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"
Colonel
Barclay
's
family
life
appears
to
have
been
a
uniformly
happy
one
.
Major
Murphy
,
to
whom
I
owe
most
of
my
facts
,
assures
me
that
he
has
never
heard
of
any
misunderstanding
between
the
pair
.
On
the
whole
,
he
thinks
that
Barclay
's
devotion
to
his
wife
was
greater
than
his
wife
's
to
Barclay
.
He
was
acutely
uneasy
if
he
were
absent
from
her
for
a
day
.
She
,
on
the
other
hand
,
though
devoted
and
faithful
,
was
less
obtrusively
affectionate
.
But
they
were
regarded
in
the
regiment
as
the
very
model
of
a
middle-aged
couple
.
There
was
absolutely
nothing
in
their
mutual
relations
to
prepare
people
for
the
tragedy
which
was
to
follow
.
"
Colonel
Barclay
himself
seems
to
have
had
some
singular
traits
in
his
character
.
He
was
a
dashing
,
jovial
old
soldier
in
his
usual
mood
,
but
there
were
occasions
on
which
he
seemed
to
show
himself
capable
of
considerable
violence
and
vindictiveness
.
This
side
of
his
nature
,
however
,
appears
never
to
have
been
turned
towards
his
wife
.
Another
fact
which
had
struck
Major
Murphy
and
three
out
of
five
of
the
other
officers
with
whom
I
conversed
was
the
singular
sort
of
depression
which
came
upon
him
at
times
.
As
the
major
expressed
it
,
the
smile
has
often
been
struck
from
his
mouth
,
as
if
by
some
invisible
hand
,
when
he
has
been
joining
in
the
gaieties
and
chaff
of
the
mess-table
.
For
days
on
end
,
when
the
mood
was
on
him
,
he
has
been
sunk
in
the
deepest
gloom
.
This
and
a
certain
tinge
of
superstition
were
the
only
unusual
traits
in
his
character
which
his
brother
officers
had
observed
.
The
latter
peculiarity
took
the
form
of
a
dislike
to
being
left
alone
,
especially
after
dark
.
This
puerile
feature
in
a
nature
which
was
conspicuously
manly
had
often
given
rise
to
comment
and
conjecture
.
"
The
first
battalion
of
the
Royal
Munsters
(
which
is
the
old
One
Hundred
and
Seventeenth
)
has
been
stationed
at
Aldershot
for
some
years
.
The
married
officers
live
out
of
barracks
,
and
the
colonel
has
during
all
this
time
occupied
a
villa
called
'
Lachine
,
"
about
half
a
mile
from
the
north
camp
.
The
house
stands
in
its
own
grounds
,
but
the
west
side
of
it
is
not
more
than
thirty
yards
from
the
highroad
.
A
coachman
and
two
maids
form
the
staff
of
servants
.
These
with
their
master
and
mistress
were
the
sole
occupants
of
Lachine
,
for
the
Barclays
had
no
children
,
nor
was
it
usual
for
them
to
have
resident
visitors
.
"
Now
for
the
events
at
Lachine
between
nine
and
ten
on
the
evening
of
last
Monday
.
"
Mrs.
Barclay
was
,
it
appears
,
a
member
of
the
Roman
Catholic
Church
and
had
interested
herself
very
much
in
the
establishment
of
the
Guild
of
St.
George
,
which
was
formed
in
connection
with
the
Watt
Street
Chapel
for
the
purpose
of
supplying
the
poor
with
cast-off
clothing
.
A
meeting
of
the
Guild
had
been
held
that
evening
at
eight
,
and
Mrs.
Barclay
had
hurried
over
her
dinner
in
order
to
be
present
at
it
.
When
leaving
the
house
she
was
heard
by
the
coachman
to
make
some
commonplace
remark
to
her
husband
,
and
to
assure
him
that
she
would
be
back
before
very
long
.
She
then
called
for
Miss
Morrison
,
a
young
lady
who
lives
in
the
next
villa
and
the
two
went
off
together
to
their
meeting
.
It
lasted
forty
minutes
,
and
at
a
quarter-past
nine
Mrs.
Barclay
returned
home
,
having
left
Miss
Morrison
at
her
door
as
she
passed
.
"
There
is
a
room
which
is
used
as
a
morning-room
at
Lachine
.
This
faces
the
road
and
opens
by
a
large
glass
folding-door
on
to
the
lawn
.
The
lawn
is
thirty
yards
across
and
is
only
divided
from
the
highway
by
a
low
wall
with
an
iron
rail
above
it
.
It
was
into
this
room
that
Mrs.
Barclay
went
upon
her
return
.
The
blinds
were
not
down
,
for
the
room
was
seldom
used
in
the
evening
,
but
Mrs.
Barclay
herself
lit
the
lamp
and
then
rang
the
bell
,
asking
Jane
Stewart
,
the
housemaid
,
to
bring
her
a
cup
of
tea
,
which
was
quite
contrary
to
her
usual
habits
.
The
colonel
had
been
sitting
in
the
dining-room
,
but
,
hearing
that
his
wife
had
returned
,
he
joined
her
in
the
morning-room
.
The
coachman
saw
him
cross
the
hall
and
enter
it
.
He
was
never
seen
again
alive
.
"
The
tea
which
had
been
ordered
was
brought
up
at
the
end
of
ten
minutes
;
but
the
maid
,
as
she
approached
the
door
,
was
surprised
to
hear
the
voices
of
her
master
and
mistress
in
furious
altercation
.
She
knocked
without
receiving
any
answer
,
and
even
turned
the
handle
,
but
only
to
find
that
the
door
was
locked
upon
the
inside
.
Naturally
enough
she
ran
down
to
tell
the
cook
,
and
the
two
women
with
the
coachman
came
up
into
the
hall
and
listened
to
the
dispute
which
was
still
raging
.
They
all
agreed
that
only
two
voices
were
to
be
heard
,
those
of
Barclay
and
of
his
wife
.
Barclay
's
remarks
were
subdued
and
abrupt
so
that
none
of
them
were
audible
to
the
listeners
.
The
lady
's
,
on
the
other
hand
,
were
most
bitter
,
and
when
she
raised
her
voice
could
be
plainly
heard
.
'
You
coward
!
"
she
repeated
over
and
over
again
.
'
What
can
be
done
now
?
What
can
be
done
now
?
Give
me
back
my
life
.
I
will
never
so
much
as
breathe
the
same
air
with
you
again
!
You
coward
!
You
coward
!
"
Those
were
scraps
of
her
conversation
,
ending
in
a
sudden
dreadful
cry
in
the
man
's
voice
,
with
a
crash
,
and
a
piercing
scream
from
the
woman
.
Convinced
that
some
tragedy
had
occurred
,
the
coachman
rushed
to
the
door
and
strove
to
force
it
,
while
scream
after
scream
issued
from
within
.
He
was
unable
,
however
,
to
make
his
way
in
,
and
the
maids
were
too
distracted
with
fear
to
be
of
any
assistance
to
him
.
A
sudden
thought
struck
him
,
however
,
and
he
ran
through
the
hall
door
and
round
to
the
lawn
upon
which
the
long
French
windows
open
.
One
side
of
the
window
was
open
,
which
I
understand
was
quite
usual
in
the
summertime
,
and
he
passed
without
difficulty
into
the
room
.
His
mistress
had
ceased
to
scream
and
was
stretched
insensible
upon
a
couch
,
while
with
his
feet
tilted
over
the
side
of
an
armchair
,
and
his
head
upon
the
ground
near
the
corner
of
the
fender
,
was
lying
the
unfortunate
soldier
stone
dead
in
a
pool
of
his
own
blood
.
