The Mystery of M. Felix. B. L. Farjeon

       CHAPTER X.

      OUR REPORTER GIVES MRS. MIDDLEMORE SOME SENSIBLE ADVICE.

      "Rejoining Mrs. Middlemore, our reporter informed her that he was satisfied that Sophy had heard nothing in the night.

      "'Of course she didn't,' said Mrs. Middlemore. 'Once she's in bed she lays like a log.'

      "'She's a sharp little thing,' observed our reporter.

      "'Sharp ain't the word, sir. What's going to be the end of her is more than I can fathom.'

      "'Has she a mother?'

      "'No.'

      "'Father?'

      "'If he can be called one. Drunk half his time, in trouble the other half.'

      "'So that poor Sophy has to look after herself?'

      "'Pretty well. She does odd jobs, and picks up a bit 'ere and a bit there. When M. Felix first come to live 'ere I'd made up my mind to 'ave 'er altogether with me, though she'd 'ave worrited the life out of me, I know she would; but he wouldn't let me 'ave nobody in the house but 'im, and wouldn't let nobody sleep in it a single night, so I 'ad to disappoint the child. I did take 'er in once or twice when she came round to me almost black and bloo with the way 'er brute of a father had served 'er, but I 'ad to be careful that M. Felix shouldn't see 'er--smuggling 'er into the kitchen when he was away, and letting 'er out very early in the morning--or I should never 'ave 'eard the last of it.'

      "'You are the only friend the girl has, it seems?'

      "'She ain't got many more.'

      "'Mind what I tell you, Mrs. Middlemore,' said our reporter, with the kindest intentions, 'there's capital stuff in Sophy. Now that M. Felix is gone it would be a charity to adopt her, if you haven't any of your own.'

      "'I ain't got none of my own,' said Mrs. Middlemore, shaking her head dubiously, 'but since I arksed 'er whether she'd like to live with me, and she said she would, she's got into ways that I don't think I could abide. You see, sir, she wasn't so old then, and I might 'ave moulded her. I don't know as I could do it now.'

      "'What ways do you refer to?'

      "'Well, sir, I've seen her selling papers in the streets----'

      "'That's not a crime,' interposed our reporter; 'especially if she does it for food.'

      "'If you won't mind my saying so,' said Mrs. Middlemore, with considerable dignity, 'I consider it low; but that's not so bad as selling matches, which is next door to begging.'

      "'But she doesn't beg?'

      "'No, I don't think she goes as low as that.'

      "'Nor steal?'

      "'No,' replied Mrs. Middlemore, with spirit, 'she'll take anything that's give to her, but's as honest as the sun, I'll say that of her.'

      "'All that you've told me of Sophy, Mrs. Middlemore, is in her favor, and I have already a sneaking regard for her.'

      "'Lord, sir!' exclaimed Mrs. Middlemore, misconstruing the sentiment, 'and you the gentleman that you are!'

      "'Yes,' repeated our reporter, complacently, 'a sneaking regard for her. Hawking papers and matches is not the loftiest occupation, but it is a form of commerce; and commerce, my dear madam, has made England what it is.'

      "It was not entirely without a selfish motive, although he was favorably disposed toward the poor waif, that our reporter wandered for a few moments from the engrossing subject of M. Felix's disappearance to the less eventful consideration of Sophy's welfare. By one of those processes of intuition which come to observant men by inspiration, as it were, he was impressed with the idea that Sophy might be useful to him and to us in the elucidation of the mystery concerning M. Felix. We will not weaken the interest of what is to follow by divulging whether this idea was or was not justified by results; our readers will be able to judge for themselves later on. His views regarding Sophy had their weight with Mrs. Middlemore.

      "'I mean to keep Sophy with me,' said that lady, 'for a little while at all events, and if she'll only keep away from the theaytres I'll do what I can for 'er.'

      "'Does she frequent theatres?'

      "'Does she?' exclaimed Mrs. Middlemore, and immediately answered herself after a favorite fashion with certain of her class. 'Doesn't she? Why she saves every copper she can get to go to the galleries, and when she ain't got no money she hangs round the stage doors to see the actors and actresses go in and out. I don't believe she could stay away if it was to save her life.'

      "'Persons in a much higher social position than ourselves,' said our reporter, turning every point to Sophy's advantage, 'are in the habit of hanging round stage doors. The stage is a great institution, Mrs. Middlemore, greater than ever it was before, and is courted--yes, my dear madam, courted--by the highest as well as the lowest in the land, from the Prince of Wales at the top to poor little Sophy at the bottom. Every fresh thing you tell me of Sophy makes me think better of her. But let us return to M. Felix. He would not allow you to have any person in the house, you say. What was his motive?'

      "'I can't say, sir, except that he wanted to keep 'isself to 'isself.'

      "'Did you expostulate with him?'

      "'Did I what, sir?'

      "'Did you tell him you would feel lonely without a companion occasionally?'

      "'Not me, sir. M. Felix wasn't the kind of gentleman you could cross. He 'ad a way of speaking, when he was giving orders you couldn't mistake. His word was lore, and he meant it to be. You ain't forgetting, sir, that he was master 'ere?'

      "'No, I'm not forgetting that. His orders, then, were to be obeyed without question?'

      "'They was, sir. He said to me, "When people don't do as I tell 'em, Mrs. Middlemore, I get rid of 'em."'

      "'A very dictatorial gentleman.'

      "'Only when he was saying, "This is to be," or, "That is to be." At other times he was as smooth as marble, and always passed a pleasant word.'

      "'He had visitors occasionally, I suppose?'

      "'Oh, yes, sir, but I scarcely ever sor them. Nearly always he let 'em in and out 'isself.'

      "'In a manner of speaking, then, he led a secret life?'

      "'Some might call it so. Gentlemen living in chambers do all sorts of things.'

      "'So I believe,' said our reporter, dryly.

      "'And it ain't for the likes of us to question 'em. We've got our living to make, and if it pays us to be mum, mum we must be.'

      "'I understand that. From what I can gather, Mrs. Middlemore, M. Felix had no family?'

      "'Not that I know of, sir.'

      "'As to his visitors, now, were they mostly ladies or gentlemen?'

      "'Mostly ladies, sir.'

      "'Have any of them been here to see his body?'

      "'Not one, sir.'

      "'That