The Guardian Angel eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 455 pages of information about The Guardian Angel.

The Guardian Angel eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 455 pages of information about The Guardian Angel.

She thrust her trembling hand into her pocket, and took out the key of the little trunk.  She drew the trunk towards her, put the key in the lock, and opened it.  It seemed like pressing a knife into her own bosom and turning the blade.  That little trunk held all the records of her life the forlorn spinster most cherished;—­a few letters that came nearer to love-letters than any others she had ever received; an album, with flowers of the summers of 1840 and 1841 fading between its leaves; two papers containing locks of hair, half of a broken ring, and other insignificant mementos which had their meaning, doubtless, to her,—­such a collection as is often priceless to one human heart, and passed by as worthless in the auctioneer’s inventory.  She took the papers out mechanically, and laid them on the table.  Among them was an oblong packet, sealed with what appeared to be the office seal of Messrs. Penhallow and Bradshaw.

“Will you allow me to take that envelope containing papers, Miss Badlam?” Mr. Gridley asked, with a suavity and courtesy in his tone and manner that showed how he felt for her sex and her helpless position.

She seemed to obey his will as if she had none of her own left.  She passed the envelope to him, and stared at him vacantly while he examined it.  He read on the back of the package:  “Withers Estate—­old papers—­of no importance apparently.  Examine hereafter.”

“May I ask when, where, and of whom you obtained these papers, Miss Badlam?”

“Have pity on me, Mr. Gridley,—­have pity on me.  I am a lost woman if you do not.  Spare me! for God’s sake, spare me!  There will no wrong come of all this, if you will but wait a little while.  The paper will come to light when it is wanted, and all will be right.  But do not make me answer any more questions, and let me keep this paper.  O Mr. Gridley!  I am in the power of a dreadful man—­”

“You mean Mr. William Murray Bradshaw?”

“I mean him.”

“Has there not been some understanding between you that he should become the approved suitor of Miss Myrtle Hazard?”

Cynthia wrung her hands and rocked herself backward and forward in her misery, but answered not a word.  What could she answer, if she had plotted with this “dreadful man” against a young and innocent girl, to deliver her over into his hands, at the risk of all her earthly hopes and happiness?

Master Gridley waited long and patiently for any answer she might have the force to make.  As she made none, he took upon himself to settle the whole matter without further torture of his helpless victim.

“This package must go into the hands of the parties who had the settlement of the estate of the late Malachi Withers.  Mr. Penhallow is the survivor of the two gentlemen to whom that business was intrusted.  How long is Mr. William Murray Bradshaw like to be away?”

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