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"
ι
"
We
will
see
what
the
doctor
says
,
"
I
answered
.
"
You
must
stop
work
now
,
and
when
you
go
downstairs
just
say
that
I
wish
to
see
Brunton
.
"
"
ι
"
The
butler
is
gone
,
"
said
she
.
"
ι
"
Gone
!
Gone
where
?
"
"
ι
"
He
is
gone
.
No
one
has
seen
him
.
He
is
not
in
his
room
.
Oh
,
yes
,
he
is
gone
,
he
is
gone
!
"
She
fell
back
against
the
wall
with
shriek
after
shriek
of
laughter
,
while
I
,
horrified
at
this
sudden
hysterical
attack
,
rushed
to
the
bell
to
summon
help
.
The
girl
was
taken
to
her
room
,
still
screaming
and
sobbing
,
while
I
made
inquiries
about
Brunton
.
There
was
no
doubt
about
it
that
he
had
disappeared
.
His
bed
had
not
been
slept
in
,
he
had
been
seen
by
no
one
since
he
had
retired
to
his
room
the
night
before
,
and
yet
it
was
difficult
to
see
how
he
could
have
left
the
house
,
as
both
windows
and
doors
were
found
to
be
fastened
in
the
morning
.
His
clothes
,
his
watch
,
and
even
his
money
were
in
his
room
,
but
the
black
suit
which
he
usually
wore
was
missing
.
His
slippers
,
too
,
were
gone
,
but
his
boots
were
left
behind
.
Where
then
could
butler
Brunton
have
gone
in
the
night
,
and
what
could
have
become
of
him
now
?
"
'
Of
course
we
searched
the
house
from
cellar
to
garret
,
but
there
was
no
trace
of
him
.
It
is
,
as
I
have
said
,
a
labyrinth
of
an
old
house
,
especially
the
original
wing
,
which
is
now
practically
uninhabited
;
but
we
ransacked
every
room
and
cellar
without
discovering
the
least
sign
of
the
missing
man
.
It
was
incredible
to
me
that
he
could
have
gone
away
leaving
all
his
property
behind
him
,
and
yet
where
could
he
be
?
I
called
in
the
local
police
,
but
without
success
.
Rain
had
fallen
on
the
night
before
,
and
we
examined
the
lawn
and
the
paths
all
round
the
house
,
but
in
vain
.
Matters
were
in
this
state
,
when
a
new
development
quite
drew
our
attention
away
from
the
original
mystery
.
"
'
For
two
days
Rachel
Howells
had
been
so
ill
,
sometimes
delirious
,
sometimes
hysterical
,
that
a
nurse
had
been
employed
to
sit
up
with
her
at
night
.
On
the
third
night
after
Brunton
's
disappearance
,
the
nurse
,
finding
her
patient
sleeping
nicely
,
had
dropped
into
a
nap
in
the
armchair
,
when
she
woke
in
the
early
morning
to
find
the
bed
empty
,
the
window
open
,
and
no
signs
of
the
invalid
.
I
was
instantly
aroused
,
and
,
with
the
two
footmen
,
started
off
at
once
in
search
of
the
missing
girl
.
It
was
not
difficult
to
tell
the
direction
which
she
had
taken
,
for
,
starting
from
under
her
window
,
we
could
follow
her
footmarks
easily
across
the
lawn
to
the
edge
of
the
mere
,
where
they
vanished
close
to
the
gravel
path
which
leads
out
of
the
grounds
.
The
lake
there
is
eight
feet
deep
,
and
you
can
imagine
our
feelings
when
we
saw
that
the
trail
of
the
poor
demented
girl
came
to
an
end
at
the
edge
of
it
.
"
'
Of
course
,
we
had
the
drags
at
once
and
set
to
work
to
recover
the
remains
,
but
no
trace
of
the
body
could
we
find
.
On
the
other
hand
,
we
brought
to
the
surface
an
object
of
a
most
unexpected
kind
.
It
was
a
linen
bag
which
contained
within
it
a
mass
of
old
rusted
,
and
discoloured
metal
and
several
dull
coloured
pieces
of
pebble
or
glass
.
This
strange
find
was
all
that
we
could
get
from
the
mere
,
and
,
although
we
made
every
possible
search
and
inquiry
yesterday
,
we
know
nothing
of
the
fate
either
of
Rachel
Howells
or
of
Richard
Brunton
.
The
county
police
are
at
their
wit
's
end
,
and
I
have
come
up
to
you
as
a
last
resource
.
'
"
You
can
imagine
,
Watson
,
with
what
eagerness
I
listened
to
this
extraordinary
sequence
of
events
,
and
endeavoured
to
piece
them
together
,
and
to
devise
some
common
thread
upon
which
they
might
all
hang
.
The
butler
was
gone
.
The
maid
was
gone
.
The
maid
had
loved
the
butler
,
but
had
afterwards
had
cause
to
hate
him
.
She
was
of
Welsh
blood
,
fiery
and
passionate
.
She
had
been
terribly
excited
immediately
after
his
disappearance
.
She
had
flung
into
the
lake
a
bag
containing
some
curious
contents
.
These
were
all
factors
which
had
to
be
taken
into
consideration
,
and
yet
none
of
them
got
quite
to
the
heart
of
the
matter
.
What
was
the
starting-point
of
this
chain
of
events
?
There
lay
the
end
of
this
tangled
line
.
