Chapter - 1
Sometimes at night, these walls whisper to me, MURDERESS! It must be because I have been an inmate here for 10 years as it stands and they must have become accustomed to my presence. I sometimes wonder what they have said about me. What have they written of me? Perhaps the Bobbies have informed me what is out there about myself, it must be that I am a danger to them as the blood had painted my hands when I was just a young girl. I go back into my life, and I address myself in the noblest of manners if you have the urge to finish what I am fated to write.”
It was the last day of July when Mr. Garret had tumbled upon the case of a woman who had the convict of murder, the fading blood that was left by her, he was indulged by the authorities to have his presence at the great London, as the train proceeded to the way of the weary pilgrims of the London pavement, he was convicted to look out the window, the dull evening was with the London’s heaviest breeze. The train ceased and the trees at the quiet ridges of the heath were still shaking its wing. His presence was already asked by the Earl of the great London and to meet his higher man at a nice restaurant and as he looked straight upon, he found a chaise for himself. The peculiarity of the case intrigued him, though he had little knowledge of what was expected of him to do regarding the case. The chaise had stopped its wheels and Mr. Garret had given his well wishes to the chaise handler. The restaurant gleamed with chandeliers, and the scent of fine gentlemen’s cologne filled the air. He soon spotted a distinguished gentleman approaching him.
“Ah, American friend, I must welcome you to our great town,” said Mr. Burton. Mr. Garret found him to be a most prepossessing man. He looked rather older than what Mr. Garret had expected perhaps regarding the manner of appearance.
“I must seek your forgiveness as I asked your presence here when you are exhausted from your trip, come have a seat, and have a meal with me,”
“Oh no, I am tired in no way, I have some questions that I need to seek answers to, Personally in my own experience, what is there to do for me in this case?”
Mr. Burton instantly suspended his employment. The hand holding the forks with which he was obliged himself to asunder the chicken dropped to the plate, and the other hand held firmly to serviette and freed his neck from the white sheet.
“The blood had painted my hands when I thought of myself, perhaps she has already avowed her judicial crimes, what is left of my work to be used?”
“We must talk business before the meal, shall we?” he smiled and rang the bell. A servant had appeared with the bulk of letters confined in his hands, Mr. Burton leered at the letters.
“Quite a work for you, these letters are not anonymous but written by her own self, she had demanded it should be delivered safely to you, I must confess I was surprised as to how intelligible you are among the women,” Mr. Burton laughed though looked very discomposed.
“I think I must confess what I have concealed upon myself, there is not the shadow of a doubt of her actions, the only mystery that remains is her motive, some have identified her as a demon concealed onto herself, some that she is too ignorant to know how to act, that she was forced against her will and in danger of her life to endeavour the vile actions, perhaps sometimes I wonder how can she be a lot of different things at once?”
Mr. Garret sat still, dispersed onto his thoughts, he listened to Burton from beginning to end, free from his anxiety, and henceforth he couldn’t asunder the reason for her to mention the name of him if he had never blotted the face of her.
“Should you tell me where she is at the current time? In an asylum you said?”
“Ah yes, in an asylum, she has not been acquainted with any man’s insolence, and for the reason to confine her in an asylum is that she has been behaving quite a fancy way, though our doctors had advised her to have her into it, I can’t let you see her as she lacks tranquility at her wretched state,”
“I understand, you have given me the satisfactory here, I must move and atone to this work,” Mr. Garret rose and spoke, “There should be a place for my sojourn I suppose?”
“Ah yes, a chaise has been waiting for you patiently, but if you have the essence of time then Perhaps you can join me in my feeding?”
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“I will let your offer surpass myself, I must assign my attention to the work,”
Mr. Burton did nothing but hewed a smile at him, Mr. Garret descended the steps and walked aside a few maids. The chaise had stayed in its place and as he went inside, it moved with the utter perfection of balance, though the letter had the aroma of forlorn as it stood on his palm, he tumbled upon the choice of reading.
“Dear reader, if it is Mr. Garret then I am delighted and if you are not Mr. Garret, then I am afraid I need to make an amend and ask of you to let these letters rot in a pothole! Mr. Garret, you must be discomposed by my claims of having a preposterous relationship with you, but if you read my haranguing then you may respectively understand every prospect of my life as you may deserve. I had not been persuaded patiently by any souls, not now and either before my hazardous acts, and perhaps it may well be the reason for my crimes. Before I could venture to 1890, I must confirm a lot of facts about myself, I was born in 1874 and as we speak, I should give my attention to my parents, my ancestors had a farm that we held, and I had been detained by the work of farms as long as I could remember, the farm was so gorgeous that my eyes could heed on tirelessly, there was a forest that no soul could restrict the enjoyment of soothing sound that were produced by the birds. I had the habit, it was to concealing some time for myself in regards to consuming all the happiness and yet all the prescient sadness that the forest was offering. I must confess, the birds had not convinced me to look at them with my love, instead, I have spotted the fear in their eyes and vindictive, helplessness. There is no doubt they are soothing but they reeked with deformities for themselves. I must return to the topic, one night, I was troubled by the stile that was destroyed by Lucy, oh dear, I miss Lucy, she holds a special place in my heart, I wonder what had become of her, perhaps she is alive and happily living in a big round field and there should be not a meagre of grass and far beyond she could only spot the greenery, the stile is so far away from her that she never has the feeling of forceful confinement, perhaps this is how I send a satisfactory to my heart. Mr. Garret, be patient for my sake, I beg your pardon, I shall talk about my parents now. I had detained myself to the reparation of the stile, as I was working, the steam had risen to the sky and my eyes could only heed the house that was writhing with fire, my body lost all sensation of the soul that I could even stand still, I never moved and never spoke until I spotted my parents, those men! They had vile intentions for us, perhaps they were jealous of our farm, I must inform you I still do hold the vehemence and the urge to trample them most grievously. With the suppressed anger with which I ran, my concentration focused on my mother, as she saw me, the tears ran down her cheeks. I wasn’t afraid in any way Mr. Garret, I had a burning rage and envious feelings. As I went closer, a bullock bastard held my arm and captured me. My mother had screamed, poignant as it was, her scream had only the sense of suffering and the miserable worry, for myself. I still have her words concealed in my mind, her lips were fluttering with a pang of emotion that was not meant to surpass.
“Please spare my child, please spare my child, I beg you, you must spare my child show some mercy----”
I should not indulge in my mother’s emotions, I suppose I should let it grave into my inmost heart. They had a pretty good laugh at my parents sir, they must have enjoyed themselves to see us in the position in which we tumbled upon, no amount of cruelty could have extracted a piteous answer from my father’s mouth, he was a pure gentleman and had not even cared to raise his fingers onto as something small as an ant, and as intelligible as it stand against my eyes, we had been spied by every one of them and their jealousy aroused as our good fate aroused. It made me feel sad ----- and also angry. You shall see the farm, Mr. Garret, it still holds the beauty that it once was known for, though do not dare to set foot into the house, as there are only the rotten and snugged souls in those walls, I was there in between the cruelty but they had exposed me to choose the position that I should occupy as I would have a feeble sibling to take care of. But that could not be enough, for the forbearance within myself to not help my parents in any way but as I said I was in no avail to help them. When they readied to end their life, I saw it, in their eyes, the matchable fear, the vindictive and hopelessness, as they tied them to a tree and set fire to them, the hopelessness that I hated for a long time, then I wondered would it awash my eyes as well if I tumble upon a similar position? Have the birds always been trapped in this position? And I am yet to receive any kind of answers for them!”
Mr. Garret had his focus stolen when the door opened, it was the handler, he had fulfilled his employment and was standing still to inform Mr. Garret.
“Sir, forgive me if I am discomposing you in any way but we have reached our destination,”
The house shone against his eyes and the peculiarity of the wind had him writhed with no ease feeling he sought, he gave a smile to the handler and gripped his fingers onto the pages.
“Very well then, thank you.” Mr. Garret took his departure and stayed against the entrance of the place for his sojourn. The odor of flowers had radiated through and he stepped to the veranda, the odor of familiarity reeked the greenery and it deliberated him to settle down and prepare himself for a small session of reading, perhaps to disperse himself into the small world of Evelyn.