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The Mystery of a Hansom Cab

Chapter 9 MR. GORBY IS SATISFIED AT LAST.

Word Count: 3882    |    Released on: 29/11/2017

rkness and thinking of Whyte. Towards dawn, when the first faint glimmer of morning came through the venetian blinds, he fell into a sort of uneasy doze, haunted by horri

perspiration were standing on his brow. It was no use trying to sleep any longer, so, with a weary sigh, he arose and went to his tub, feeling jaded and worn out by worry and want of sleep. His bath did him some goo

rt of thing goes on," he said, bitterly, "I

as a small, dried-up little woman, with a wrinkled yellowish face. She seemed parched up and brittle. Whenever she moved she crackled, and one went in constant dread of seeing a wizen-looking limb break off short like the branch of some de

oom with the ARGUS and his coffee, a look of dismay at his

r shrill voice, as she placed her bur

hook hi

l, Mrs. Sampson," he answ

aid Mrs. Sampson, wisely, for she had her own ideas on the su

med such an obvious want of blood in her veins that

pouring out a cup of coffee for Brian, "an' the blood 'e 'ad was somethin' astoundin', which

ace, and under its friendly cove

rich stores of her imagination, "and the doctor was struck dumb with astonishmen

d of being treated as were Ananias and Sapphira. However, he said nothing, but

o the door, "you knows your way to the bell as easily as I do to th

ady, with her Arabian Nightlike romances, was a source of great amusement to him, and he felt considerably cheered by the odd turn her humour had taken this morning. After a time, however, his laughter ceased, and his troubles came crowding on him

th the crime, so I need not be afraid of my shadow. I've a good mind to leave town for a time, but if I am suspected that would excite suspicion. Oh, Madge! my darling," he cried passionately, "if you only knew what I suffer, I know that you would pity me-but you must never know the truth-Never! Never!" and sinking into a chair by the window, he covered

rs. Sampson," he said, "and prob

miraculous for makin' you take to your victuals. My mother's brother, bein' a sailor, an' wonderful

Fitzgerald, butt

n 'Oly Writ, as 'ow John the Baptist was partial to 'em, not that I think they'd

usts," said Brian

ks English, I 'opes, my mother's second cousin 'avin' 'ad first prize at a spellin' bee, tho

listening to Mrs. Sampson's remarks. He suddenly remembered an arrangem

m going to bring Mr. Frettlby and his daughter to have a

o some of my own perticler cakes, bein' a special kind I 'ave, which my mother showed me 'ow to make, 'avin' been taught by a lady as she nussed th

ppreciation of them, Mrs. Sampson should

ened one of her patients into convulsions during the night by narrating to her the history of all the co

ndow and watched him as he walked slowly down the stree

'ave a nice airy vault, which 'ud be far more comfortable than a close, stuffy grave, even tho' it 'as a tombstone an' vi'lets over it. Ah, now! Who are you, i

not hear her, he of course did not reply, so she hurried down the s

eeming it a good opportunity for enqui

Sampson, as she presented her thin body an

wered Gorby, meekly.

nd a-scratchin' the paint off the door, which it ain't been done over six months by my sister-

d live here?" asked

n' won't be back till the arternoon, which any messi

Gorby. "Would you allow me to h

the landlady, her cu

n we get inside,"

ut him, led the way upstairs, crackling loudly the whole time. This so astonished

n, "but I never heard anything like it, and she l

oom, and having closed the door, sat down and

e, your bill might come down on him unbeknown, 'e not 'avin' kept it in mind, which it ain't everybody as 'ave sich a good memory as my aunt on my

the shrill torrent of words, had given in, and waited mildly until she had

its, my late 'usband 'avin' bin a printer on a paper which bust up, not 'avin' the money to pay wages, thro' which, there was doo to him the sum of one pound seven and

the horns, he would never be able to get what he

gerald desires to insure his life in our company. I, therefore, want to find out if he is a g

ance is to a family, should the 'ead of it be taken off unexpected, leavin' a widder, which, as I know, Mr. Fitzgerald is a-goin' to

an?" said Mr. Gorby, fe

or drink, 'e being allays able to use his latch-key, and take 'is boots off afore going to bed,

keeps go

o be sure, I uses it as a figger of speech, none of the clocks in the 'ouse

ve?" asked Mr. Gorby, keenly

shly, and a smile crept ove

should be made for ornament instead of use, and Mr. Fitzgerald bein' one of the 'andsomest men in Melbourne, it ain't t

m awake when he comes in rea

leeper, and much disposed for bed, but I 'ave 'eard 'im

, for Thursday week was the night

eed poultice to put at the back of my 'ead, it being calculated to remove pain, as was told to me, when a nuss, by a doctor in the horspital, 'e now bein' in business for hisself, at Geelong, with a large family, 'avin' married

s?" asked Mr. Go

," replied Mrs. Sampson. Mr.

to cabman, making it half-past-say, he waited ten minutes for other cab to turn up, makes it twenty minutes to two-it would take another twenty minutes to get to East

tle slow sometimes, not 'avin' been cleaned for some time, wh

w on that night," sai

t five minutes past two

lady, sharply. "And 'ow do you kno

as it?" asked

s to be relied on more than men an' women-but it won't be anythin'

e detective, delighted with the information he

is good, tho' far be it from me to deny I 'elped 'im to select; but 'avin' another room of the same to let, any friends as

ownstairs. Left to himself, Mr. Gorby arose and looked round the room. It was excellently furnished, and th

etters, "as I don't know what they are, and I couldn't tell them if I saw them; but I'd like to find that missing glove and the bottle

off the sitting-room. The first thing that caught the detective's eye was a large photograph, in a plush frame, of Madge Frettlby.

tograph to two young men, both in love with you, and both hot-tempered. The result

room, caught sight of a light covert coat

nto them in turn. There were an old theatre programme and a pair of brown gloves in one, but in the second pocket Mr. Gorby made a discovery-none other than that of the missing

corresponds to all his movements after one o'clock on Thursday night, and this is the missing glove,

most carefully for it. At last, hearing Mrs. Sampson coming upstai

an form a chain of evidence, from what I have discovered, which will be sufficient to convict him. Besides

Sampson entered the room

about a shillin' in his gibberish, as if 'e 'adn't been brought up in a place where they don't know what a shillin' is. But I never could abide furreigners e

Mrs. Sampson's by stating that, now she had given him

for him, "as I'll 'ave the pleasure of seein' you again s

t like, as you'll be called as a witness," he added, mentally. "Did I understand you to

s young lady, who is Miss Frettlby, and 'as got no end of money, not bu

here," said Gorby, closing the gate; "I'll pro

who was allays fleshy, bein' a great eater, and fond of 'is glass, but I took arter my mother's family, they bein' th

while Gorby was being driven along at a good pace to the police office

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The Mystery of a Hansom Cab
The Mystery of a Hansom Cab
“In the dead of night on a lonely Melbourne street, a cabbie discovers to his horror that his drunken passenger has been murdered — poisoned with a chloroform-saturated handkerchief. The killer, his motive, and even the victim's identity are unknown. The last person to be seen in the victim's company cannot be identified and has vanished into the streets of the Australian metropolis. The solution lies within a labyrinth of dark secrets, missing papers, evasive witnesses, and a deadly game of blackmail.Ever since the publication of this 1886 mystery, the two-wheeled carriage known as a hansom cab has been linked in the popular imagination with sinister affairs. The Mystery of a Hansom Cab was the unlikely first literary product of a young barrister's clerk and quickly rose from its obscure initial publication to become one of the 19th century's bestselling detective novels. Reputed to have inspired the creation of Sherlock Holmes, this ingeniously plotted, fast-paced, and engrossing tale remains a delight for lovers of Victorian mysteries.”
1 Chapter 1 WHAT THE ARGUS SAID.2 Chapter 2 THE EVIDENCE AT THE INQUEST.3 Chapter 3 ONE HUNDRED POUNDS REWARD.4 Chapter 4 MR. GORBY MAKES A START.5 Chapter 5 MRS. HAMILTON UNBOSOMS HERSELF.6 Chapter 6 MR. GORBY MAKES FURTHER DISCOVERIES.7 Chapter 7 THE WOOL KING.8 Chapter 8 BRIAN TAKES A WALK AND A DRIVE.9 Chapter 9 MR. GORBY IS SATISFIED AT LAST.10 Chapter 10 IN THE QUEEN'S NAME.11 Chapter 11 COUNSEL FOR THE PRISONER.12 Chapter 12 SHE WAS A TRUE WOMAN.13 Chapter 13 MADGE MAKES A DISCOVERY.14 Chapter 14 ANOTHER RICHMOND IN THE FIELD.15 Chapter 15 A WOMAN OF THE PEOPLE.16 Chapter 16 MISSING.17 Chapter 17 THE TRIAL.18 Chapter 18 SAL RAWLINS TELLS ALL SHE KNOWS.19 Chapter 19 THE VERDICT OF THE JURY.20 Chapter 20 THE ARGUS GIVES ITS OPINION.21 Chapter 21 THREE MONTHS AFTERWARDS.22 Chapter 22 A DAUGHTER OF EVE.23 Chapter 23 ACROSS THE WALNUTS AND THE WINE.24 Chapter 24 BRIAN RECEIVES A LETTER.25 Chapter 25 WHAT DR. CHINSTON SAID.26 Chapter 26 KILSIP HAS A THEORY OF HIS OWN.27 Chapter 27 MOTHER GUTTERSNIPE JOINS THE MAJORITY.28 Chapter 28 MARK FRETTLBY HAS A VISITOR.29 Chapter 29 MR. CALTON'S CURIOSITY IS SATISFIED.30 Chapter 30 NEMESIS.31 Chapter 31 HUSH-MONEY.32 Chapter 32 DE MORTUIS NIL NISI BONUM.33 Chapter 33 THE CONFESSION.34 Chapter 34 THE HANDS OF JUSTICE.35 Chapter 35 THE LOVE THAT LIVES.