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The Big Bow Mystery - Chapter 9 The Big Bow Mystery - Chapter 9

The Big Bow Mystery - Chapter 9
CHAPTER IXFor a moment there was an acute, terrible silence. Mortlake's face was that of a corpse; the face of the dead man at his side was flushed with the hues of life. To the overstrung nerves of the onlookers, the brooding eyes of the picture seemed sad and stern with menace, and charged with the lightnings of doom. It was a horrible contrast. For Wimp, alone, the painted face had fuller, more tragical meanings. The audience seemed turned to stone. They sat or stood--in every variety of attitude--frozen, rigid. Arthur Constant's picture dominated the scene, the only living thing in... Long Stories - Post by : blakekr - Date : May 2012 - Author : Israel Zangwill - Read : 755

The Big Bow Mystery - Chapter 8 The Big Bow Mystery - Chapter 8

The Big Bow Mystery - Chapter 8
CHAPTER VIIIThe New Year drew Mrs. Drabdump a new lodger. He was an old gentleman with a long grey beard. He rented the rooms of the late Mr. Constant, and lived a very retired life. Haunted rooms--or rooms that ought to be haunted if the ghosts of those murdered in them had any self-respect--are supposed to fetch a lower rent in the market. The whole Irish problem might be solved if the spirits of "Mr. Balfour's victims" would only depreciate the value of property to a point consistent with the support of an agricultural population. But Mrs. Drabdump's new lodger paid... Long Stories - Post by : blakekr - Date : May 2012 - Author : Israel Zangwill - Read : 2535

The Big Bow Mystery - Chapter 7 The Big Bow Mystery - Chapter 7

The Big Bow Mystery - Chapter 7
CHAPTER VIIWhen Wimp invited Grodman to eat his Christmas plum-pudding at King's Cross, Grodman was only a little surprised. The two men were always overwhelmingly cordial when they met, in order to disguise their mutual detestation. When people really like each other, they make no concealment of their mutual contempt. In his letter to Grodman, Wimp said that he thought it might be nicer for him to keep Christmas in company than in solitary state. There seems to be a general prejudice in favour of Christmas numbers, and Grodman yielded to it. Besides, he thought that a peep at the Wimp... Long Stories - Post by : blakekr - Date : May 2012 - Author : Israel Zangwill - Read : 1957

The Big Bow Mystery - Chapter 6 The Big Bow Mystery - Chapter 6

The Big Bow Mystery - Chapter 6
CHAPTER VIMrs. Crowl surveyed Denzil Cantercot so stonily and cut him his beef so savagely that he said grace when the dinner was over. Peter fed his metaphysical genius on tomatoes. He was tolerant enough to allow his family to follow their Fads; but no savoury smells ever tempted him to be false to his vegetable loves. Besides, meat might have reminded him too much of his work. There is nothing like leather, but Bow beefsteaks occasionally come very near it. After dinner Denzil usually indulged in poetic reverie. But to-day he did not take his nap. He went out at... Long Stories - Post by : blakekr - Date : May 2012 - Author : Israel Zangwill - Read : 3153

The Big Bow Mystery - Chapter 5 The Big Bow Mystery - Chapter 5

The Big Bow Mystery - Chapter 5
CHAPTER V"Yes, but what will become of the Beautiful?" said Denzil Cantercot. "Hang the Beautiful!" said Peter Crowl, as if he were on the committee of the Academy. "Give me the True." Denzil did nothing of the sort. He didn't happen to have it about him. Denzil Cantercot stood smoking a cigarette in his landlord's shop, and imparting an air of distinction and an agreeable aroma to the close leathery atmosphere. Crowl cobbled away, talking to his tenant without raising his eyes. He was a small, big-headed, sallow, sad-eyed man, with a greasy apron. Denzil was wearing a heavy overcoat with... Long Stories - Post by : blakekr - Date : May 2012 - Author : Israel Zangwill - Read : 656

The Big Bow Mystery - Chapter 4 The Big Bow Mystery - Chapter 4

The Big Bow Mystery - Chapter 4
CHAPTER IVBut Sandy Sanderson's burning solicitude to fix the crime flickered out in the face of opposition, and in the end he bowed his head to the inevitable "open verdict." Then the floodgates of inkland were opened, and the deluge pattered for nine days on the deaf coffin where the poor idealist mouldered. The tongues of the Press were loosened, and the leader-writers revelled in recapitulating the circumstances of "The Big Bow Mystery," though they could contribute nothing but adjectives to the solution. The papers teemed with letters--it was a kind of Indian summer of the silly season. But the editors... Long Stories - Post by : blakekr - Date : May 2012 - Author : Israel Zangwill - Read : 1791

The Big Bow Mystery - Chapter 3 The Big Bow Mystery - Chapter 3

The Big Bow Mystery - Chapter 3
CHAPTER IIIBefore the inquiry was resumed, all the poor wretches in custody had been released on suspicion that they were innocent; there was not a single case even for a magistrate. Clues, which at such seasons are gathered by the police like blackberries off the hedges, were scanty and unripe. Inferior specimens were offered them by bushels, but there was not a good one among the lot. The police could not even manufacture a clue. Arthur Constant's death was already the theme of every hearth, railway-carriage, and public-house. The dead idealist had points of contact with so many spheres. The East-end... Long Stories - Post by : blakekr - Date : May 2012 - Author : Israel Zangwill - Read : 2349

The Merely Mary Ann - Chapter 2 The Merely Mary Ann - Chapter 2

The Merely Mary Ann - Chapter 2
CHAPTER IIIt was a long time before Mary Ann came so prominently into the centre of Lancelot's consciousness again. She remained somewhere in the outer periphery of his thought--nowhere near the bull's-eye, so to speak--as a vague automaton that worked when he pulled a bell-rope. Infinitely more important things were troubling him; the visit of Peter had somehow put a keener edge on his blunted self-confidence; he had started a grand opera, and worked at it furiously in all the intervals left him by his engrossing pursuit after a publisher. Sometimes he would look up from his hieroglyphics and see Mary... Long Stories - Post by : blakekr - Date : May 2012 - Author : Israel Zangwill - Read : 689

The Merely Mary Ann - Chapter 1 The Merely Mary Ann - Chapter 1

The Merely Mary Ann - Chapter 1
CHAPTER ISometimes Lancelot's bell rang up Mrs. Leadbatter herself, but far more often merely Mary Ann. The first time Lancelot saw Mary Ann she was cleaning the steps. He avoided treading upon her, being kind to animals. For the moment she was merely a quadruped, whose head was never lifted to the stars. Her faded print dress showed like the quivering hide of some crouching animal. There were strange irregular splashes of pink in the hide, standing out in bright contrast with the neutral background. These were scraps of the original material neatly patched in. The cold, damp steps gave Lancelot... Long Stories - Post by : blakekr - Date : May 2012 - Author : Israel Zangwill - Read : 3358

The Serio-comic Governess - Chapter 21 The Serio-comic Governess - Chapter 21

The Serio-comic Governess - Chapter 21
CHAPTER XXISir Robert Maper simply could not get up on the Monday morning. The agony of suspense was too keen, and he lay with closed eyes, trying to drowse his consciousness, and exchanging it in his fitful snatches of sleep for oppressive dreams, in one of which Eileen figured as a Lorelei, combing her locks on a rock as she sang her siren song. But she did not prolong his agony beyond mid-day. "MY DEAR SIR ROBERT,--Both of us are dead and gone, so, alas! neither can marry you. Don't be alarmed, we are only dead to the world,... Long Stories - Post by : blakekr - Date : May 2012 - Author : Israel Zangwill - Read : 2420

The Serio-comic Governess - Chapter 20 The Serio-comic Governess - Chapter 20

The Serio-comic Governess - Chapter 20
CHAPTER XXEileen slept little. The dramatic possibilities of the interview with Colonel Doherty were too agitating and too numerous. This time the marionette-play needed writing. Who should receive him when he called? Eileen O'Keeffe or Nelly O'Neill? Either possibility offered exquisite comedy. Eileen--as plain as possible--with a high, black dress, drooped lids, stiffly brushed hair, even eyeglasses perhaps, with a deportment redolent of bread-and-butter and five-finger exercises, could perhaps disenchant him sufficiently to make him moderate his matrimonial ardour, even to hurry off apologetically to his serio-comic Circe round the corner. What a triumph of acting if she could drive him... Long Stories - Post by : blakekr - Date : May 2012 - Author : Israel Zangwill - Read : 1421

The Serio-comic Governess - Chapter 19 The Serio-comic Governess - Chapter 19

The Serio-comic Governess - Chapter 19
CHAPTER XIX"Lucky I'm in evening dress," she said, loosening her cloak as they went through a corridor, shimmering with dresses and diamonds, to a crowded supper-room. "But you're always in evening dress, surely." "I might have been in tights." And she had a malicious self-wounding pleasure in watching him gasp. She hurried into a revelation of her exact position, as soon as they had secured a just-vacated little table in a window niche. She omitted only Colonel Doherty. He listened breathlessly. "And nobody knows you are Eileen O'Keeffe, I mean Nelly O'Neill?" She laughed. "You see _you don't know which I... Long Stories - Post by : blakekr - Date : May 2012 - Author : Israel Zangwill - Read : 1008

The Serio-comic Governess - Chapter 18 The Serio-comic Governess - Chapter 18

The Serio-comic Governess - Chapter 18
CHAPTER XVIIIShe had missed her turn at the third Hall, but she did not care. She went on and gave a spiritless performance. It fell dead, but she cared less. Her head throbbed with a dozen possibilities. She was still undiscovered. As she sat resting on her couch ere resuming her work-a-day gown, her nerves stretched to snapping point, and old Irish songs crooning themselves irrelevantly in her brain, a telegram was handed her. "He has found out," she thought, going hot and cold. She tore open the pink envelope... and burst into a shriek of laughter. The dresser rushed in,... Long Stories - Post by : blakekr - Date : May 2012 - Author : Israel Zangwill - Read : 1909

The Serio-comic Governess - Chapter 17 The Serio-comic Governess - Chapter 17

The Serio-comic Governess - Chapter 17
CHAPTER XVIIWould she ever get through her three Halls? It did not seem as if she had strength for the Half-and-Half itself. She nerved herself to the task, and knew, not merely from the shrieks of delight, that she had surpassed herself. Happy and flushed she flung herself into her waiting cab. She had the 9.45 turn at her second and most fashionable Hall--a Hall where the chairman had been replaced by programme numbers--and then would come her third and last appearance at 10.35. It was strange to think that in another hour Nelly O'Neill's career would be over. It seemed... Long Stories - Post by : blakekr - Date : May 2012 - Author : Israel Zangwill - Read : 1355

The Serio-comic Governess - Chapter 13 The Serio-comic Governess - Chapter 13

The Serio-comic Governess - Chapter 13
CHAPTER XIIIDespite her private stage-fright, Nelly O'Neill, the new serio-comic, made a big hit. Her innocent roguery was captivating; her virginal freshness floated over the footlights, like a spring breeze through the smoky Hall. "Well, you _are an all-round success," cried Jolly Jack Jenkins, pumping her hand off at the wings, amid a thunder of applause, encores, and whistles. "You mean a Half-and-Half!" laughed Nelly through Eileen's tears. She had given herself to the audience, but how it had given itself in return, flashing back to her in electric waves its monstrous vitality, its apparently single life. The Half-and-Half was one... Long Stories - Post by : blakekr - Date : May 2012 - Author : Israel Zangwill - Read : 794

The Serio-comic Governess - Chapter 12 The Serio-comic Governess - Chapter 12

The Serio-comic Governess - Chapter 12
CHAPTER XIIEileen's next place was--as if by contrast--with a much more genteel family, and a much poorer, though it flew higher socially. It lived in a house, half in a fashionable London terrace, half in a shabby side street, and its abode was typical of its ambitions and its means. Mrs. Lee Carter drew the line clearly between herself and her governess, which was a blessing, for it meant Eileen's total exclusion from her social life, and Eileen's consequent enjoyment of her own evenings at home or abroad, as she wished. This unusual freedom compensated for the hard work of teaching... Long Stories - Post by : blakekr - Date : May 2012 - Author : Israel Zangwill - Read : 1806

The Serio-comic Governess - Chapter 11 The Serio-comic Governess - Chapter 11

The Serio-comic Governess - Chapter 11
CHAPTER XIThe next morning, as she sat answering advertisements, the programme-girl knocked at the door of the bedroom and announced that Mr. Maper had called. Eileen turned red. It was too disconcerting. Would he never take "no" for an answer? "I won't see him. I can't see him," she cried. The girl departed and returned. "Oh, Miss O'Keeffe, he begs so for only one word." "The word is 'no.'" "After he's been so kind as to bring your box down!" "Oh, has he? Then the word is 'thanks.'" "Please, miss, would you mind giving it to him yourself?" "Who's Irish, you... Long Stories - Post by : blakekr - Date : May 2012 - Author : Israel Zangwill - Read : 2718

The Serio-comic Governess - Chapter 10 The Serio-comic Governess - Chapter 10

The Serio-comic Governess - Chapter 10
CHAPTER XWhile packing her big box, she had decided to try to lodge that night with a programme-girl she had got to know at the Theatre Royal, and the motive that set her pace was the desire to find her before she had started for the theatre. The girl usually hovered about Mrs. Maper's box. Once Eileen had asked her why she wasn't in evidence the week before. "Lord, miss," she said, "didn't you recognise me on the stage?" Eileen thus discovered that the girl sometimes figured as a super, when travelling companies came with sensational pieces, relying upon local talent,... Long Stories - Post by : blakekr - Date : May 2012 - Author : Israel Zangwill - Read : 3330

The Serio-comic Governess - Chapter 9 The Serio-comic Governess - Chapter 9

The Serio-comic Governess - Chapter 9
CHAPTER IXThe next evening she sat in the drawing-room before dinner, softly playing an accompaniment to her thoughts. Why didn't she feel anything about Robert Maper except a mild irritation at the destruction of so truly platonic a converse? In a book, of which his proposal savoured, she would have found him quite a romantic person. In the actuality she felt as frigid as if his marble forehead was chilling her, and what she remembered most acutely was his fishlike gasping. Then, too, the contradictoriness of his social attitude, his desire to make her a rich drone, his shame at his... Long Stories - Post by : blakekr - Date : May 2012 - Author : Israel Zangwill - Read : 1041

The Serio-comic Governess - Chapter 8 The Serio-comic Governess - Chapter 8

The Serio-comic Governess - Chapter 8
CHAPTER VIIIEileen became interested in Robert Maper, for the old books he opened up to her were quite new and enlarging. She had imagined the Church replacing Paganism as light replaced darkness. Now she felt that it was only as gas replaced candle-light. The darkness was less Egyptian than the nuns insinuated. Plato in particular was a veritable chandelier. It occurred to her suddenly that he might be on the black list. But she was afraid to ask her Confessor for fear of hearing her doubt confirmed. To tell the good father of the semi-secret meetings in the library would have... Long Stories - Post by : blakekr - Date : May 2012 - Author : Israel Zangwill - Read : 2753