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"Holmes, it seems to me that this once you assume a great deal too much-"
"At Baker Street I watched her in the window as she looked at me. My back was turned to her, and in her obvious unease, she forgot I might see her lamplit reflection on the night outside. Her face, Watson, was as predatory as that of any hawk. I fancied then she was not to be trusted. And there is too much that fits my notion."
"When the fox screamed, I thought she would faint."
"It is a frightful cry, and she had not anticipated it. That one moment was quite genuine."
"Vine," I said, "and Lucy."
"I have not decided on their role in this, save that the boy is obviously disgruntled and the girl maybe was not sensible. As for the letter Lucy is said to have written to Miss Caston, that first warning which so unfortunately was thrown away, being thought at the time of no importance-it never existed. Why should Lucy, dismissed from her employment and her lover, desire to warn the inventor of her loss?"
"Perhaps Lucy meant to frighten her."
"An interesting deduction, Watson, on which I congratulate you. However, you must look at the other side of the coin. If the inventor of Lucy's loss received a sinister warning from her, would she too not conclude it was an attempt to frighten?"
"Very well. But the deaths, Holmes. I too have read Derwent. The elder Miss Caston undeniably died here. The other three women certainly seem to have done."
"There is such a thing as coincidence, Watson. Mistress Ha
"She had left her bed and lay by the fireplace."
"In her agony, and finding herself alone, she struggled to reach the bell-rope and so summon help."
"And the bell-rope is by the fire."
"Phenomenal, Watson."
"By God, Holmes, for once I wish you might be in error."
"I seldom am in error. Think of our subject, Watson. She has come from a miserable life, which has toughened her almost into steel, to a great fortune. Now she thinks she may have anything she wants, and do as she wishes. She flies in the face of convention, as exemplified in her refusal to wear mourning for the old lady. She prefers, now she can afford better, an inferior writing-paper she likes-a little thing, but how stubborn, how wilful. And she has got us here by dint of her wiles and her lies."
"Then in God's name why?"
"Of that I have no definite idea. But she is in the grip of someone, we may be sure of it. Some powerful man who bears me a grudge. He has a honed and evil cast of mind, and works her strings like a master of marionettes. Certain women, and often the more strong among their sex, are made slaves by the man who can subdue them. And now, old chap, I shall be delighted to see you later."
I was so downcast and irascible after our talk, I went up to my room, where I wrote out the facts of the case up to that point. These notes have assisted me now, in putting the story together at last.
When I went down to lunch, I found Holmes once more absent, and Miss Caston also. She sent me her compliments by Nettie, who said her mistress was suffering from a cruel headache to which she was prone. Naturally I asked if I could be of any help. I was rather relieved, things standing as now they did, when Nettie thanked me and declined.
Vine waited on me at lunch, in a slapdash ma
Finally I went upstairs again to dress for di
Outside, night had thickened, and the snow still fell. Dressed, I kept my revolver by me. Tonight was the fifth night of the Caston curse, and despite Holmes's words, perhaps because of them, I still feared not only for my friend, but for Eleanor Caston.
As I went down the corridor, for some reason I paused to look out again, through a window there. Before me on the pale ground I saw something run glimmering, like a phantom. Despite what we had learned, I drew back, startled. It was the Caston fox, pure white, its eyes flashing green in the light of the windows.
"Yes, sir. The beast exists."
I turned, and there stood the footman, Vine. He was clad, not in his uniform, but in a decent farmer's best, and looked in it both older and more sober.
"The fox is not a myth," I said.
"No, sir."
"Why are you dressed in that way?"
"I am going home. I have given her my notice. I have no mind to stay longer. I will take up my life on the land, as I was meant to. There is a living to be made there, without bowing and scraping. And when I have enough put by, I shall bring Lucy home, and marry her."
From a bad-tempered boy he had become a man, I saw. My instinct was to respect him, but I said, "And what of your mistress, Miss Caston?"
"She may do as she pleases. There was love, but nothing improper between Lucy and me. That was her excuse. Miss Caston threw Lucy out on account of her reading-and I will say it now, on account of you, sir, and Mr. Holmes."
Dumbfounded, I asked what he meant.
"Why, sir, when Miss Caston came here, she would rather have read the coal-scuttle than anything of yours."
"Indeed."
"Any popular story was beneath her. She likes the Greek philosophers and all such. But when she had her headaches, Lucy read to her, and one day it was a tale of yours, sir, concerning Mr. Holmes. And after that, Lucy read others, since Miss Caston asked for them."
My vanity was touched, I confess. But there was more to this than my vanity.
"She made a regular study of Mr. Holmes, through your tales, Doctor. And then, this last September, she said Lucy must go, as her conduct with me was unseemly, which it never was. Even so, she gave my girl a fine reference, and Lucy has work now in a house better than this one."
I was searching in my mind for what to say, when the lad gave me a nod, and walked away. There was a travelling bag in his hand.
"But the weather, the snow," I said.
"This is a cold house," said he. "Snow is nothing to that." And he was gone.
Downstairs, I found Holmes, as I had hoped to. He stood by the dining room hearth, drinking a whisky and soda.
"Well, Watson, some insight has come your way."
"How do you know?"
"Merely look in a mirror. Something has fired you up."
We drew back from the hearth, mindful of a listener in the secret place behind it, and I told him what Vine had said.
"Ah, yes," said Holmes. "She has studied me. This confirms what I suspected. I think you see it too, do you not?"
"It is very strange."
"But the man who is her master, despite all my efforts, with which I will not tax you, he eludes me. What is his purpose? His name? It is a long way round to come at me."
Just then, Eleanor Caston entered the room. She wore a gown the dark colour of the green holly, which displayed her milk-white shoulders. Her burnished hair was worn partly loose. Seldom have I seen so fetching a woman.
Our di
Then Miss Caston said, "At midnight, all this will be over. I shall be safe, then, surely. I do believe your presence, Mr. Holmes, has driven the danger off. I will be forever in your debt."