Mary Roberts Rinehart

Name: The Window at the White Cat — VI. A Fountain Pen
Author: Mary Roberts Rinehart

The Window at the White Cat — VI. A Fountain Pen (1910)

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“The Window at the White Cat — VI. A Fountain Pen”, published in 1910, is a work by Mary Roberts Rinehart. It explores elements such as Wardrop, Hunter and stairs.

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Mary Roberts Rinehart, The Window at the White Cat — VI. A Fountain Pen (1910)

“ He faced her, as if he had known the question must come and was prepared for it.
"I know that he is all right, Margery. He has been—out of town. If it had not been for something unforeseen that—happened within the last few hours, he would have been home to-day."
She drew a long breath of relief.
"And Aunt Jane?" she asked Hunter, from the head of the attic stairs, "you do not think she is dead?"
"Not until we have found something more," he answered tactlessly. "It's like where there's smoke there's fire; where there's murder there's a body." ”

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Mary Roberts Rinehart, The Window at the White Cat — VI. A Fountain Pen (1910)

“ HARRY WARDROP came back from the city at four o'clock, while Hunter was in the midst of his investigation. I met him in the hall and told him what had happened, and with this new apprehension added to the shock of the night before, he looked as though his nerves were ready to snap.
Wardrop was a man of perhaps twenty-seven, as tall as I, although not so heavy, with direct blue eyes and fair hair; altogether a manly and prepossessing sort of fellow. I was not surprised that Margery Fleming had found him attractive—he had the blond hair and off-hand manner that women seem to like. ”

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Mary Roberts Rinehart, The Window at the White Cat — VI. A Fountain Pen (1910)

“ I tell you, Knox, it is one of two things: either that woman is dead somewhere in this house, or she ran out of the hall door just before you went down-stairs, and in that case the Lord only knows where she is. If there is a room anywhere that we have not explored—"
"I am inclined to think there is," I broke in, thinking of Wardrop's face a few minutes before. And just then Wardrop himself joined us. He closed the door at the foot of the boxed-in staircase, and came quietly up.
"You spoke about an unused room or a secret closet, Mr. Hunter," he said, without any resentment in his tone. ”

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Mary Roberts Rinehart, The Window at the White Cat — VI. A Fountain Pen (1910)

“ In reply Hunter led the way down the stairs to the place where the stain on the stair rail stood out, ugly and distinct. He put his own heavy hand on the rail just below it.
"Suppose," he said, "suppose you grip something very hard, what happens to your hand?"
"It spreads," I acknowledged, seeing what he meant.
"Now, look at that stain. Look at the short fingers—why, it's a child's hand beside mine. The breadth is from pressure. It might be figured out this way. The fingers, you notice, point down the stairs. In some way, let us say, the burglar, for want of a better name, gets into the house. ”

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Mary Roberts Rinehart, The Window at the White Cat — VI. A Fountain Pen (1910)

“ I am dark, myself.
He seemed surprised to find Hunter there, and not particularly pleased, but he followed us to the upper floor and watched silently while Hunter went over the two rooms. Beside the large chest of drawers in the main attic Hunter found perhaps half a dozen drops of blood, and on the edge of the open drawer there were traces of more. In the inner room two trunks had been moved out nearly a foot, as he found by the faint dust that had been under them. With the stain on the stair rail, that was all he discovered, and it was little enough. ”

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Mary Roberts Rinehart, The Window at the White Cat — VI. A Fountain Pen (1910)

“ Mellon will come over to Aunt Letitia, and you must get some sleep."
"Sleep!" she said with scorn, as he helped her to her feet. "Sleep, when things like this are occurring! Father first, and now dear old Aunt Jane! Harry, do you know where my father is?" ”

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Mary Roberts Rinehart, The Window at the White Cat — VI. A Fountain Pen (1910)

“ A man, I mean?"
Margery stopped to think.
"Yes," she said finally. "It was very stealthy, but I think it was a man's step."
"You heard no sound of a struggle? No voices? No screams?"
"None at all," she said positively. And I added my quota.
"There could have been no such sounds," I said. "I sat in my room and smoked until a quarter to two. I heard nothing until then, when I heard Mr. Wardrop trying to get into the house. I went down to admit him, and—I found the front door open about an inch."
Hunter wheeled on Wardrop. ”

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