The Clock Struck One
(CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform, May 1, 2018)
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1898 edition. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XXV. CONFESSION. THERE was also a short note to the manuscript, stating that Edermont had found out and helped the son of his old enemy, Dr. Scott, on the ground that he felt himself to be the cause indirectly of the man's death. Allen took occasion to explain this particular matter. 'Now I come to look back on it,' he said reflectively, ' I believe that Edermont must have supplied most of the funds for my education. I understood they came from moneys left by my dead father; but from this story'--touching the manuscript--'it would appear that he died poor. Certainly Mr. Edermont behaved generously in inviting me to settle in Canterbury when I qualified for a doctor, and in helping me with a loan. I am afraid I acted badly to him on that day,' added Allen, in a penitent tone, ' but I was not myself; the news of my father's terrible death maddened me.' 'And he was my father, after all!' sighed Dora. 'Poor soul! I never cared over-much fbr him, as I did not like his personality. And, as I thought I was living on my own money, I did not realize his generosity. I am glad to know that I am not the daughter of Carew.' 'It is strange that Mrs. Tice did not know Edermont was your father,' said Allen, after a pause, 'for you must have been born shortly before the Dargills returned to Christchurch. Ah, here is Mrs. Tice,' he added, as the housekeeper entered. 'Come here, nurse; we have good news for you.' 'And what may that be?' asked the old dame, smiling. 'Dora and I intend to fulfil our engagement, and marry.' The face of Mrs. Tice grew stern with dismay and disapproval. 'Impossible, Mr. Allen! How can you marry the daughter of your father's murderer?' 'That is just it, nurse; Dora is not the daughter of Carew, but of Julian Dargill'...