"I next called upon Madame Charpentier," continued the detective. "I found her very pale and distressed. Her daughter was in the room, too — an uncommonly fine girl she is, too; she was looking red about the eyes and her lips trembled as I spoke to her. That didn't escape my notice. I began to smell a rat. You know the feeling, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, when you come upon the right scent — a kind of thrill in your nerves. ‘Have you heard of the mysterious death of your late boarder Mr. Enoch J. Drebber, of Cleveland?’ I asked.
"The mother nodded. She didn't seem able to get out a word. The daughter burst into tears. I felt more than ever that these people knew something of the matter.
"`At what o'clock did Mr. Drebber leave your house for the train
" ‘At eight o'clock,’ she said, gulping in her throat to keep down her agitation
" ‘And was that the last which you saw of him
"A terrible change came over the woman's face as I asked the question
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" ‘At what o'clock did Mr. Drebber leave your house for the train?’ I asked.
" ‘At eight o'clock,’ she said, gulping in her throat to keep down her agitation. `His secretary, Mr. Stangerson, said that there were two trains — one at 9.15 and one at 11. He was to catch the first. '
" ‘And was that the last which you saw of him?’
"A terrible change came over the woman's face as I asked the question. Her features turned perfectly livid. It was some seconds before she could get out the single word ‘Yes’ — and when it did come it was in a husky unnatural tone.
"There was silence for a moment
" ‘No good can ever come of falsehood, mother
" ‘God forgive you!’ cried Madame Charpentier, throwing up her hands and sinking back in her chair
" ‘Arthur would rather that we spoke the truth,’ the girl answered firmly