise. Her brain was clear enough between the paroxysms, " Never, Alice." Just then a tap sounded at the door, and purblind old Dr Stevens came tottering in, nearly upsetting a small table, and seeming scarcely able to hold his patient's wrist firm in his shaky old fingers. I watched him with the maddening feeling that if ever two unscrupulous poisoners had the very medical man most desirable in their case, it was these two. Mrs Morrell came into the room, as usual during his visits, and followed him down-stairs. I waylaid her later on in the day, and asked her what Dr Stevens had said. She replied that unfortunately their darling was very ill, but while there was life there was hope. Then, summoning all my nerve, I boldly asked that I might be allowed to sit up with Edith that night. She looked rather astonished, then, thanking me warmly for my " kind offer," declined on the plea of not robbing me of ray rest. I replied that it was not fair that she should have all the nightnursing ; but all I got was a very decided " No. I went away convinced that the danger, whatever it was, was reserved for the night. '• When the invalid was left alone with her traitorous nurse, in some form the poison was administered. "Does Mrs Morrell sit beside you all night ? " I asked Edith next time we w«r» alone. "Oh no. She would, if I wanted her ; bub I don't like it. It fidgets me to see her. Besides, I generally sleep pretty well the firbt part of the night. She puts on her dressing-gown and lies on the • bed in the next room, ready to come if I call her." The mystery only seemed to grow the more inscrutable the further I pursued it. 1 went thoughtfully to my room, in search of a book I was reading aloud to Edith, promising to return immediately. As I stooped to lift the volume from a low shelf, the one ring I wore, which had always been a great deal too large for me, slipped from ray finger and rolled away across the floor, to disappear underneath the hangings of my large, oldfashioned bedstead. Much annoyed, and anxious to recover it, for it was priceless to me as my dear mother's engagement ring, I went down on my hands and knees and tried to find it, but in vain. The darkness under the massive draperies was complete, and I could see nothing in the shadow. I looked round for a light. But there was no gas at the Hall, and my candlestick was carried down -stairs every morning by the housemaid, to reappear no more until late in the evening, on the slab in the hall. I scarcely liked to riug for it, for my position disposed me to trouble the servants as little as possible. All at once I recollected that the candlesticks were never taken out of Edith's room, and that I could borrow one of hers. I did so, and lighted it, and, setting it on the floor, I soon found my ring. "How badly that candle burns, to be sure ! " I remarked to myself as I rose to my feet. " The wax cannot be good." The light was anything but pure, being of a peculiar reddish colour ; and the flame sputtered so much that more than once I thought it was going out. At the same time it gave off a fine white smoke. I stood watching the sputtering flame for some miautes, much. puzzled, until I remembered that the invalid wad alone all this time. So I carried the candle, still burning, back to her room. To explain my delay, I pointed out what I had noticed, saying that I thought the servants must have substituted some inferior articles of their own for good wax candles, either from carelessness or dishonesty. "The servants never meddle with my ; candlesticks," said Edith languidly. " They I are not sent down i/o the kitchen ; but when j wajit tefifliDg-j Uxa Mb'nfe'll puts fresh

ones in here. She keeps them in that cupboard ; look, and you'll see." " I opened the cupboard for the first time — for I had never had occasion to go to' it before— and there, sure enough, were three or four wooden boxes which proved to be full of wax candles; thirty pounds weight at least. Before I closed the door again, Mrs Morrell entered the room. I fancied that her face changed and she turned pale as she saw me standing by the cupboard ; bub if so, she quickly recovered, and when I made some remark about there being a large stock of candles, composedly answered : " Yes ; she found it best to keep plenty ready at hand, so as not to have to disturb dear Edith by leaving the room to search for lights in the middle of the night." ' I made no further remark, as something warned me it was better to say no more ; so I opened my book and began to read. The next morning, as I was on my way to the invalid's room about 11 o'clock, I became aware of high voices in the hall, and came upon Mrs Morrell and the housQmaid Jane engaged in altercation. Jane, who was generally a civil and obliging girl, was flushed with anger, whilst her mistress was paler than usual. I "Very well, then, ma'am, I'll go sorne- | where else, where I shan't be .called to ! account for every paltry bit of candle," said the housemaid as I approached. - " You know perfectly well tha ( t it is not the candle I care about, but the disobedience to my express orders, Jane. A month to-day you leave my service." ' " I'll go to-day, ma'am ; I don't; care if I do lose a month's wages," returned the girl independently. " Very well. You need never refer to me for a character," said Mrs Morrell, biting her lips, as she followed me to Edith's room. She said nothing to me in explanation, beyond merely stating that Jane had been very impertinent. I found Edith in a terribly prostrate condition, and I could see that Dr Stevens, when he came, had very little hope. I watched Mrs Morrell as she hung over the invalid, and wondered whether I ought not to believe that she was the most tender, loving, and devoted of nurses ; for I really almost thought that Dr Archer might, be mistaken after all, and that her guardians were as anxious for her recovery as I was. She herself evidently realised her danger, for she asked to have the Bible read to her, and would insist upon pressiug a valuable diamond ring upon me as a keepsake. My gentle little friend had so won my heart by her unvarying sweetness, that I could not restrain my tears, and retreated to my own room, where I could give free vent to my feelings. B}'-and-bye, a knock came at my door, and opening it, I confronted Jane in hat and jacket, ready for departure. "You've always treated me well, miss, and I thought before I go I'd like to tell you why I'm turned out like a thief, without a character, after being here three years ! " began the girl in honest indignation. " Mrs Morrell's sure to take care you hear her story ; so, if you please, you shall have mine first ! " . " But I would rather not. Youknow> l am not my own mistress here. Mrs Morrell might not like " " Oh, but, please, miss, do listen. It's' all on account of the candlesticks in Miss Edith's room. You know, miss, Mrs Morrell never lets us servants touch them-— they never go down to the kitchen. But this morning, when I went in at eight to see to the fire, I noticed that one candle had been guttering awfully, aud the wax had run down over the tides, and made such a mess as you never saw 1 Mrs Morrell wasn't there, and Miss Edith was asleep ; so I took the candlestick down with me to clean it, meaning no harm. But I had the breakfast to get ready; and to tell you the truth, Miss Araitage, I forgot about it. By-and-bye Mrs Morrell came down-stairs, looking reg'lar pale, and wanting to know who took one of the candlesticks away out of Miss Edith's room. I said 1 had. Then Mrs Morrell went on at me awful, and wanted to know how I dared do such a thing; and I was to bring it back at once. Sarah had washed it ; but when we ! came to look for the piece of candle that was in it, nowhere could we find it. I suspect Sarah threw it into the fire. I told Mrs Morrell it was only a little piece, not so long as my finger. But if you'll believe me, Miss Armitage, she made as much fuss over losing that paltry bit .of candle-end as some i folks would over a diamond necklace. I ■ really didn't think missis was so mean. I suppose my temper got up, and when she said 1 was impertinent and should leave, I told her I'd go to-day." " I fear you have been foolish and hasty, Jane," I said reprovingly. But she went on : " The queerest thing of all, Miss Armitage, is, that when Mrs Morrell first came into the kitchen she was as white as a sheet. I should have said she was frightened— only it seems ridiculous that any lady could ever be afraid of losing a candle-end 1 I can't make it out at all, miss. She always is so mortally stingy with those candles of Miss Edith's. Do you know, isthere anything about them, miss, that makes them more valuable than other candles ? " " Not that I am aware of." "Well, really, do you know, miss, I've sometimes thought there must be something odd about them," said Jane, turning to go. " I know, for one thing, they're not bought with the rest from the grocer at Beecham, but come all the way from London ; so perhaps that's why Mrs Morrell sets such store by them. And now, miss, I'll say good-bye." I gave the honest girl a little silk handkerchief as a parting gift, and sat down to ruminate on what I had just heard. A drowning man clutches at a straw ; and in my terrible distress of mind I was ready to clutch at any theorj-, however absurd, for solviug the mystery of Edith's illness. Jane's casual remark about there £>eing something queer about the candles so lavishly burned in the sickroom, had set me thinking whether after all there might not be something deleterious in them intended to act injuriously upon tho invalid. It was certain they burned very, badly, as s if .there were some foreign {ju'bSfoiAJe itfc&poratecT with -"tlieol.

On the other hand; I had never, in my wildest dreams, imagined that there could be sueh 1 things as, poisonous, candles. I had never heard of them before. The theory seemed to me at best a very wild one ; but Edith's life was at stake, and I was bound to do my very uttermost to' aid her. Mrs Morrell's conduct about the candles seemed " odd and suspicious all through. The jealous watch she kept over them ; her dread of losing them ; her -unwillingness to let nic "be in lidith's room by candle-light — surely all these extraordinary precautions meant something. Feeling perfectly desperate, I went back to^the sickroom. Edith was lying back on her- -pillows in utter exhaustion, and Mrs Morrell was softly reading a chapter of St. John's Gospel.' _* Seeing no other way' out of the difficulty, I said boldly : " Mrs-- Morrell, if you will go down-stairs into the • dining-room, -I think Mr Foster, wants to speak to, you." It was an untruth, but I could not afford to be too scrupulous. Mrs Morrell disappeared. I sprang to the cupboard, and took two candles out of a" box, and at once went to hide them in my room. When the widow came back, saying she. could not find her brother anywhere-^-I had seen him leave the house some time before — I apologised, and professed to, have misunderstood the nies-, sage. She resumed her reading, whilst I slipped out ; of the room and hastily put on my outdoor garments. I knew that in going out without leave at such a moment 1 risked losing my situation, but I did not care ; I was in no mood to stand upon etiquette. , ' . I made my way ,to the village, to the cottage of a trustworthy man who was sometimes employed to do orld jobs, about the Hall. He readily promised to take my sraall parcel to Dr Archer at once. Had the distance not been three miles, I should have taken it myself. . . .7 I heard nobbing from Dr Archer during^ the whole of the next day ; and in a perfect torment of ddubt and appreh'ension'l waited and waited, too agitated to eat or sleep, seeing Edith grow worse every hour, and fearing that after all she would die before the mystery of her illness could be solved, She was in a state of prostration fearful to witness. ' Restless and miserable, I sat in the sickroom or wandered about the house, and had the further trial of seeing that my behaviour had at* last aroused suspicion in my employers' minds, and that a quiet surveillance was kept upon my movements. Although I had made no appointment, and scarcely expected to' meet Dr Archer, I endeavoured to be in the afternoon in the fir plantation which had already been the scene of several .interviews; but Mr Foster so decidedly intimated his intention of accompanying me if I toqk a walk .that I abandoned the attempt. I detected under the mask of grief so cleverly assumed by both brother and sister a subdued eagerness and restlessness, attributable no doubt tp anxiety as to the success of their scheme. I felt that all was as good as lost when, on entering the sickroom on the second. morning, I found Edith pallid and almost lifeless, and j learned that Mrs Morrell, in real or pretended- ! 'alarm, had already sent off a messenger for j Dr Stevens. Sick at heart, I sat down by the bedside, and watched the invalid, who was too far gone to recognise, me, as she usually did. There came a tap at the • door, and " Please, ma'am, you're wanted," in the voice of one of the maids ; and the widow rose and noiselessly glided out of the room. My ears were quickened by, anxiety, and my curiosity was intense at hearing a short sharp scream, a scuffle, and the sound of an authoritative man's voice on the landing outside. Edith was too languid to notice anything ; and even when the door opened again and Dr Archer and an elderly gentleman entered the room, she never opened her eyes. "My darling ! Have the wretches brought you to this 1 " was the young doctor's quick exclamation ; and hurrying to the window, which Mrs Morrell had always religiously kept closed, he opened it, and a stream of chilly but life-giving air came rushing in. The other doctor, who was, I afterwards found, an eminent physician from London, bent over the patient, examining her pulse and administering restoratives. I glanced interrogatively at Dr Archer and murmuied one word. " Those candles .' Poisoned. Thoroughly impregnated with arsenic A very few nights more of breathing the poisoned air, and nothing could have saved her. I don't know how you came in hit upon the clue so cleverly, Miss Arniitage, but I shall bless your sagacity all my life long." " And Mrs Morrell ;md her brother 1 " . " Are safely in charge of ■ two policemen, and on their, way to the county gaof. I analysed those candles at once, and then applied for a magistrate's warrant, telegraphing to Dr Weston to meet me here. Two policemen in plain clothes were detailed for the arrest, and the affair was managed very quietly, so that even the servants do not know precisely what has .happened. Mr Foster was arrested in his study, and made no resistance, .although he assumed a high tone of injured -innocence. Do you know, Miss Armitage, where the rest- of.- the poisoned candles are kept 1 " In reply I, opened the door of the cupboard and pointed to the row of boxes. He and Dr Wescon then carefully locked and sealed up the door, until the state of the invalid should permit a fuller investigation of the apartment. Dr Archer then informed me that a nurse had been telegraphed for from the Nurses' Home at the county town, and that I need feel no apprehension lest Edith should suffer from the want of skilled attendance. Nurse Mary soon after arrived, and proved invaluable. All her care and skill, however, were needed to counteract the effects of tbe poison upon Edith's delicate frame. For days she hung between life and death. Her convalescence was long and tedious, but at length she' recovered sufficiently to leave Gorton Hall for the Isle of Wight, where the pure sea-breezes goon brought back the colour to her cheeks. : ' - Investigation proved.', that .the. candles supflar to tittle vrtiich" had " been burhett

nightly in the sickroom for over two months were highly deleterious. The wax, was pure^. but the wicks were impregnated by a strong . solution of arsenic. The. remainder were, analysed, and from them much, of the poisonous drug was extracted.. The closest research, however, failed to discover from whom they had been originally procured. Beyond the fact that the boxes came front London 'their origin remains a mystery to' this day. The plans of the conspirators had been so cleverly laid that it was almost impossible to bring their wrongdoing homo to them. , . . I wish I could say that both Edith's treacherous guardians received an exemplary punishment, but unfortunately punishment in this world does not always overtake the criminal. Mr Foster maintained the assertion, of his innocence to, the last; nor was there one tittle of evidence, direct or indirect, against him. Ably defended by 'a most skilful advocate, he escaped absolutely scot-free. Mrs Morrell maintained the same line of conduct, anxb' was merely 'sentenced to imprisonment for two "years. Dr Archer and I were aghast and bitterly disappointed at such an obvious failure of justice. But we had one small consolation — that Edith's fortune was secured to her, and that the scheming adventurers who had risked all tv •grasp her gold were not benefited, after all their trouble, by one farthing. The Thorndyke family interfered, and her affairs were placed in trustworthy hands until her, coming of- age. Her twenty -first birthday was also the day of her marriage to Dr Archer, and they are indeed a united pair. I will not write down here all the expressions- of gratitude ■ I received- from Editb, her lover, and her relatives for my " courage " and " sagacity " in defeating her stepfather's murderous designs. I declined Edith's offer of a home with her, for I believed that married people are happiest by themselves ; but, though still working for my living, I spend all my holidays with her, and little voices already call me M Auntie." Their home is,, perfect in all its appointments ; but one. .fact, which is never explained to casual visitors, sometimes strikes newcomers as strange. : nothing will induce Dr Arcfeer to have a wax candle in his house. They, set .it down as a fad and singular fancy — only Edith, he, and I know the truth.— Chambers' Journal.