en-de  THE BISHOP’S SECRET by Fergus Hume, CHAPTER 15 Hard
DER ZIGEUNERRING Fast zu der selben Zeit als Mosk seiner Tochter zur Eroberung des Vikars gratulierte, stattete Captain Pendle dem Nest von Jenny Wren einen Besuch ab. Es war ihm nur gelungen, von seinem Colonel einen Urlaub von Samstag bis Montag zu erlangen, der es nicht guthieß, wenn junge Offiziere zu lang und zu oft abwesend von ihrem Dienst waren, und schloss sich seinem Regiment am selben Abend wieder an. Sobald er sich vom Palast entfernen konnte, hatte er seinen Handkoffer am Bahnhof zurückgelassen und war in die Nachbarschaft der Kathedrale hoch gekommen, um Mab zu besuchen. Sehr zu seiner Zufriedenheit fand er sie allein im urtümlichen alten Salon und pries die Vorsehung, die ihn zu so günstiger Stunde dorthin geschickt hatte.

“Tantchen hat sich hingelegt”, erklärte Mab, die ziemlich besorgt und blass aussah, “sie war so aufgeregt wegen dieses entsetzlichen Mordes.”

"Oh Gott! Es hat jeden erschüttert", sagte Georg und warf sich in einen Sessel. "Mein Vater ist so verärgert, dass so eine Sache in seiner Diözese passiert ist, dass er sich in seine Bibliothek zurückgezogen und sich eingeschlossen hat. Ich konnte ihn kaum dazu bringen, auf Wiedersehen zu sagen. Obwohl, auf mein Wort", fügte George hinzu und verfiel in einen warmen Tonfall,"ich verstehe nicht, warum der Tod eines erbärmlichen Landstreichers so ein Moment ist, trotzdem scheint er jeden aufgeregt zu haben."

"Dich eingeschlossen", sagte Mab, die bemerkte, wie besorgt und wie weit davon entfernt ihr Geliebter aussah, sein freundliches, natürliches Ich zu sein.

"Ja, meine Liebste, mich eingeschlossen. Wenn der Bischof verärgert ist, zappelt meine Mutter solange um ihn herum, bis sie sich selbst krank macht. Da er das weiß, achtet er gewöhnlich darauf, sie nicht sehen zu lassen, wenn er sich nicht wohlfühlt, aber heute war er nicht so umsichtig, und die Folge davon ist, dass meine Mutter mit einen Nervenzusammenbruch in Tränen gebadet auf dem Sofa liegt, in der Anwesenheit Lucys. Natürlich hat mich all das bestürzt.

Nun, George, ich vermute, es ist selbstverständlich, dass der Bischof entrüstet ist, denn solch ein schreckliches Verbrechen wurde hier seit Jahren nicht begangen. Der Chronicle der letzten Woche merkte freilich an, wie frei von Kriminalität dieser Ort war."

"Und natürlich haben die Götter sie dafür Lügen gestraft, indem sie sofort einen erstklassigen Mord arrangiert haben", sagte George mit einem Achselzucken. "Aber ich kann nicht erkennen, warum alle in einem solchen Zustand sein sollen. Der Palast ist wie ein Bestattungsbetrieb, wenn das Geschäft schlecht läuft. Die einzige Person, die überhaupt froh ist, ist dieser Typ Cargrim."

"Er sollte bestürzt sein, dem Bischof zuliebe."

„Dann ist er es halt nicht, Mab. Er ist gerade dabei, seine Hände zu reiben und wie ein Honigkuchenpferd zu grinsen. Ich denke, sein Anblick irritiert mich mehr als die Trauergemeinschaft. Ich bin froh, zu meiner Arbeit zurückzukehren."

"Bist du froh darüber, mich zu verlassen?"

"Nein, du liebes Gänschen", sagte er und nahm zärtlich ihre Hand, "das ist der bittere Tropfen in meinem Kelch. Nichtsdestotrotz habe ich dir etwas mitgebracht, das uns einander näher bringt. Da!''

"Oh, George!" rief Mab, schaute verzückt auf den Ring, den er ihr auf den Finger gesteckt hatte und sagte:"Was für ein wunderschöner, wunderschöner Ring und wie eigenartig! - Drei Türkise in einer silbernen Umflechtung. Ich habe noch nie so ein einzigartiges Dessin gesehen."

„Das möchte ich wohl meinen. Es ist nicht die Art von Ring, die man jeden Tag sieht, und es war schwierig, ihn zu bekommen."

"Hast du ihn in Beorminster gekauft?", fragte Miss Arden und legte den Kopf auf die Seite, um die eigentümliche Fassung der blauen Steine zu bewundern.

"Nein, ich kaufte ihn von Mutter Jael."

"Von Mutter Jael! - dieser alten Zigeunerwahrsagerin?"

„Exakt, von dieser nämlichen alten Hexe von Endor. Ich sah ihn auf ihrer hageren Flosse, als ich das letzte Mal in Beorminster war, und sie schwebte herum, um mir wahrzusagen. Sein eigenartiges Aussehen hat mir gefallen, und ich entschied mich dazu, ihn als unseren Verlobungsring sicherzustellen. Trotzdem sollte die alte Dame nicht bestochen werden, um sich von ihm zu trennen, aber letzte Nacht ritt ich ins Zeltlager auf Southberry Common und es gelang mir, ihn von ihr zu ergattern. Sie ist eine regelrechte Jüdin bei einem Geschäft und sie feilschte eine Stunde lang, bevor sie ihn mir zukommen lassen wollte. Im Endeffekt gab ich ihr den Preis, den sie verlangte, und da ist er, auf deiner bezaubernden Hand."

Wie süß von Dir George, dir solche Mühe zu machen! Ich werde den Ring dir zuliebe sehr hoch achten."

"Und dir zuliebe auch, hoffe ich. Es ist ein glückbringender Ring und er kam vor langer, langer Zeit aus dem Orient, sagte Mutter Jael. Er sieht ziemlich ägyptisch aus, vielleicht trug Kleopatra ihn, als sie sich mit Antonius traf."

"So ein Unsinn! Aber es ist ein reizender, schöner Ring, ich werde ihn immer tragen."

"Ich denke, ich verdiene einen Kuss von dir für meine Mühe," sagte George und zog ihr reizendes, begeistertes Gesicht zu sich. "Da, Liebling; der nächste Ring, den ich an deinen Finger stecken werde, wird einer aus reinstem Gold sein, nicht vom Osten, sondern von einem ehrenhaften Juwelier aus Beorminster."

"Aber George" - Mab legte den Kopf an seine Brust- "Ich bin mir nicht sicher, ob ich ihn annehmen sollte, wirklich. Dein Vater weiß nichts von unserer Verlobung."

" Ich habe vor, es ihm bei meinem nächsten Besuch in Beorminster zu erzählen, meine Liebe. Gewiss, hätte er sich diesen verachtenswerten Mord nicht so sehr zu Herzen genommen, hätte ich es ihm heute gesagt.“ Dennoch brauchst du keine Bedenken zu haben ihn zu tragen, Liebste, denn deine Tante und meine Mutter sind sich einig, dass du mir die lieblichste aller Ehefrau abgeben wirst.“

"Tantchen drängt mich immer, dich zu bitten, es deinem Vater zu erzählen."

"Dann kannst du ihr Bescheid geben, dass ich das demnächst tun werde - warum, hier ist deine Tante, meine Liebe."

"Tantchen!" rief Mab, als Miss Whichello, wie ein kleiner, weißer Geist, ins Zimmer kam. "Ich dachte, deinem Kopf ginge es so schlecht."

"Es ist jetzt besser, meine Liebe," antwortete die alte Dame, die tatsächlich sehr krank aussah. "Wie geht es Ihnen, Captain Pendle?"

"Wollen Sie mich nicht George nennen, Miss Whichello?"

"Nein, möchte ich nicht, mein lieber Mann; wenigstens nicht, bis Ihre Verlobung mit Mab eine vollendete Tatsache ist."

"Aber es ist nun eine vollendete Tatsache, Tantchen", sagte Mab und zeigte ihr den Ring. "Hier ist das sichtbare Zeichen unserer Verlobung."

"Ein seltsamer Ring, aber sehr reizvoll", verkündete Miss Whichello und begutachtete den Juwel. "Aber weiß es auch der Bischof?"

"Ich habe vor, es ihm zu sagen, wenn ich nächste Woche zurückkomme", sagte George prompt. "Derzeit ist er zu bestürzt über diesen Mord, um meiner Liebesbeziehung viel Aufmerksamkeit zu widmen."

"Bestürzt über den Mord!" rief die kleine Dame und ließ sich in einen Stuhl fallen. "Darüber wundere ich mich nicht. Von den Neuigkeiten bin ich ganz krank."

"Ich weiß wirklich nicht warum, Tantchen. Dieser Herumtreiber Jentham war kein Verwandter, weißt du."

Miss Whichello schauderte und wurde, falls das möglich war, noch blasser. "Er war ein Mensch, Mab," sagte sie halblaut, "und es ist furchtbar zu denken, dass der arme Schuft, egal wie böse er gewesen sein mag, so ein klägliches Ende erlebte. Weiß man wer ihn erschossen hat, Captain Pendle?"

"Nein; es gibt allerlei Gerüchte, natürlich, aber keines davon ist sehr glaubwürdig. Es ist auch ein Jammer," fügte George nachdenklich hinzu," wenn ich Mutter Jael nur wenig früher verlassen hätte, hätte ich den Schuss hören und den Mörder schnappen können.

"Was meinen Sie, Captain Pendle?" rief Miss Whichello erschrocken.

"Warum, habe ich es Ihnen nicht erzählt? Nein, natürlich nicht; ich hatte es Mab erzählt".

"Was haben Sie ihr erzählt?" fragte die alte Dame mit einiger Ungeduld.

"Dass ich letzte Nacht in Southberry Heath war."

"Was haben Sie dort gemacht?"

" Mich um den Zigeunerring für Mab gekümmert," erklärte Georg und zupfte an seinem Schnurrbart. "Ich kaufte ihn von Mutter Jael und musste zum Lager hinausreiten, um das Geschäft abzuschließen. Da ich heute wieder zurück in die Tretmühle muss, war keine Zeit zu verlieren, also ging ich gestern Abend nach dem Essen los, zwischen acht und neun Uhr und das alte Weibsstück hielt mich so lange damit auf, den Deal festzumachen, dass ich nicht vor elf zu Hause ankam. Um Himmels Willen! Ich wurde pitschnass; ich sah aus wie ein verrückter, triefend nasser Flussgott.

"Haben Sie irgendetwas von dem Mord mitbekommen, Captain Pendle?"

„Nein, ich habe nicht einmal den Schuss gehört, obwohl das nicht verwunderlich war, wenn man bedenkt, was für einen Krach Regen und Donner gemacht haben.“

"Wo wurde die Leiche gefunden?"

„Irgendwo in einem Graben in der Nähe der Hauptstraße, glaube ich. Auf jeden Fall war es nicht auf meinem Weg, sonst wäre mein Traber darüber gestolpert."

Miss Whichello dachte nach. "War der Bischof nicht gestern drüben in Southberry?" fragte sie.

"Ja, bei einer Konfirmation. Er ritt über das Gemeindeland zurück und erreichte den Palast kurz vor mir - etwa eine halbe Stunde oder so."

"Hat er irgendwas gesehen oder gehört?"

"Meines Wissens nicht; aber Tatsache ist, dass ich keine Gelegenheit hatte, Fragen zu stellen. Er ist so bestürzt darüber, welche Schande die Begehung dieses Verbrechens über die Diözese gebracht hat, dass er völlig außer sich ist. Ich war gerade dabei Mab davon zu erzählen, als du herein gekommen bist. Sechs Uhr! rief Captain George und fuhr hoch, als die Glocken läuteten. " Ich muss weg. Wenn ich zu spät in die Kaserne komme, wird der Colonel mich morgen vorführen und mich vom Hals bis zu den Sporen und Stiefeln und so weiter kontrollieren."

"Warten Sie einen Moment, Captain Pendle, und ich komme mit Ihnen."

"Aber deine Kopfschmerzen, Tantchen?" protestierte Mab.

"Meine Liebe, ein Spaziergang in der frischen Luft wird mir gut tun. Ich werde mit Captain Pendle zum Bahnhof gehen. Sagt euch adieu, junge Leute, während ich meine Haube und meinen Mantel anziehe."

Als Miss Whichello den Raum verließ, war Mab, die ihren Ring während der vorausgegangenen Unterhaltung fortwährend bewundert hatte, so beeindruckt von seiner bizarren Schönheit, dass sie George noch einmal dafür dankte, dass er ihn ihr geschenkt hatte. Dieser Beitrag von Höflichkeit führte zu einer Verabreichung von Zärtlichkeiten seitens des scheidenden Liebhabers und während der Abwesenheit des Drachens schwatzte dieses törichte junge Paar den charmanten Unsinn, den Leute in diesem Zustand besonders bevorzugen. Realismus ist auf seine eigene Art eine sehr gute Sache, aber ein tatsächliches Liebesgeflüster niederzuschreiben, würde ihn übertreiben. Nur das aufgebauschte Hochgefühl der Lust im Gefolge von körperlicher Liebe kann Liebende den Transzendentalismus aushalten lassen, mit dem sie sich gegenseitig anöden. Und dann der Blick, der aus der unbedeutendsten Floskel einen Pfeil macht, die Liebkosung, die dem kleinsten Blick eine äußerst vielsagende Bedeutung verleiht - wie können denn alltägliches Schreibzeug und Papier diese treffend wiedergeben? Der geneigte Leser muss erahnen, was George und Mab einander gesagt haben. Er muss sich vorstellen, wie sie es gesagt haben, und er oder sie muss vor seinem oder ihrem geistigen Auge sehen, wie jung und schön und glühend sie aussahen, als Miss Whichello als Prosa ihrer Poesie ins Zimmer kam. Die liebe, alte Dame lächelte beifällig, als sie ihre strahlenden Gesichter sah, denn sie hatte auch in Arkadien gelebt, obwohl die missgünstigen Götter sie längst hinausgeworfen hatten.

"Nun, Captain Pendle, wenn Sie mit der Kleinen genug Unsinn geredet haben, bin ich bereit."

"Nennen Sie mich George, Miss Whichello", bat der Captain.

Nein, Sir; nicht, bis Ihr Vater dieser Verlobung seinen bischöflichen Segen gibt. Ernsthaft. Kommen Sie."

Aber Miss Whichellos Bellen war schlimmer als ihr Beißen, denn sie verließ diskret das Zimmer, so dass die Turteltauben sich zärtlich voneinander verabschieden konnten, und Captain Pendle traf sie draußen auf der Treppe mit einem breiten Lächeln im Gesicht.

"Sind Sie sicher, dass Sie Ihre Handschuhe nicht vergessen haben, Captain Pendle?" fragte sie lächelnd.

"Nein", antwortete George arglos, " ich habe sie dabei."

"Oh!" rief Miss Whichello aus und marschierte wie ein Spielzeugsoldat die Stufen hinunter, "in meiner Jugend vergaßen Männer in Ihrer Lage immer ihre Handschuhe."

"Beim Jupiter! Ich habe allerdings etwas zurückgelassen."

"Ihr Herz wahrscheinlich. Macht nichts, es ist in sicherer Verwahrung. Keine Ihrer Tricks, Sir. Komm, Komm!" und mit einem Augenzwinkern marschierte Miss Whichello dem Kapitän davon. Die kleine alte Dame gehörte zu denen, die von den Göttern geliebt wurden, denn sie würde zweifelsohne jung im Herzen sterben.

Trotzdem sah sie besorgt und blass aus, als sie bei zunehmender Dunkelheit mit Captain Pendle zum Bahnhof ging. George konnte ihr Gesicht in der Dämmerung nicht sehen und war darüber hinaus so sehr angetan mit seinem späten charmanten Gespräch, um die Sorge seiner Gefährtin zu bemerken. Trotz ihrer Sympathie wurde Miss Whichello zunehmend eines Monologs von George überdrüssig, in dem der Name Mab" fünfzig Mal und mehr vorkam. Sie war froh, als der Zug mit diesem ach so glücklichen Liebhaber abfuhr, und versprach alle möglichen unnötigen Nachrichten an das Mädchen, das George zurückgelassen hatte, zu übermitteln.

"Aber mögen sie glücklich sein, solange sie es können", murmelte Miss Whichello, als sie durch die Stadt zurücktrippelte. "Arme Seelchen, wenn sie nur wüssten, was ich weiß."

Da Miss Whichello die Bedeutung dieser rätselhaften Rede in ihrem Kopf hatte, hielt sie es nicht für notwendig, sie in Worte zu fassen, sondern ging still und nachdenklich den überfüllten Gehsteig entlang. Kurz darauf bog sie in eine Seitengasse ein, die zu der Polizeistation führte, und blieb dort kurz in einer stillen Ecke stehen, um einen Schleier um ihren Kopf zu befestigen - ein Schleier, so dicht, dass ihre Gesichtszüge durch ihn kaum erkennbar waren. Die arme Dame verwendete diesen als eine Art Verkleidung und vergaß dabei, dass ihr altmodisches Hütchen und ihr pittoresker Seidenmantel den Bewohnern von Beorminster ebenso bekannt waren wie die Kathedrale selbst. Diese Kleidung vom Beginn des Jahrhunderts war den Schurken der Elendsviertel ebenso vertraut wie den reicheren Bürgern, selbst die Polizisten kannten sie gut, denn sie hatten ihre wohltätige Trägerin oft am Bett von sterbenden Armen gesehen. Es ergab sich somit, dass als Miss Whichello sich auf der Polizeistation Inspektor Tinkler präsentierte, er sie sofort erkannte, trotz des komischen kleinen Schleiers. Und außerdem sprach er bei der Begrüßung ihren Namen aus.

"Pst, pst, Herr Inspektor", flüsterte Miss Whichello mit geheimnisvollem Blick in die Runde. "Ich möchte nicht, dass es bekannt wird, dass ich hier vorbeigekommen bin."

"Sie können sich auf meine Diskretion verlassen, Miss Whichello, gnä' Frau", sagte der Inspektor, der ein schroffer und tyrannischer ehemaliger Feldwebel war. "Und was kann ich für Sie tun?"

Miss Whichello schaute sich noch einmal um. "Ich wünsche, Herr Inspektor", sagte sie mit leiser Stimme, "von Ihnen in die Leichenhalle geführt werden."

"In die Leichenhalle, Miss Whichello, gnä' Frau!" sagte der eiserne Tinkler, kaum fähig, sein Erstaunen zu verbergen, obwohl es gegen seine Vorstellung von Disziplin verstieß, Gefühle zu zeigen.

"Dort befindet sich ein Toter, Herr Inspektor, den ich unter ganz anderen Umständen vor mehr als zwanzig Jahren kannte."

"Trägt er vielleicht den Namen Jentham?" schlug Mr. Inspektor vor.

"Ja, ich glaube, er nannte sich Jentham. Ich-ich-ich möchte seinen Leichnam sehen", und die kleine, alte Dame schaute ängstlich in Tinklers purpurrotes Gesicht.

"Miss Whichello, Madam", sagte der Exoffizier mit einer Amtsmiene, " diese Anfrage erfordert Überlegung. Kennen Sie die betreffende Person?"

"Ich kannte ihn, wie ich Ihnen sagte, vor mehr als zwanzig Jahren. Er war damals ein sehr talentierter Geiger, und ich hörte ihn oft in London spielen.

"Wie war sein Name, Miss Whichello, gnä' Frau?"

"Sein damaliger Name, Herr Inspektor, war Amaru!"

"Ich nehme an, es ist ein Künstlername, gnädige Frau!"

"Ja! ein Künstlername."

"Wie war sein richtiger Name?"

"Ich kann es nicht sagen", erwiderte Miss Whichello zögernd. "Ich kannte ihn nur als Amaru."

"Hm! hier nannte er sich Jentham. Wissen Sie etwas über diesen Mord, Miss Whichello, gnädige Frau?" , und der Inspektor fixierte mit blutunterlaufenen grauen Augen den dichten Schleier.

"Nein! nein! Ich weiß nichts über den Mord!" rief Miss Whichello mit ernster Stimme. "Ich hörte, dieser Mann sah wie ein Zigeuner aus und trug eine Narbe auf der rechten Wange. Auf Grund dieser Beschreibung dachte ich, er könnte Amaru sein, und ich wünsche den Körper zu sehen, um sicher zu sein, dass ich richtig liege."

Nun Miss Whichello, gnä' Frau", sagte der strenge Tinkler nach einiger Besinnung, "Ihre Bitte liegt außerhalb des normalen Rahmens, aber, da ich Sie als gute und wohltätige Dame kenne und denke, dass Sie etwas Licht in diesen mysteriösen Kriminalfall bringen können - was soll's, ich werde Ihnen den Leichnam gerne zeigen."

"Einen Augenblick", sagte die alte Dame und legte, um ihn aufzuhalten, eine Hand auf den blauen Ärmel des Inspektors. "Ich muss Ihnen sagen, dass ich kein Licht in diese Angelegenheit bringen kann; wenn ich könnte, würde ich es tun. Ich wünsche einfach, den Körper des Mannes zu sehen und mich zu vergewissern, dass er Amaru ist."

"Also gut, Miss Whichello, gnä' Frau; Sie sollen ihn sehen."

"Und Sie werden nicht erwähnen, dass ich hierherkam, Herr Inspektor."

"ich gebe Ihnen mein Wort, gnä' Frau - das Wort eines Soldaten. Hier entlang, Miss Whichello, hier entlang."

Die kleine alte Dame folgte dem stocksteifen Inspektor und wurde von ihm zu einem kleinen Gebäude aus verzinktem Blech im hinteren Teil der Polizeistation geführt. Mehrere Müßiggänger drückten sich herum, darunter auch Miss Bell Mosk, die versuchte, einen gutaussehenden jungen Polizisten zu überreden, ihre krankhafte Neugierde zu befriedigen. Sie riss ihre Augen weit auf, als sie Miss Whichellos Seidenmantel und Hütchen erkannte und sah, wie sie im Totenhaus verschwanden.

"Nein, so was!" sagte Miss Mosk. "Ich hätte nie gedacht, sie wäre in ihrem Alter noch an Leichen interessiert, wo sie doch selbst bald eine ist."

Die kleine alte Dame und der Inspektor blieben fünf oder sechs Minuten drinnen. Als sie herauskamen, flossen die Tränen unter Miss Whichellos Schleier schnell.

"Ist das der Mann?" fragte Tinkler halblaut.

"Ja!", antwortete Miss Whichello; "das ist der Mann, den ich als Amaru kannte."
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'Egad!
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it has upset everyone,' said George, throwing himself into a chair.
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I could hardly get him to say good-bye.
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'Yes, my dearest, including myself.
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Of course, all this has upset me in my turn.'
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Indeed, the Chronicle of last week was remarking how free from crime this place was.'
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'But why everybody should be in such a state I can't see.
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The palace is like an undertaker's establishment when business is dull.
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The only person who seems at all cheerful is that fellow Cargrim.'
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'He ought to be annoyed for the bishop's sake.'
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'Faith, then, he isn't, Mab.
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He's going about rubbing his hands and grinning like a Cheshire cat.
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I think the sight of him irritated me more than the mourners.
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I'm glad to go back to my work.'
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'Are you glad to leave me?'
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'No, you dear goose,' said he, taking her hand affectionately; 'that is the bitter drop in my cup.
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However, I have brought you something to draw us closer together.
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There!'
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'Oh, George!'
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I never saw so unique a pattern.'
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'I daresay not.
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'Did you buy it in Beorminster?'
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asked Miss Arden, putting her head on one side to admire the peculiar setting of the blue stones.
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'No; I bought it from Mother Jael.'
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'From Mother Jael!—that old gipsy fortune-teller?'
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'Precisely; from that very identical old Witch of Endor.
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Ultimately I gave her the price she asked, and there it is on your pretty hand.'
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'How sweet of you, George, to take so much trouble!
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I shall value the ring greatly for your sake.'
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'And for your own too, I hope.
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It is a lucky ring, and came from the East, Mother Jael said, in the old, old days.
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'Such nonsense!
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but it is a dear, lovely ring, and I'll wear it always.'
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Your father does not know of our engagement.'
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'I intend to tell him when I next visit Beorminster, my love.
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Indeed, but that he takes this wretched murder so much to heart I would have told him to-day.
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'Aunty is always urging me to ask you to tell your father.'
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'Then you can inform her that I'll do so next—why, here is your aunt, my dear.'
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'Aunty!'
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cried Mab, as Miss Whichello, like a little white ghost, moved into the room.
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'I thought your head was so bad.'
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'Hadn't you better call me George, Miss Whichello?'
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 67
'But it is an accomplished fact now, aunty,' said Mab, showing the ring.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 68
'Here is the visible sign of our engagement.'
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 69
'A strange ring, but very charming,' pronounced Miss Whichello, examining the jewel.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 70
'But does the bishop know?'
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 71
'I intend to tell him when I come back next week' said George, promptly.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 72
unit 73
'Upset with this murder!'
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 74
cried the little lady, dropping into a chair.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 75
'I don't wonder at it.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 76
I am quite ill with the news.'
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 77
'I'm sure I don't see why, aunty.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 78
This Jentham tramp wasn't a relative, you know.'
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 79
Miss Whichello shuddered, and, if possible, turned paler.
2 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 81
Is it known who shot him, Captain Pendle?'
2 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 82
'No; there are all sorts of rumours, of course, but none of them very reliable.
2 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 84
'What do you mean, Captain Pendle?'
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 85
cried Miss Whichello, with a start.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 86
'Why, didn't I tell you?
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 87
No, of course I didn't; it was Mab I told.'
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 88
'What did you tell her?'
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 89
questioned the old lady, with some impatience.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 90
'That I was on Southberry Heath last night.'
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 91
'What were you doing there?'
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 92
'Seeing after that gipsy ring for Mab,' explained George, pulling his moustache.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 93
'I bought it of Mother Jael, and had to ride out to the camp to make the bargain.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 95
By Jove!
4 Translations, 6 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 96
I got a jolly ducking; looked like an insane river god dripping with wet.'
2 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 97
'Did you see anything of the murder, Captain Pendle?'
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 99
'Where was the body found?'
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 100
'Somewhere in a ditch near the high road, I believe.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 101
At all events, it wasn't in the way, or my gee would have tumbled across it.'
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 102
Miss Whichello reflected.
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 103
'The bishop was over at Southberry yesterday, was he not?'
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 104
she asked.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 105
'Yes, at a confirmation service.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 107
'Did he hear or see anything?'
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 108
'Not to my knowledge; but the truth is, I haven't had an opportunity of asking questions.
2 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 3 months, 1 week ago
unit 110
I was just telling Mab about it when you came in.
2 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 111
Six o'clock!'
2 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 112
cried Captain George, starting up as the chimes rang out.
2 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 113
'I must be off.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 115
'Wait a moment, Captain Pendle, and I'll come with you.'
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 116
'But your headache, aunty?'
2 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 117
remonstrated Mab.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 118
'My dear, a walk in the fresh air will do me good.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 119
I shall go with Captain Pendle to the station.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 120
Make your adieux, young people, while I put on my bonnet and cloak.'
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 126
The sympathetic reader must guess what George and Mab said to one another.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 129
'Now, Captain Pendle, when you have done talking nonsense with that child I'm ready.'
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 130
'Do call me George, Miss Whichello,' entreated the captain.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 131
'No, sir; not until your father gives this engagement his episcopalian blessing.
3 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 132
No nonsense.
2 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 133
Come along.'
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 135
'You are sure you have not forgotten your gloves, Captain Pendle?'
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 136
she asked smilingly.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 137
'No,' replied George, innocently, 'I have them with me.'
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 138
'Oh!'
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 140
'By Jove!
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 141
I have left something behind me, though.'
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 142
'Your heart, probably.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 143
Never mind, it is in safe keeping.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 144
None of your tricks, sir.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 145
Come, come!'
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 146
and Miss Whichello marched the captain off with a twinkle in her bright eyes.
2 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 153
'Poor souls, if they only knew what I know.'
1 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 159
Moreover, in greeting her he pronounced her name.
2 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 160
unit 161
'I do not wish it to be known that I called here.'
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 163
'And what can I do for you?'
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 164
Miss Whichello looked round again.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 166
'To the dead-house, Miss Whichello, ma'am!'
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 169
'Answers to the name of Jentham, perhaps?'
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 170
suggested Mr Inspector.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 171
'Yes, he called himself Jentham, I believe.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 174
Do you know the party in question?'
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 175
'I knew him, as I told you, more than twenty years ago.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 176
He was then a very talented violinist, and I heard him play frequently in London.'
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 177
'What was his name, Miss Whichello, ma'am?'
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 178
'His name then, Mr Inspector, was Amaru!'
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 179
'A stage name I take it to be, ma'am!'
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 180
'Yes!
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 181
a stage name.'
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 182
'What was his real name?'
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 183
'I can't say,' replied Miss Whichello, in a hesitating voice.
2 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 184
'I knew him only as Amaru.'
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 185
'Humph!
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 186
here he called himself Jentham.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 187
Do you know anything about this murder, Miss Whichello, ma'am?'
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 188
and the inspector fixed a blood-shot grey eye on the thick veil.
2 Translations, 8 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 189
'No!
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 190
no!
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 191
I know nothing about the murder!'
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 192
cried Miss Whichello in earnest tones.
3 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 197
'I must tell you that I can throw no light on the subject; if I could I would.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 198
I simply desire to see the body of this man and to satisfy myself that he is Amaru.'
1 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months, 3 weeks ago
unit 199
'Very good, Miss Whichello, ma'am; you shall see it.'
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 200
'And you'll not mention that I came here, Mr Inspector.'
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 201
'I give you my word, ma'am—the word of a soldier.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 202
This way, Miss Whichello, this way.'
1 Translations, 5 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 206
'Well I never!'
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 207
said Miss Mosk.
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 209
The little old lady and the inspector remained within for five or six minutes.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 210
When they came out the tears were falling fast beneath Miss Whichello's veil.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 211
'Is that the man?'
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 212
asked Tinkler, in a low voice.
1 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 213
'Yes!'
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
unit 214
replied Miss Whichello; 'that is the man I knew as Amaru.'
1 Translations, 4 Upvotes, Last Activity 9 months ago
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"."
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Siri • 7198  commented  9 months, 4 weeks ago

Dies wird das letzte Kapitel sein, dass ich von den Abenteuern des Bischofs hochlade, denn die nächsten Kapitel wurden bereits von France hier eingestellt. Viel Freude weiterhin!

In der Übersetzung bisher:
Mr. Michael Cargrim, bishop's chaplain = "Kaplan des Bischofs", manchmal nur "Kaplan"
Mr. Gabriel Pendle, bishop's son, curate = curate als "Vikar"
by Siri 9 hours ago
For those who are interested in listening to the novel: https://librivox.org/the-bishops-secret-by-fergus-hume/
by francevw 1 week, 4 days ago
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by Siri 2 weeks, 4 days ago
THE BISHOP'S SECRET by FERGUS HUME (1900) https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/The_Bishop%27s_Secret

List of the characters:
1. Miss Daisy Norsham, Belgravian spinster
2. Mrs. Pansey, an archdeacon's widow
3. Mr. George Pendle, Bishop, Dr. Pendle
4. Mrs. Amy Pendle, the bishop's wife, formerly Mrs. Creagth (widow)
5. Mr. George Pendle, bishop's son, officer, in love with Mab Arden
6. Mr. Gabriel Pendle, bishop's son, curate, allegedly chasing Miss Mosk
7. Miss Lucy Pendle, bishop's daughter
8. Sir Harry Brace, engaged to Lucy Pendle
9. Miss Mab Arden, most beautiful girl in Beorminster
10. Miss Whichello, Mab Arden's aunt
11. Mr. Michael Cargrim, bishop's chaplain, also likes Mab Arden
12. Dr. Graham, doctor, atheist, sceptic
13. Mr. William Mosk, the owner of the The Derby Winner pub
14. Mrs Mosk, his wife
15. Miss Bell Mosk, their daughter
16. Mr. Alder, dean, Dr. Alder
17. Miss Tancred, keeps telling the story about her lost purse
18. John, bishop's servant
19. Mr. Jentham, the man with the scar, the bearer of the bad news

Synopsis:
Bishop Pendle is the Church of England bishop in a small fictitious English cathedral town. Several years into his work, he receives a visit from a disreputable-looking visitor. The bishop is much upset. What transpired between them that has so upset the good churchman? And then there is the murder. Fergus Hume was one of the most prolific and most popular of 19th century novelists. "Mr. Hume won a reputation second to none for plot of the stirring, ingenious, misleading, and finally surprising kind, and for working out his plot in vigorous and picturesque English. In "The Bishop's Secret," while there is no falling off in plot and style, there is a welcome and marvelous broadening out as to the cast of characters, representing an unusually wide range of typical men and women. These are not laboriously described by the author, but are made to reveal themselves in action and speech in a way that has, for the reader, all the charm of personal intercourse with living people…."

TABLE OF CONTENTS
PREFACE.
CHAPTER I. 'Enter Mrs Pansey As Chorus'
CHAPTER II. The Bishop Is Wanted
CHAPTER III. The Unforeseen Happens
CHAPTER IV. The Curiosity Of Mr Cargrim
CHAPTER V. The Derby Winner
CHAPTER VI. The Man With The Scar
CHAPTER VII. An Interesting Conversation
CHAPTER VIII. On Saturday Night
CHAPTER IX. An Exciting Adventure
CHAPTER X. Morning Service In The Minster
CHAPTER XI. Miss Whichello's Luncheon-party
CHAPTER XII. Bell Mosk Pays A Visit
CHAPTER XIII. A Stormy Night
CHAPTER XIV. 'Rumour Full Of Tongues'
CHAPTER XV. The Gipsy Ring
CHAPTER XVI. The Zeal Of Inspector Tinkler
CHAPTER XVII. A Clerical Detective
CHAPTER XVIII. The Chaplain On The Warpath
CHAPTER XIX. The Bishop's Request
CHAPTER XX. Mother Jael
CHAPTER XXI. Mrs Pansey's Festival
CHAPTER XXII. Mr Mosk Is Indiscreet
CHAPTER XXIII. In The Library
CHAPTER XXIV. The Bishop Asserts Himself
CHAPTER XXV. Mr Baltic, Missionary
CHAPTER XXVI. The Amazement Of Sir Harry Brace
CHAPTER XXVII. What Mother Jael Knew
CHAPTER XXVIII. The Return Of Gabriel
CHAPTER XXIX. The Confession Of Bishop Pendle
CHAPTER XXX. Blackmail
CHAPTER XXXI. Mr Baltic On The Trail
CHAPTER XXXII. The Initials
CHAPTER XXXIII. Mr Baltic Explains Himself
CHAPTER XXXIV. The Wages Of Sin
CHAPTER XXXV. The Honour Of Gabriel
CHAPTER XXXVI. The Rebellion Of Mrs Pendle
CHAPTER XXXVII. Dea Ex Machinâ
CHAPTER XXXVIII. Exit Mr Cargrim
CHAPTER XXXIX. All's Well That Ends Well
by francevw

by Siri 9 months, 4 weeks ago

THE GIPSY RING

Almost at the very time Mosk was congratulating his daughter on the conquest of the curate, Captain Pendle was paying a visit to the Jenny Wren nest. He had only succeeded in obtaining a Saturday to Monday leave from his colonel, who did not approve of young officers being too long or too often absent from their duties, and was rejoining his regiment that very evening. As soon as he could get away from the palace he had left his portmanteau at the station and had come up to the Cathedral Close to see Mab. Much to his gratification he found her alone in the quaint old drawing-room, and blessed the Providence which had sent him thither at so propitious an hour.

'Aunty is lying down,' explained Mab, who looked rather worried and pale; 'she has been so upset over this horrid murder.'

'Egad! it has upset everyone,' said George, throwing himself into a chair. 'My father is so annoyed at such a thing happening in his diocese that he has retreated to his library and shut himself up. I could hardly get him to say good-bye. Though, upon my word,' added George, waxing warm, 'I don't see that the death of a wretched tramp is of such moment; yet it seems to have annoyed everyone.'

'Including yourself,' said Mab, remarking how worried her lover looked, and how far from being his pleasant, natural self.

'Yes, my dearest, including myself. When the bishop is annoyed my mother fidgets over him until she makes herself ill. Knowing this, he is usually careful not to let her see him when he is out of sorts, but to-day he was not so discreet, and the consequence is that my mother has an attack of nerves, and is lying on her sofa bathed in tears, with Lucy in attendance. Of course, all this has upset me in my turn.'

'Well, George, I suppose it is natural that the bishop should be put out, for such a terrible crime has not been committed here for years. Indeed, the Chronicle of last week was remarking how free from crime this place was.'

'And naturally the gods gave them the lie by arranging a first-class murder straight away,' said George, with a shrug. 'But why everybody should be in such a state I can't see. The palace is like an undertaker's establishment when business is dull. The only person who seems at all cheerful is that fellow Cargrim.'

'He ought to be annoyed for the bishop's sake.'

'Faith, then, he isn't, Mab. He's going about rubbing his hands and grinning like a Cheshire cat. I think the sight of him irritated me more than the mourners. I'm glad to go back to my work.'

'Are you glad to leave me?'

'No, you dear goose,' said he, taking her hand affectionately; 'that is the bitter drop in my cup. However, I have brought you something to draw us closer together. There!'

'Oh, George!' cried Mab, looking in ecstasy at the ring he had slipped on her finger, 'what a lovely, lovely ring, and what a queer one!—three turquoise stones set in a braid of silver. I never saw so unique a pattern.'

'I daresay not. It's not the kind of ring you'll come across every day, and precious hard work I had to get it.'

'Did you buy it in Beorminster?' asked Miss Arden, putting her head on one side to admire the peculiar setting of the blue stones.

'No; I bought it from Mother Jael.'

'From Mother Jael!—that old gipsy fortune-teller?'

'Precisely; from that very identical old Witch of Endor. I saw it on her lean paw when I was last in Beorminster, and she came hovering round to tell my fortune. The queer look of it took my fancy, and I determined to secure it for our engagement ring. However, the old lady wasn't to be bribed into parting with it, but last night I rode out to the camp on Southberry Common and succeeded in getting it off her. She is a regular Jew at a bargain, and haggled for an hour before she would let me have it. Ultimately I gave her the price she asked, and there it is on your pretty hand.'

'How sweet of you, George, to take so much trouble! I shall value the ring greatly for your sake.'

'And for your own too, I hope. It is a lucky ring, and came from the East, Mother Jael said, in the old, old days. It looks rather Egyptian, so perhaps Cleopatra wore it when she went to meet Anthony!'

'Such nonsense! but it is a dear, lovely ring, and I'll wear it always.'

'I think I deserve a kiss from you for my trouble,' said George, drawing her lovely, glowing face towards him. 'There, darling; the next ring I place on your finger will be a plain golden one, not from the East, but from an honest Beorminster jeweller.'

'But, George'—Mab laid her head on his breast—'I am not sure if I ought to accept it, really. Your father does not know of our engagement.'

'I intend to tell him when I next visit Beorminster, my love. Indeed, but that he takes this wretched murder so much to heart I would have told him to-day. Still, you need not scruple to wear it, dearest, for your aunt and my mother are both agreed that you will make me the sweetest of wives.'

'Aunty is always urging me to ask you to tell your father.'

'Then you can inform her that I'll do so next—why, here is your aunt, my dear.'

'Aunty!' cried Mab, as Miss Whichello, like a little white ghost, moved into the room. 'I thought your head was so bad.'

'It is better now, my dear,' replied the old lady, who really looked very ill. 'How do you do, Captain Pendle?'

'Hadn't you better call me George, Miss Whichello?'

'No, I hadn't, my dear man; at least, not until your engagement with Mab is an accomplished fact.'

'But it is an accomplished fact now, aunty,' said Mab, showing the ring. 'Here is the visible sign of our engagement.'

'A strange ring, but very charming,' pronounced Miss Whichello, examining the jewel. 'But does the bishop know?'

'I intend to tell him when I come back next week' said George, promptly. 'At present he is too upset with this murder to pay much attention to my love affairs.'

'Upset with this murder!' cried the little lady, dropping into a chair. 'I don't wonder at it. I am quite ill with the news.'

'I'm sure I don't see why, aunty. This Jentham tramp wasn't a relative, you know.'

Miss Whichello shuddered, and, if possible, turned paler. 'He was a human being, Mab,' she said, in a low voice, 'and it is terrible to think that the poor wretch, however evil he may have been, should have come to so miserable an end. Is it known who shot him, Captain Pendle?'

'No; there are all sorts of rumours, of course, but none of them very reliable. It's a pity, too,' added George, reflectively, 'for if I had only been a little earlier in leaving Mother Jael I might have heard the shot and captured the murderer.'

'What do you mean, Captain Pendle?' cried Miss Whichello, with a start.

'Why, didn't I tell you? No, of course I didn't; it was Mab I told.'

'What did you tell her?' questioned the old lady, with some impatience.

'That I was on Southberry Heath last night.'

'What were you doing there?'

'Seeing after that gipsy ring for Mab,' explained George, pulling his moustache. 'I bought it of Mother Jael, and had to ride out to the camp to make the bargain. As I am going back into harness to-day, there wasn't much time to lose, so I went off last night after dinner, between eight and nine o'clock, and the old jade kept me so long fixing up the business that I didn't reach home until eleven. By Jove! I got a jolly ducking; looked like an insane river god dripping with wet.'

'Did you see anything of the murder, Captain Pendle?'

'No; didn't even hear the shot, though that wasn't to be wondered at, considering the row made by rain and thunder.'

'Where was the body found?'

'Somewhere in a ditch near the high road, I believe. At all events, it wasn't in the way, or my gee would have tumbled across it.'

Miss Whichello reflected. 'The bishop was over at Southberry yesterday, was he not?' she asked.

'Yes, at a confirmation service. He rode back across the common, and reached the palace just before I did—about half an hour or so.'

'Did he hear or see anything?'

'Not to my knowledge; but the truth is, I haven't had an opportunity of asking questions. He is so annoyed at the disgrace to the diocese by the committal of this crime that he's quite beside himself. I was just telling Mab about it when you came in. Six o'clock!' cried Captain George, starting up as the chimes rang out. 'I must be off. If I'm late at barracks my colonel will parade me to-morrow, and go down my throat, spurs, boots and all.'

'Wait a moment, Captain Pendle, and I'll come with you.'

'But your headache, aunty?' remonstrated Mab.

'My dear, a walk in the fresh air will do me good. I shall go with Captain Pendle to the station. Make your adieux, young people, while I put on my bonnet and cloak.'

When Miss Whichello left the room, Mab, who had been admiring her ring during the foregoing conversation, was so impressed with its quaint beauty that she again thanked George for having given it to her. This piece of politeness led to an exhibition of tenderness on the part of the departing lover, and during the dragon's absence this foolish young couple talked the charming nonsense which people in their condition particularly affect. Realism is a very good thing in its own way, but to set down an actual love conversation would be carrying it to excess. Only the exaggerated exaltation of mind attendant on love-making can enable lovers to endure the transcendentalism with which they bore one another. And then the look which makes an arrow of the most trifling phrase, the caress which gives the merest glance a most eloquent meaning—how can prosaic pen and ink and paper report these fittingly? The sympathetic reader must guess what George and Mab said to one another. He must fancy how they said it, and he or she must see in his or her mind's eye how young and beautiful and glowing they looked when Miss Whichello, as the prose of their poetry, walked into the room. The dear old lady smiled approvingly when she saw their bright faces, for she too had lived in Arcady, although the envious gods had turned her out of it long since.

'Now, Captain Pendle, when you have done talking nonsense with that child I'm ready.'

'Do call me George, Miss Whichello,' entreated the captain.

'No, sir; not until your father gives this engagement his episcopalian blessing. No nonsense. Come along.'

But Miss Whichello's bark was worse than her bite, for she discreetly left the room, so that the love-birds could take a tender leave of each other, and Captain Pendle found her standing on the steps outside with a broad smile on her face.

'You are sure you have not forgotten your gloves, Captain Pendle?' she asked smilingly.

'No,' replied George, innocently, 'I have them with me.'

'Oh!' exclaimed Miss Whichello, marching down the steps like a toy soldier, 'in my youth young men in your condition always forgot their gloves.'

'By Jove! I have left something behind me, though.'

'Your heart, probably. Never mind, it is in safe keeping. None of your tricks, sir. Come, come!' and Miss Whichello marched the captain off with a twinkle in her bright eyes. The little old lady was one of those loved by the gods, for she would undoubtedly die young in heart.

Still, as she walked with Captain Pendle to the station in the gathering darkness, she looked worried and white. George could not see her face in the dusk, and moreover was too much taken up with his late charming interview to notice his companion's preoccupation. In spite of her sympathy, Miss Whichello grew weary of a monologue on the part of George, in which the name of 'Mab' occurred fifty times and more. She was glad when the train steamed off with this too happy lover, and promised to deliver all kinds of unnecessary messages to the girl George had left behind him.

'But let them be happy while they can,' murmured Miss Whichello, as she tripped back through the town. 'Poor souls, if they only knew what I know.'

As Miss Whichello had the meaning of this enigmatic speech in her mind, she did not think it was necessary to put it into words, but, silent and pensive, walked along the crowded pavement. Shortly she turned down a side street which led to the police-station, and there paused in a quiet corner to pin a veil round her head—a veil so thick that her features could hardly be distinguished through it. The poor lady adopted this as a kind of disguise, forgetting that her old-fashioned poke bonnet and quaint silk cloak were as well known to the inhabitants of Beorminster as the cathedral itself. That early century garb was as familiar to the rascality of the slums as to the richer citizens; even the police knew it well, for they had often seen its charitable wearer by the bedsides of dying paupers. It thus happened that, when Miss Whichello presented herself at the police-station to Inspector Tinkler, he knew her at once, in spite of her foolish little veil. Moreover, in greeting her he pronounced her name.

'Hush, hush, Mr Inspector,' whispered Miss Whichello, with a mysterious glance around. 'I do not wish it to be known that I called here.'

'You can depend upon my discretion, Miss Whichello, ma'am,' said the inspector, who was a bluff and tyrannical ex-sergeant. 'And what can I do for you?'

Miss Whichello looked round again. 'I wish, Mr Inspector,' said she, in a very small voice, 'to be taken by you to the dead-house.'

'To the dead-house, Miss Whichello, ma'am!' said the iron Tinkler, hardly able to conceal his astonishment, although it was against his disciplinarian ideas to show emotion.

'There is a dead man in there, Mr Inspector, whom I knew under very different circumstances more than twenty years ago.'

'Answers to the name of Jentham, perhaps?' suggested Mr Inspector.

'Yes, he called himself Jentham, I believe. I—I—I wish to see his body;' and the little old lady looked anxiously into Tinkler's purple face.

'Miss Whichello, ma'am,' said the ex-sergeant with an official air, 'this request requires reflection. Do you know the party in question?'

'I knew him, as I told you, more than twenty years ago. He was then a very talented violinist, and I heard him play frequently in London.'

'What was his name, Miss Whichello, ma'am?'

'His name then, Mr Inspector, was Amaru!'

'A stage name I take it to be, ma'am!'

'Yes! a stage name.'

'What was his real name?'

'I can't say,' replied Miss Whichello, in a hesitating voice. 'I knew him only as Amaru.'

'Humph! here he called himself Jentham. Do you know anything about this murder, Miss Whichello, ma'am?' and the inspector fixed a blood-shot grey eye on the thick veil.

'No! no! I know nothing about the murder!' cried Miss Whichello in earnest tones. 'I heard that this man Jentham looked like a gipsy and was marked with a scar on the right cheek. From that description I thought that he might be Amaru, and I wish to see his body to be certain that I am right.'

'Well, Miss Whichello, ma'am,' said the stern Tinkler, after some deliberation, 'your request is out of the usual course of things; but knowing you as a good and charitable lady, and thinking you may throw some light on this mysterious crime—why, I'll show you the corpse with pleasure.'

'One moment,' said the old lady, laying a detaining hand on the inspector's blue cloth sleeve. 'I must tell you that I can throw no light on the subject; if I could I would. I simply desire to see the body of this man and to satisfy myself that he is Amaru.'

'Very good, Miss Whichello, ma'am; you shall see it.'

'And you'll not mention that I came here, Mr Inspector.'

'I give you my word, ma'am—the word of a soldier. This way, Miss Whichello, this way.'

Following the rigid figure of the inspector, the little old lady was conducted by him to a small building of galvanised tin in the rear of the police-station. Several idlers were hanging about, amongst them being Miss Bell Mosk, who was trying to persuade a handsome young policeman to gratify her morbid curiosity. Her eyes opened to their widest width when she recognised Miss Whichello's silk cloak and poke bonnet, and saw them vanish into the dead-house.

'Well I never!' said Miss Mosk. 'I never thought she'd be fond of corpses at her time of life, seeing as she'll soon be one herself.'

The little old lady and the inspector remained within for five or six minutes. When they came out the tears were falling fast beneath Miss Whichello's veil.

'Is that the man?' asked Tinkler, in a low voice.

'Yes!' replied Miss Whichello; 'that is the man I knew as Amaru.'