The Silent House

Fergus Hume
The Silent House, by Fergus
Hume

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Title: The Silent House
Author: Fergus Hume
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Language: English
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THE SILENT HOUSE
BY FERGUS HUME

New York C. H. DOSCHER
Copyright, 1907, by C. H. DOSCHER

[Illustration: I have ample time at my command, and I shall only be too
happy to place it and myself at your service]

CONTENTS
CHAP. PAGE
I--The Tenant of the Silent House 1
II--Shadows on the Blind 10
III--An Unsatisfactory Explanation 20
IV--Mrs. Kebby's Discovery 29
V--The Talk of the Town 38
VI--Mrs. Vrain's Story 47
VII--The Assurance Money 56
VIII--Diana Vrain 65
IX--A Marriage That Was a Failure 74
X--The Parti-Coloured Ribbon 83
XI--Further Discoveries 93
XII--The Veil and Its Owner 101
XIII--Gossip 111

XIV--The House in Jersey Street 121
XV--Rhoda and the Cloak 131
XVI--Mrs. Vrain at Bay 141
XVII--A Denial 151
XVIII--Who Bought the Cloak? 160
XIX--The Defence of Count Ferruci 169
XX--A New Development 179
XXI--Two Months Pass 187
XXII--At Berwin Manor 196
XXIII--A Startling Theory 206
XXIV--Lucian Is Surprised 215
XXV--A Dark Plot 224
XXVI--The Other Man's Wife 233
XXVII--A Confession 241
XXVIII--The Name of the Assassin 252
XXIX--Link Sets a Trap 262
XXX--Who Fell into the Trap 272
XXXI--A Strange Confession 282
XXXII--The Confession (continued) 291
XXXIII--What Rhoda Had to Say 301

XXXIV--The End of It All 310

THE SILENT HOUSE

CHAPTER I
THE TENANT OF THE SILENT HOUSE
Lucian Denzil was a briefless barrister, who so far departed from the
traditions of his brethren of the long robe as not to dwell within the
purlieus of the Temple. For certain private reasons, not unconnected
with economy, he occupied rooms in Geneva Square, Pimlico; and, for
the purposes of his profession, repaired daily, from ten to four, to
Serjeant's Inn, where he shared an office with a friend equally briefless
and poor.
This state of things sounds hardly enviable, but Lucian, being young
and independent to the extent of £300 a year, was not dissatisfied with
his position. As his age was only twenty-five, there was ample time, he
thought, to succeed in his profession; and, pending that desirable
consummation, he cultivated the muses on a little oatmeal, after the
fashion of his kind. There have been lives less happily circumstanced.
Geneva Square was a kind of backwater of the great river of town life
which swept past its entrance with speed and clamour without
disturbing the peace within. One long, narrow street led from a roaring
thoroughfare into a silent quadrangle of tall grey houses, occupied by
lodging-house keepers, city clerks and two or three artists, who
represented the Bohemian element of the place. In the centre there was
an oasis of green lawn, surrounded by rusty iron railings the height of a
man, dotted with elms of considerable age, and streaked with narrow
paths of yellow gravel.
The surrounding houses represented an eminently respectable

appearance, with their immaculately clean steps, white-curtained
windows, and neat boxes of flowers. The windows glittered like
diamonds, the door-knobs and plates shone with a yellow lustre, and
there were no sticks, or straws, or waste paper lying about to mar the
tidy look of the square.
With one exception, Geneva Square was a pattern of all that was
desirable in the way of cleanliness and order. One might hope to find
such a haven in some somnolent cathedral town, but scarcely in the
grimy, smoky, restless metropolis of London.
The exception to the notable spotlessness of the neighborhood was No.
13, a house in the centre of the side opposite to the entrance. Its
windows were dusty, and without blinds or curtains, there were no
flower-boxes on the ledges, the steps lacked whitewash, and the iron
railings looked rusty for want of paint. Stray straws and scraps of paper
found their way down the area, where the cracked pavement was damp
with green slime. Such beggars as occasionally wandered into the
square, to the scandal of its inhabitants, camped on the doorstep; and
the very door itself presented a battered, dissolute appearance.
Yet, for all its ill looks and disreputable suggestions, those who dwelt
in Geneva Square would not have seen it furbished up and occupied for
any money. They spoke about it in whispers, with ostentatious
tremblings, and daunted looks,
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