The question as to how this
could best be done we had not yet decided, when death unraveled the
difficulty."
The speaker ceased at this part of her narrative, and lifting from
the table a small bell, rung it. A maid entered. I had never seen
her before.
"Tell Jackson that I want him."
The girl curtsied respectfully, and withdrew.
Nothing more was said, until a man, whom I recognized at a glance to
be a regularly trained English servant, presented himself.
"Jackson," said the lady, "I wish you to relate exactly, what
occurred just previously to, and at the time of Mrs. Allen's death."
The man looked bewildered for a moment or two; but soon recovering
himself, answered without hesitation.
"Hit 'appened just in this way, ma'am. I was a comin' hup stairs,
when I met the hold lady a tearin' down like a mad cat. She looked
kind o' awful. I never saw anybody out of an 'ospital look that way
in all my life before. She 'eld an hiron poker in 'er 'and. As my
young lady--" and he looked towards Blanche--" was in the 'all, I
didn't think it safe for 'er if I let the hold woman go down.
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