The Classic Mystery Novel by James Hay & Dorothy Cameron Disney & Stephen McKenna

Author:James Hay & Dorothy Cameron Disney & Stephen McKenna
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: mystery, detective, golden age, sleuth, murder
Publisher: Wildside Press LLC
Published: 2016-09-20T16:00:00+00:00

NO CLUE, by James Hay

I

THE GREY ENVELOPE

Catherine Brace walked slowly from the mantel-piece to the open window and back again. Within the last hour she had done that many times, always to halt before the mantel and gaze at the oblong, grey envelope that leaned against the clock. Evidently, she regarded it as a powerful agency. An observer would have perceived that she saw tremendous things come out of it—and that she considered them with mingled satisfaction and defiance.

Her attitude, however, betrayed no hint of hesitation. Rather, the fixity of her gaze and the intensity of her mental concentration threw into high relief the hardness of her personality. She was singularly devoid of that quality which is generally called feminine softness.

And she was a forceful woman. She had power. It was in her lean, high-shouldered, ungraceful figure. It was in her thin, mobile lips and her high-bridged nose with its thin, clean-cut nostrils. She impressed herself upon her environment. Standing there at the mantel, her hands clasped behind her, she was so caught up by the possibilities of the future that she succeeded in imparting to the grey envelope an almost animate quality.

She became aware once more of voices in the next room: a man’s light baritone in protest, followed by the taunt of her daughter’s laugh. Although she left the mantel with lithe, swift step, it was with unusual deliberation that she opened the communicating door.

Her voice was free of excitement when, ignoring her daughter’s caller, she said:

“Mildred, just a moment, please.”

Mildred came in and closed the door. Her mother, now near the window across the room, looked first at her and then at the grey envelope.

“I thought,” Mrs. Brace said, “you’d forgotten you were going to mail it.”

“Why didn’t you mail it yourself?” The tone of that was cool insolence.

Mother and daughter were strikingly alike—hair piled high in a wide wave above the forehead; black eyes too restless, but of that gleaming brilliance which heralds a refusal to grow old. So far, however, the daughter’s features had not assumed an aspect of sharpness, like the mother’s. One would have appraised the older woman vindictive—malevolent, possibly.

But in the younger face the mouth greatly softened, almost concealed, this effect of calculating hardness. Mildred Brace’s lips had a softness of line, a vividness of colouring that indicated emotional depths utterly foreign to her mother.

They bore themselves now as if they commented on a decision already reached, a momentous step to which they had given immense consideration.

“I didn’t mail it,” Mrs. Brace answered her daughter’s query, “because I knew, if you mailed it, you’d do as you’d said you wanted to do.”

There was frank emphasis on the “said.”

“Your feet don’t always follow your intelligence, you know.”

“I’ve been thinking about the thing,” Mildred retorted, looking over her mother’s shoulder into the summer night. “What’s the use?”

“What’s the use!” Mrs. Brace echoed, incredulous.

“Just that.”

“We’ve been all over it! You know what it means to you—to both of us.”

They spoke in low tones, careful that the man in the living room should not hear.

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