THE BLUE DIAMOND (Murder Mystery Classic). Annie Haynes
down to me to get a letter to her ladyship before dinner, she did. We can’t see daylight in the matter, me and Mr. Jenkins can’t.”
Arthur looked from one to the other in utter amazement as they mentioned further particulars; the story appeared to him improbable in the extreme, and he was inclined to ridicule it.
“Oh, well, she can’t be far off, that’s certain!” he cried in a tone of raillery as he turned to accompany them. “We must have a general search. She wouldn’t be likely to take offence at anything and go home in a hurry, I suppose?”
Jenkins joined them now, lamp in hand.
“I have been in some of the rooms as are not in general use, Sir Arthur,” he said apologetically, “thinking the young woman might have got in there by mistake, though it don’t seem likely. But, begging your pardon, I couldn’t help hearing what you were saying to her ladyship, Sir Arthur, and I can answer for it the nurse hasn’t gone home, nor nothing of that sort, for all the doors are fastened same as I did them myself before dinner, as her ladyship bade me, all except the big doors, that is to say, and them I fastened as soon as the company was gone, and I was in the hall myself with James seeing after the coats and things till then. No, she is in the house, Sir Arthur, you may take it from me.”
“Oh, well, then she will soon be found,” Arthur decided cheerfully. “One of us will go in search of her one way and one another. It will be a regular hide-and-seek business. I really think that there ought to be some sort of prize for the one that finds, what do you say to that, mother?”
Lady Laura did not echo his laugh; her face was unwontedly pale, her dark eyes looked frightened.
“I do not know what to think,” she said unsteadily. “I don’t feel quite comfortable about it really, Arthur!”
“No more do I, my lady,” chimed in Parkyns obsequiously. “If the young woman has been taken ill, or—”
“Well, we will soon find her,” concluded Arthur, to whom the affair appeared rather a joke. “Here is Dorothy in time to join the search”—as the girl, her white peignoir thrown hastily on and her long fair hair floating over her shoulders, came to the top of the staircase, drawing back hastily as she saw the little group below—“or do you bring us news of the runaway, Dorothy?” he went on, raising his voice.
“What runaway?” Dorothy asked. “I don’t know what you mean. I thought I heard Aunt Laura’s voice and nobody came when I rang. I was so frightened by that shriek that when I heard people moving I came to see what it was all about.”
“What shriek? What did you hear?” asked Arthur rapidly, while Lady Laura and Mavis turned pale, and Parkyns, with a murmured “Heaven save us!” threw up her hands.
Dorothy was not inclined to explain.
“Oh, it was nothing! I dare say I fancied it,” she murmured as Arthur put his foot on the stairs and she quickened her steps down the corridor. “It—it was silly of me to be frightened, that’s all.”
“One moment, dear,” and, putting her son back with one hand, Lady Laura hurried after the girl. “Wait a moment, Dorothy. What was it you heard exactly, and when?”
Arthur and Mavis were following their mother, and Mrs. Parkyns was pantingly bringing up the rear.
“It was just after I came upstairs, Aunt Laura. You know I was a little early, and I was alone, sitting before my glass thinking over different things, when I heard a cry—a sort of muffled, choking scream, that was all—but it made me feel just a little nervous. I waited some time, thinking that Mavis would be sure to come in on her way up for a chat; but she did not, and at last I rang for Celestine; and then, as she did not answer and I could hear that you were moving about and talking—I heard you speak, Aunt Laura—I came out just to see if there was anything wrong. What is it really?”
“We cannot find Nurse Marston,” Lady Laura continued in reply to Dorothy’s question. “Arthur, I cannot understand it,” as her son joined them and Dorothy entered her room. “What could it have been that Dorothy heard?”
“Where is Dorothy sleeping?” Arthur answered her question by another and his face was grave.
“Over—over the small library,” Lady Laura said, with a quiver in her usually clear, full tones. “Arthur, you do not think that any harm has happened to her—to Nurse Marston?”
“In the house? Not likely!” Arthur said reassuringly. “I was thinking—I suppose nobody knows whether Nurse Marston was subject to fits”—raising his voice—“or anything of that kind? I have heard they go off with a scream.”
“If she had been, Sir Arthur, she would hardly have been fit for her work at the hospital, I should say,” Mrs. Parkyns submitted respectfully.
“Didn’t Garth tell us she had severed her connection with the hospital?” Sir Arthur demanded. “Ah”—as his mother made a gesture of assent—“you may depend upon it that accounts for it! She has had an attack somewhere or other, and is hors de combat for the time being. Garth ought not to have sent us such a person, I think.”
“Arthur,” interposed Mavis, looking by no means reassured by this easy fashion of disposing of things, “supposing that Nurse Marston did have a fit while she was waiting for mother, where is she now? Minnie and Parkyns have looked through all the rooms.”
For a moment Arthur was nonplussed.
“It seems to me she must have been trying to avoid them,” he decided at last. “It is a queer sort of business altogether. I shall go down to the small library and take a good look round myself.”
“That will be no use,” Lady Laura said decidedly.” My dear Arthur, do you forget that I sat waiting for her in that room for more than a quarter of an hour before I made any inquiry at all? Wherever she may be, it is assuredly not there. I did think it was possible that she had lost her way, but—”
“We will go through to the bottom part of the house,” Sir Arthur said after an almost imperceptible pause, “and as soon as we have thoroughly satisfied ourselves that she is not in any one room the door shall be locked. Come, Jenkins! Mother, you and the girls had better go to bed. I will bring you word as soon as we find her.”
“My dear, do you think it would be possible for me to rest until we know something more definite?” Lady Laura asked reproachfully. “I am coming with you now.”
The green baize door leading to the kitchen part of the house was standing open; contrary to rule, and close to it the servants were assembled in quite a crowd, looking bewildered and mystified as they gossiped over Nurse Marston’s disappearance. For once their presence there passed without rebuke from Mrs. Parkyns, whose nerves were, as she phrased it, “quite overset” for the time being.
“Has anyone seen anything of Nurse Marston?” Sir Arthur demanded, pausing.
There was a moment’s silence, followed by a medley of negatives, in the midst of which the head housemaid’s voice made itself heard:
“We have been in every room on the first and second floor, Sir Arthur, but there isn’t as much as a sign of her.”
“It is quite evident that I shall have to look for her myself,” Sir Arthur said, with an attempt to laugh that ended in a failure. Truth to tell, the affair was beginning to puzzle him more than he would have cared to confess, and his face, as he turned down the passage leading to the small library, wore a distinctly uneasy expression.
There was a general move to follow him, but he held up his hand.
“Not every one, please! You, Jenkins—and Parkyns. Mother, if you could persuade Mavis to go to Dorothy—”
“Yes, Mavis dear, and see how that poor thing is getting on. Take care she suspects nothing of this, or she will be very upset.”
Somewhat unwillingly, Mavis obeyed, and Lady Laura joined her son.
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