worry.â
He went back to the men-principalsâ dressing-room, to find Hampstead talking to Smith.
âDo you want us any longer, sir?â Smith asked. He was a dirty-white where he had removed his make-up, and looked ill.
âNo. Thereâs nothing to be done. I shall stay until the doctor has made his examination, of course. Good night. Donât worry. I canât think how it happened. Youâll . . . I neednât ask youâybzou wonât discuss it outside the school at present, will you?â
He called Hampstead back as the two masters got to the door.
âMrs. Boyle has not gone yet,â he said. âYouâll see her home, I expect, as usual, wonât you? Impress upon her not to worry. Itâs a terrible affair, but we must take it that the poor woman was either the victim of sudden illness, or else that she had trouble of which none of us knew. Good night, my dear fellow. Donât linger, or Mrs. Boyle may be gone.â
Hampstead, who had been staring dumbly, went out like a sleep-walker, and in less than ten minutes young Mr. Browning returned with a doctor. Alceste had no intention of going, however, and as soon as she saw Hampstead she said:
âYouâd better go, Fred. I must stay and see things through. After all, there ought to be a woman on the scene.â
âThe Head quite expects that you will go home,â Hampstead replied. âIn fact, he told me to take you. This is a frightful business, Alceste. Iâve seen her. . . .â He paused and fidgeted with the hat he was holding. âDo you think it could be suicide? She was sitting on a chair in the water-lobby, on this side of the building, and her head was in a bowl of water.â
Alceste said:
âI donât believe she would have committed suicide. I know my own sex thoroughly, and Miss Ferris wasnât the type. Probably religious, too. I should think she must have fainted. The child said Miss Ferris was âdabbing her face.â I never for one moment. . . . But itâs queer. Has the doctor arrived yet, do you think?â
âI donât know. Shall I go and see?â
âNo. Iâll go. Poor woman. It will be a nuisance for the school. Itâs certain to get into the papers. I donât believe, after all, weâd better go. We shall probably be in the way.â
Together they went to the class-room which had been used as the men-principalsâ dressing-room. It was empty, except for the Headmaster. The body had been taken into the laboratory, he told them, and the doctor had made a preliminary examination, sufficient to be certain that the cause of death was drowning.
âThere will have to be an inquest, of course,â said Mr. Cliffordson. âThe doctor is going to give orders for the body to be removed. What an awful business it is! One doesnât want to be unfeeling, but I do wish it had happened anywhere but in school. I canât think what possessed her, can you? Or could it have been an accident? The light has gone wrong in there, too. We had to get candles from the stock cupboard. I must communicate at once with her relatives, I suppose. Oh, well, donât worry. As long as it isnât one of the children, it isnât as bad as it might be. Good night to you both. Donât worry. Poor woman. Oh dear, oh dear!â
II
The verdict which concluded the inquest upon Calma Ferris was âSuicide while of unsound mindâ: this in the face of all that the dead womanâs acquaintances could say on the subject of her apparent freedom from worry and ill-health. The Headmaster, still looking old and worn, called a staff meeting at ten oâclock on the following morning. The staff, nervously silent, guessing the subject of the meeting, came in in ones and twos, and seated themselves. When they were all present Mr. Cliffordson addressed them. His tones were dry and formal.
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