The Red Window. Hume Fergus

cook and housemaid. But Mrs. Gilroy still held her ground and caught hold of Beryl's arm. "Keep him fast, sir," she said savagely. "He came this night and murdered the master."

      "Julius, it is a lie!"

      "I hope so," said Beryl, who looked pale and startled; "but you know you quarrelled with my uncle."

      "Ah, did he?" said the policeman, and felt for his pocket-book. In doing so, he slightly relaxed his grip, and Bernard was quick to take advantage of the chance. Had he but reflected for a moment, he would have stood his ground and have faced the worst; but with the accusing face of Mrs. Gilroy before him, and a memory of the housemaid's evidence and Beryl's enmity, he decided hastily to fly. In a moment he laid the policeman flat on his back by a quick wrestling trick, and darted out into the street. Mrs. Gilroy ran to the door shrieking murder, and the word was heard by three or four policemen who were tramping hurriedly along in the wake of the breathless page. At once they realized the situation, and plunged into the fog after the flying form of the soldier. The page followed also, but speedily returned with the news that the fugitive was running towards High Street.

      "He's bound to be caught," said Mrs. Gilroy.

      "I hope not," said Beryl, who was standing in the hall much disturbed. "After all, he is my cousin."

      "And a murderer," added the housekeeper. "Wait here, policeman."

      "But he's got away," said the officer, considerably ruffled by the escape. "I must follow."

      "The others are after him," said Julius, drawing him back. "You can't follow in the fog. It's thicker than ever. Mrs. Webber."

      "Oh, what's the matter?" asked a trembling voice, and a white face appeared at the window of the carriage which stood at the door. "Mr. Beryl!"

      "Sir Simon has been murdered by his grandson," said Julius, running down the steps and speaking quietly.

      Mrs. Webber threw herself back into the carriage and shrieked, "Oh, horrible! Drive away – drive away."

      "No! no!" said Beryl, anxiously. "Lucy is upstairs with the corpse. Come and take her away. She can't remain here."

      "Yes, I know," said Mrs. Webber, recovering from her momentary alarm, and getting hastily out of the carriage. "James, where is Francis?"

      "He's gone off after the murderer, mum," said James, touching his hat; "but for the 'orses I'd have gone also."

      "Wait – wait," said Mrs. Webber, hurrying up the steps. "How terrible – poor Sir Simon. Where is the body?" she asked, shuddering.

      "In the sitting-room on the first floor," said Mrs. Gilroy.

      "Where the red light is?" asked the lady.

      "There is no red light," said Mrs. Gilroy.

      "But I tell you there is," said Mrs. Webber. "I saw it when I heard the horrid cry of murder."

      "The red light," said Julius, starting. "I wonder" – he hurried outside and looked up to the dark front of the house. "There's no red light, Mrs. Webber," he called out.

      "I knew there wasn't," cried Mrs. Gilroy, sitting down, evidently exhausted. "You must be mistaken, ma'am."

      Mrs. Webber ran out also. "I am not mistaken. Why" – she stared up also – "there is none. Yet I am sure – I'll ask Lucy," and she ran into the house again. "Come and show me where the poor man is."

      This was to Mrs. Gilroy, who rose slowly and walked heavily up the stairs. "Are you in pain, Mrs. Gilroy?" asked Julius, who followed.

      "Yes," she muttered, pressing her hand to her side. "Mr. Gore gave me a wrench when I struggled with him. My poor master," and sighing heavily, she panted up the stair.

      In the room, Lucy was kneeling beside the dead, with the tears streaming down her cheeks and holding the limp hand. "How terrible it is!" she sobbed. "He was so well and bright when I left to go to the theatre, and now" – she broke down. Julius supported her to the sofa and strove to calm her.

      "It is terrible," he said soothingly. "I think you had better go back with Mrs. Webber."

      "No!" she said, drying her eyes. "I will wait here."

      "Yes, do, miss," chorussed the cook and the housemaid, who were both in a state of wild alarm.

      "Nothing of the sort," said Mrs. Webber, laying her hand on the girl's shoulder. "Come home with me, dear."

      Mrs. Webber was a small, dark, stern-looking little woman with a high color, although her face was very white at the present awful moment. She was possessed of considerable determination, as could be seen from her firm mouth. But Lucy, in spite of her youth and the crushing to which she had been subjected by Sir Simon, had the stronger will, and positively refused to leave the house.

      "He was my only friend," she said, rising, "and I won't go away."

      "You can do nothing, dear," said Julius, quickly.

      "I can help the nurse with the body," she answered. "Don't say another word, Julius. My post is here. Send for someone at once to lay out the body, unless you – " She looked at Jane and the cook.

      These cowards shrieked simultaneously, and with one accord fled to the lower regions, where they sat up for the rest of the night drinking strong tea, and discussing the tragic event with the gusto peculiar to their class. The policeman joined them here later, and asked after the courting of Jane.

      Meantime Mrs. Webber, finding all remonstrance vain, had departed. Mrs. Gilroy remained alone with the dead body, and Julius, leading Lucy to another room, answered the inquiries of an inspector who had appeared on the scene. He noted all replies made, and explained that the fugitive had not yet been caught. "And I don't know if he will be," added Inspector Groom, shrugging his shoulders; "the fog is thick."

      "And Bernard is very quick," said Lucy, sipping a glass of wine which she sorely needed. "Oh, I hope he'll get away!"

      "Very natural," said Groom, nodding. "You don't want the scandal."

      "I don't want Bernard hanged," said Miss Randolph.

      "Ah! Then you think he is guilty."

      "Mrs. Gilroy says he is," answered the girl, sobbing, "and I know Bernard was on bad terms with Sir Simon. Julius, perhaps after all Bernard may be innocent."

      "I hope so," said Beryl, dubiously; "but according to Jane, Bernard has been hanging round the house for the last fortnight, and – "

      "Ah!" said Groom, sharply, "hanging round the house, eh? I must speak to Jane. Who is she?"

      "The housemaid. Bernard has been making love to her."

      "I don't believe that is true," said Lucy.

      "Young gentlemen do take strange fancies sometimes," said Groom, "and some housemaids are pretty."

      Lucy's lip curled. "Jane is not pretty," said she, decidedly, "and Bernard is far too fastidious a man to lower himself in that way."

      "Well, the long and the short of it is, that he has been hanging round the house," put in Beryl, biting his fingers impatiently. "Probably he came here this evening, and saw Sir Simon in answer to the signal of the Red Window."

      "The Red Window!" echoed Lucy.

      "Yes. You told me about the signal this evening."

      "But I did not place a lamp in any window, and there is no Red Window here. Had I done that to attract Bernard, I should have told you."

      "I don't think you would," said Beryl, with a significant expression; "but the fact remains, Mrs. Webber saw the Red Window."

      "You did not."

      "No. But a piece of red stuff may have been used to make the light, and then removed."

      "Mrs. Gilroy may know about it."

      But Mrs. Gilroy, when questioned, did not. She never knew anything about a red light. Sir Simon had expressed the wish to see the soldier, and had sent down to the kitchen before six. "He was then having tea with Jane."

      "Did you see him?" asked the inspector.

      "No. Had I done