‘We carried the corpse upstairs between us, and laid it gently on the bed. I’ve often wondered since where the poor mother’s strength came from, but it was lent her for the need. Then, sitting close to me for the remainder of the night, she told me her story—how the poor girl had led such an unhappy life with her harsh, ill-tempered father, that she had been tempted into a foolish marriage by the first lover that offered her affection and a peaceful home.
‘“I always hoped she would come back to us,” said Mrs Greenslade, “for her husband had deserted her, leaving her destitute; and yet, although she knew how to enter the house unobserved, I dreaded her doing so, because of her father’s bitter enmity. Only last night, Mrs Browser, I awoke from sleep, and fancied I heard a sobbing in my room. I whispered, ‘Who is there?’ and a voice replied, ‘Emily!’ But I thought it was a dream. If I had known—if I had but known!”
‘She lay so quiet and uncomplaining on my knee, only moving now and then, that she frightened me; and when the morning broke, I tried to shift her, and said,—
‘“Hadn’t I better go and see after the master, ma’am?”
‘As I mentioned his name, I could see the shudder that ran through her frame; but she motioned me away with her hand.
‘I went upstairs to a room Mr Greenslade called his dressing-room, and where I guessed he’d gone; and you’ll never believe, sir, the awful sight as met my eyes. I didn’t get over it for a month—did I, Browser?’
‘You haven’t got over it to this day, I’m sometimes thinking, missus.’
‘That means I’m off my head; but if it wasn’t for my head, I wonder where the business would go to. No, sir—if you’ll believe me, when I entered the room, there was the old man dead as mutton, hanging from a beam in the ceiling. I gave one shriek, and down I fell.’
‘I don’t wonder at it,’ cried Janie.