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Portrait of Fergus Hume Fergus Hume The Whispering Lane — Chapter 3 (1925)

Publicly, Trant had the reputation of being a just and honourable officer, strict in his dealings with the criminal fraternity; privately, he possessed the common sense, arising from long experience, to know that there is a soul of good in all things evil. And that soul he was always looking for, so as to temper justice with mercy. Edith Danby was more fortunate than she knew, to have so reasonable a man in charge of such a baffling and suspicious case.
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Portrait of Fergus Hume Fergus Hume The Whispering Lane — Chapter 3 (1925)

CHAPTER III FACING THE WORST Noonday brought a motor-car from Tarhaven, which decanted Detective-Inspector Trant, two of his underlings and the Divisional-surgeon, at the gates of the cottage. Already the ill-news—travelling proverbially fast—was known in Fryfeld, and a gradually-increasing stream of excited villagers surged eagerly along the curved road towards the scene of the tragedy. Men and women, also children, morbidly curious, invaded the grounds of the solitary dwelling, to stare fearfully at its grim walls of grey stone, and pointed roof of sombre slates.
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Portrait of Fergus Hume Fergus Hume The Whispering Lane — Chapter 3 (1925)

White Nights, as the French call them, are unknown to me.”
“Naturally!” agreed Trant, cordially. “Youthful health and an untroubled conscience banish insomnia. I understand then, that you heard nothing?”
“Nothing! It never occurred to me to lie awake, expecting to hear anything.”
“Yet this cottage is very isolated, and the countryside is disturbed by the aftermath of the war. A burglar might have——”
Aileen laughed and shrugged her pretty shoulders. “Miss Danby and I have lived here for twelve months, in perfect peace and quietness.”
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