{"id":3645,"date":"2025-07-24T01:37:37","date_gmt":"2025-07-24T01:37:37","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bookloves.com\/?p=3645"},"modified":"2025-07-24T01:37:37","modified_gmt":"2025-07-24T01:37:37","slug":"the-woman-in-the-big-hat-by-baroness-orczy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bookloves.com\/?p=3645","title":{"rendered":"The Woman in the Big Hat by Baroness Orczy"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Originally published in 1910, The Woman in the Big Hat by <a href=\"https:\/\/quizlit.org\/the-mysterious-death-on-the-underground-railway-by-baroness-orczy\">Baroness Orczy<\/a> features Molly Robertson-Kirk  otherwise known as Lady Molly of Scotland Yard.<\/p>\n<p><em>This post may contain affiliate links that earn us a commission at no extra cost to you.<\/em><\/p>\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading has-text-align-center\">The Woman in the Big Hat by Baroness Orczy<\/h2>\n<div class=\"epyt-video-wrapper\">\n<div class=\"__youtube_prefs__ epyt-facade no-lazyload\"><button class=\"epyt-facade-play\"><\/button><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<h3 class=\"wp-block-heading has-text-align-center\">The Woman in the Big Hat by Baroness Orczy<\/h3>\n<p>Lady Molly always had the idea that if the finger of Fate had pointed to Mathis\u2019 in Regent Street, rather than to Lyons\u2019, as the most advisable place for us to have a cup of tea that afternoon, Mr. Culledon would be alive at the present moment.<\/p>\n<p>My dear lady is quite sure\u2014and needless to say that I share her belief in herself\u2014that she would have anticipated the murderer\u2019s intentions, and thus prevented one of the most cruel and callous of crimes which were ever perpetrated in the heart of London.<\/p>\n<p>She and I had been to a matin\u00e9e of \u201cTrilby,\u201d and were having tea at Lyons\u2019, which is exactly opposite Mathis\u2019 Vienna caf\u00e9 in Regent Street. From where we sat we commanded a view of the street and of the caf\u00e9, which had been very crowded during the last hour.<\/p>\n<p>We had lingered over our toasted muffin until past six, when our attention was drawn to the unusual commotion which had arisen both outside and in the brilliantly lighted place over the road.<\/p>\n<p>We saw two men run out of the doorway, and return a minute or two later in company with a policeman. You know what is the inevitable result of such a proceeding in London. Within three minutes a crowd had collected outside Mathis\u2019. Two or three more constables had already assembled, and had some difficulty in keeping the entrance clear of intruders.<\/p>\n<p>But already my dear lady, keen as a pointer on the scent, had hastily paid her bill, and, without waiting to see if I followed her or not, had quickly crossed the road, and the next moment her graceful form was lost in the crowd.<\/p>\n<p>I went after her, impelled by curiosity, and presently caught sight of her in close conversation with one of our own men. I have always thought that Lady Molly must have eyes at the back of her head, otherwise how could she have known that I stood behind her now? Anyway, she beckoned to me, and together we entered Mathis\u2019, much to the astonishment and anger of the less fortunate crowd.<\/p>\n<p>The usually gay little place was indeed sadly transformed. In one corner the waitresses, in dainty caps and aprons, had put their heads together, and were eagerly whispering to one another whilst casting furtive looks at the small group assembled in front of one of those pretty alcoves, which, as you know, line the walls all round the big tea-room at Mathis\u2019.<\/p>\n<p>Here two of our men were busy with pencil and note-book, whilst one fair-haired waitress, dissolved in tears, was apparently giving them a great deal of irrelevant and confused information.<\/p>\n<p>Chief Inspector Saunders had, I understood, been already sent for; the constables, confronted with this extraordinary tragedy, were casting anxious glances towards the main entrance, whilst putting the conventional questions to the young waitress. And in the alcove itself, raised from the floor of the room by a couple of carpeted steps, the cause of all this commotion, all this anxiety, and all these tears, sat huddled up on a chair, with arms lying straight across the marble-topped table, on which the usual paraphernalia of afternoon tea still lay scattered about. The upper part of the body, limp, backboneless, and awry, half propped up against the wall, half falling back upon the outstretched arms, told quite plainly its weird tale of death.<\/p>\n<p>Before my dear lady and I had time to ask any questions, Saunders arrived in a taxicab. He was accompanied by the medical officer, Dr. Townson, who at once busied himself with the dead man, whilst Saunders went up quickly to Lady Molly.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThe chief suggested sending for you,\u201d he said quickly; \u201che was \u2019phoning you when I left. There\u2019s a woman in this case, and we shall rely on you a good deal.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat has happened?\u201d asked my dear lady, whose fine eyes were glowing with excitement at the mere suggestion of work.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI have only a few stray particulars,\u201d replied Saunders, \u201cbut the chief witness is that yellow-haired girl over there. We\u2019ll find out what we can from her directly Dr. Townson has given us his opinion.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>The medical officer, who had been kneeling beside the dead man, now rose and turned to Saunders. His face was very grave.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThe whole matter is simple enough, so far as I am concerned,\u201d he said. \u201cThe man has been killed by a terrific dose of morphia\u2014administered, no doubt, in this cup of chocolate,\u201d he added, pointing to a cup in which there still lingered the cold dregs of the thick beverage.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBut when did this occur?\u201d asked Saunders, turning to the waitress.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI can\u2019t say,\u201d she replied, speaking with obvious nervousness. \u201cThe gentleman came in very early with a lady, somewhere about four. They made straight for this alcove. The place was just beginning to fill, and the music had begun.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAnd where is the lady now?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cShe went off almost directly. She had ordered tea for herself and a cup of chocolate for the gentleman, also muffins and cakes. About five minutes afterwards, as I went past their table, I heard her say to him. \u2018I am afraid I must go now, or Jay\u2019s will be closed, but I\u2019ll be back in less than half an hour. You\u2019ll wait for me, won\u2019t you?\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDid the gentleman seem all right then?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOh, yes,\u201d said the waitress. \u201cHe had just begun to sip his chocolate, and merely said \u2018S\u2019long,\u2019 as she gathered up her gloves and muff and then went out of the shop.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAnd she has not returned since?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhen did you first notice there was anything wrong with this gentleman?\u201d asked Lady Molly.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWell,\u201d said the girl with some hesitation, \u201cI looked at him once or twice as I went up and down, for he certainly seemed to have fallen all of a heap. Of course, I thought that he had gone to sleep, and I spoke to the manageress about him, but she thought that I ought to leave him alone for a bit. Then we got very busy, and I paid no more attention to him, until about six o\u2019clock, when most afternoon tea customers had gone, and we were beginning to get the tables ready for dinners. Then I certainly did think there was something wrong with the man. I called to the manageress, and we sent for the police.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAnd the lady who was with him at first, what was she like? Would you know her again?\u201d queried Saunders.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d replied the girl; \u201cyou see, I have to attend to such crowds of people of an afternoon, I can\u2019t notice each one. And she had on one of those enormous mushroom hats; no one could have seen her face\u2014not more than her chin\u2014unless they looked right under the hat.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWould you know the hat again?\u201d asked Lady Molly.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYes\u2014I think I should,\u201d said the waitress. \u201cIt was black velvet and had a lot of plumes. It was enormous,\u201d she added, with a sigh of admiration and of longing for the monumental headgear.<\/p>\n<p>During the girl\u2019s narrative one of the constables had searched the dead man\u2019s pockets. Among other items, he had found several letters addressed to Mark Culledon, Esq., some with an address in Lombard Street, others with one in Fitzjohn\u2019s Avenue, Hampstead. The initials M. C., which appeared both in the hat and on the silver mount of a letter-case belonging to the unfortunate gentleman, proved his identity beyond a doubt.<\/p>\n<p>A house in Fitzjohn\u2019s Avenue does not, somehow, suggest a bachelor establishment. Even whilst Saunders and the other men were looking through the belongings of the deceased, Lady Molly had already thought of his family\u2014children, perhaps a wife, a mother\u2014who could tell?<\/p>\n<p>What awful news to bring to an unsuspecting, happy family, who might even now be expecting the return of father, husband, or son, at the very moment when he lay murdered in a public place, the victim of some hideous plot or feminine revenge!<\/p>\n<p>As our amiable friends in Paris would say, it jumped to the eyes that there was a woman in the case\u2014a woman who had worn a gargantuan hat for the obvious purpose of remaining unidentifiable when the question of the unfortunate victim\u2019s companion that afternoon came up for solution. And all these facts to put before an expectant wife or an anxious mother!<\/p>\n<p>As, no doubt, you have already foreseen, Lady Molly took the difficult task on her own kind shoulders. She and I drove together to Lorbury House, Fitzjohn\u2019s Avenue, and on asking of the manservant who opened the door if his mistress were at home, we were told that Lady Irene Culledon was in the drawing-room.<\/p>\n<p>Mine is not a story of sentiment, so I am not going to dwell on that interview, which was one of the most painful moments I recollect having lived through.<\/p>\n<p>Lady Irene was young\u2014not five-and-twenty, I should say\u2014petite and frail-looking, but with a quiet dignity of manner which was most impressive. She was Irish, as you know, the daughter of the Earl of Athyville, and, it seems, had married Mr. Mark Culledon in the teeth of strenuous opposition on the part of her family, which was as penniless as it was aristocratic, whilst Mr. Culledon had great prospects and a splendid business, but possessed neither ancestors nor high connections. She had only been married six months, poor little soul, and from all accounts must have idolised her husband.<\/p>\n<p>Lady Molly broke the news to her with infinite tact, but there it was! It was a terrific blow\u2014wasn\u2019t it?\u2014to deal to a young wife\u2014now a widow; and there was so little that a stranger could say in these circumstances. Even my dear lady\u2019s gentle voice, her persuasive eloquence, her kindly words, sounded empty and conventional in the face of such appalling grief.<\/p>\n<p>2<br \/>OF course, everyone expected that the inquest would reveal something of the murdered man\u2019s inner life\u2014would, in fact, allow the over-eager public to get a peep into Mr. Mark Culledon\u2019s secret orchard, wherein walked a lady who wore abnormally large velvet hats, and who nourished in her heart one of those terrible grudges against a man which can only find satisfaction in crime.<\/p>\n<p>Equally, of course, the inquest revealed nothing that the public did not already know. The young widow was extremely reticent on the subject of her late husband\u2019s life, and the servants had all been fresh arrivals when the young couple, just home from their honeymoon, organised their new household at Lorbury House.<\/p>\n<p>There was an old aunt of the deceased\u2014a Mrs. Steinberg\u2014who lived with the Culledons, but who at the present moment was very ill. Someone in the house\u2014one of the younger servants, probably\u2014very foolishly had told her every detail of the awful tragedy. With positively amazing strength, the invalid thereupon insisted on making a sworn statement, which she desired should be placed before the coroner\u2019s jury. She wished to bear solemn testimony to the integrity of her late nephew, Mark Culledon, in case the personality of the mysterious woman in the big hat suggested to evilly disposed minds any thought of scandal.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMark Culledon was the one nephew whom I loved,\u201d she stated with solemn emphasis. \u201cI have shown my love for him by bequeathing to him the large fortune which I inherited from the late Mr. Steinberg. Mark was the soul of honour, or I should have cut him out of my will as I did my other nephews and nieces. I was brought up in a Scotch home, and I hate all this modern fastness and smartness, which are only other words for what I call profligacy.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Needless to say, the old lady\u2019s statement, solemn though it was, was of no use whatever for the elucidation of the mystery which surrounded the death of Mr. Mark Culledon. But as Mrs. Steinberg had talked of \u201cother nephews,\u201d whom she had cut out of her will in favour of the murdered man, the police directed inquiries in those various quarters.<\/p>\n<p>Mr. Mark Culledon certainly had several brothers and sisters, also cousins, who at different times\u2014usually for some peccadillo or other\u2014seemed to have incurred the wrath of the strait-laced old lady. But there did not appear to have been any ill-feeling in the family owing to this. Mrs. Steinberg was sole mistress of her fortune. She might just as well have bequeathed it in toto to some hospital as to one particular nephew whom she favoured, and the various relations were glad, on the whole, that the money was going to remain in the family rather than be cast abroad.<\/p>\n<p>The mystery surrounding the woman in the big hat deepened as the days went by. As you know, the longer the period of time which elapses between a crime and the identification of thc criminal, the greater chance the latter has of remaining at large.<\/p>\n<p>In spite of strenuous efforts and close questionings of every one of the employees at Mathis\u2019, no one could give a very accurate description of the lady who had tea with the deceased on that fateful afternoon.<\/p>\n<p>The first glimmer of light on the mysterious occurrence was thrown, about three weeks later, by a young woman named Katherine Harris, who had been parlour-maid at Lorbury House when first Mr. and Lady Irene Culledon returned from their honeymoon.<\/p>\n<p>I must tell you that Mrs. Steinberg had died a few days after the inquest. The excitement had been too much for her enfeebled heart. Just before her death she had deposited \u00a3250 with her banker, which sum was to be paid over to any person giving information which would lead to the apprehension and conviction of the murderer of Mr. Mark Culledon.<\/p>\n<p>This offer had stimulated everyone\u2019s zeal, and, I presume, had aroused Katherine Harris to a realisation of what had all the while been her obvious duty.<\/p>\n<p>Lady Molly saw her in the chief\u2019s private office, and had much ado to disentangle the threads of the girl\u2019s confused narrative. But the main point of Harris\u2019s story was that a foreign lady had once called at Lorbury House, about a week after the master and mistress had returned from their honeymoon. Lady Irene was out at the time, and Mr. Culledon saw the lady in his smoking-room.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cShe was a very handsome lady,\u201d explained Harris, \u201cand was beautifully dressed.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDid she wear a large hat?\u201d asked the chief .<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI don\u2019t remember if it was particularly large,\u201d replied the girl.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBut you remember what the lady was like?\u201d suggested Lady Molly.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYes, pretty well. She was very, very tall, and very good-looking.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWould you know her again if you saw her?\u201d rejoined my dear lady.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOh, yes; I think so,\u201d was Katherine Harris\u2019s reply.<\/p>\n<p>Unfortunately, beyond this assurance the girl could say nothing very definite. The foreign lady seems to have been closeted with Mr. Culledon for about an hour, at the end of which time Lady Irene came home.<\/p>\n<p>The butler being out that afternoon it was Harris who let her mistress in, and as the latter asked no questions, the girl did not volunteer the information that her master had a visitor. She went back to the servants\u2019 hall, but five minutes later the smoking-room bell rang, and she had to run up again. The foreign lady was then in the hall alone, and obviously waiting to be shown out. This Harris did, after which Mr. Culledon came out of his room, and, in the girl\u2019s on graphic words, \u201che went on dreadful.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI didn\u2019t know I \u2019ad done anything so very wrong,\u201d she explained, \u201cbut the master seemed quite furious, and said I wasn\u2019t a proper parlour-maid, or I\u2019d have known that visitors must not be shown in straight away like that. I ought to have said that I didn\u2019t know if Mr. Culledon was in; that I would go and see. Oh, he did go on at me!\u201d continued Katherine Harris, volubly. \u201cAnd I suppose he complained to the mistress, for she give me notice the next day.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAnd you have never seen the foreign lady since?\u201d concluded Lady Molly.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo; she never come while I was there.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBy the way, how did you know she was foreign. Did she speak like a foreigner?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOh, no,\u201d replied the girl. \u201cShe did not say much\u2014only asked for Mr. Culledon\u2014but she looked French like.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>This unanswerable bit of logic concluded Katherine\u2019s statement. She was very anxious to know whether, if the foreign lady was hanged for murder, she herself would get the \u00a3250.<\/p>\n<p>On Lady Molly\u2019s assurance that she certainly would, she departed in apparent content.<\/p>\n<p>3<br \/>\u201cWell! we are no nearer than we were before,\u201d said the chief, with an impatient sigh, when the door had closed behind Katherine Harris.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDon\u2019t you think so?\u201d rejoined Lady Molly, blandly.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDo you consider that what we have heard just now has helped us to discover who was the woman in the big hat?\u201d retorted the chief, somewhat testily.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cPerhaps not,\u201d replied my dear lady, with her sweet smile; \u201cbut it may help us to discover who murdered Mr. Culledon.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>With which enigmatical statement she effectually silenced the chief, and finally walked out of his office, followed by her faithful Mary.<\/p>\n<p>Following Katherine Harris\u2019s indications, a description of the lady who was wanted in connection with the murder of Mr. Culledon was very widely circulated, and within two days of the interview with the ex-parlour-maid another very momentous one took place in the same office.<\/p>\n<p>Lady Molly was at work with the chief over some reports, whilst I was taking shorthand notes at a side desk, when a card was brought in by one of the men, and the next moment, without waiting either for permission to enter or to be more formally announced, a magnificent apparition literally sailed into the dust-covered little back office, filling it with an atmosphere of Parma violets and russia leather .<\/p>\n<p>I don\u2019t think that I had ever seen a more beautiful woman in my life. Tall, with a splendid figure and perfect carriage, she vaguely reminded me of the portraits one sees of the late Empress of Austria. This lady was, moreover, dressed to perfection, and wore a large hat adorned with a quantity of plumes.<\/p>\n<p>The chief had instinctively risen to greet her, whilst Lady Molly, still and placid, was eyeing her with a quizzical smile.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou know who I am, sir,\u201d began the visitor as soon as she had sunk gracefully into a chair; \u201cmy name is on that card. My appearance, I understand, tallies exactly with that of a woman who is supposed to have murdered Mark Culledon.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>She said this so calmly, with such perfect self-possession, that I literally gasped. The chief, too, seemed to have been metaphorically lifted off his feet. He tried to mutter a reply.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOh, don\u2019t trouble yourself, sir!\u201d she interrupted him, with a smile. \u201cMy landlady, my servant, my friends have all read the description of the woman who murdered Mr. Culledon. For the past twenty-four hours I have been watched by your police, therefore I have come to you of my own accord, before they came to arrest me in my flat. I am not too soon, am I?\u201d she asked, with that same cool indifference which was so startling, considering the subject of her conversation.<\/p>\n<p>She spoke English with a scarcely perceptible foreign accent, but I quite understood what Katherine Harris had meant when she said that the lady looked \u201cFrench like.\u201d She certainly did not look English, and when I caught sight of her name on the card, which the chief had handed to Lady Molly, I put her down at once as Viennese. Miss Elizabeth L\u00f6wenthal had all the charm, the grace, the elegance, which one associates with Austrian women more than with those of any other nation.<\/p>\n<p>No wonder the chief found it difficult to tell her that, as a matter of fact, the police were about to apply for a warrant that very morning for her arrest on a charge of wilful murder .<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI know\u2014I know,\u201d she said, seeming to divine his thoughts; \u201cbut let me tell you at once, sir, that I did not murder Mark Culledon. He treated me shamefully, and I would willingly have made a scandal just to spite him; he had become so respectable and strait-laced. But between scandal and murder there is a wide gulf. Don\u2019t you think so, madam,\u201d she added, turning for the first time towards Lady Molly.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cUndoubtedly,\u201d replied my dear lady, with the same quizzical smile.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cA wide gulf which, no doubt, Miss Elizabeth L\u00f6wenthal will best be able to demonstrate to the magistrate to-morrow,\u201d rejoined the chief, with official sternness of manner.<\/p>\n<p>I thought that, for the space of a few seconds, the lady lost her self-assurance at this obvious suggestion\u2014the bloom on her cheeks seemed to vanish, and two hard lines appeared between her fine eyes. But, frightened or not, she quickly recovered herself, and said quietly:<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNow, my dear sir, let us understand one another. I came here for that express purpose. I take it that you don\u2019t want your police to look ridiculous any more than I want a scandal. I don\u2019t want detectives to hang about round my flat, questioning my neighbours and my servants. They would soon find out that I did not murder Mark Culledon, of course; but the atmosphere of the police would hang round me, and I\u2014I prefer Parma violets,\u201d she added, raising a daintily perfumed handkerchief to her nose.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThen you have come to make a statement?\u201d asked the chief.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYes,\u201d she replied; \u201cI\u2019ll tell you all I know. Mr. Culledon was engaged to marry me; then he met the daughter of an earl, and thought he would like her better as a wife than a simple Miss L\u00f6wenthal. I suppose I should be considered an undesirable match for a young man who has a highly respectable and snobbish aunt, who would leave him all her money only on the condition that he made a suitable marriage. I have a voice, and I came over to England two years ago to study English, so that I might sing in oratorio at the Albert Hall. I met Mark on the Calais-Dover boat, when he was returning from a holiday abroad. He fell in love with me, and presently he asked me to be his wife. After some demur, I accepted him; we became engaged, but he told me that our engagement must remain a secret, for he had an old aunt from whom he had great expectations, and who might not approve of his marrying a foreign girl, who was without connections and a professional singer. From that moment I mistrusted him, nor was I very astonished when gradually his affection for me seemed to cool. Soon after, he informed me, quite callously, that he had changed his mind, and was going to marry some swell English lady. I didn\u2019t care much, but I wanted to punish him by making a scandal, you understand. I went to his house just to worry him, and finally I decided to bring an action for breach of promise against him. It would have upset him, I know; no doubt his aunt would have cut him out of her will. That is all I wanted, but I did not care enough about him to murder him.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Somehow her tale carried conviction. We were all of us obviously impressed. The chief alone looked visibly disturbed, and I could read what was going on in his mind.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAs you say, Miss L\u00f6wenthal,\u201d he rejoined, \u201cthe police would have found all this out within the next few hours. Once your connection with the murdered man was known to us, the record of your past and his becomes an easy one to peruse. No doubt, too,\u201d he added insinuatingly, \u201cour men would soon have been placed in possession of the one undisputable proof of your complete innocence with regard to that fateful afternoon spent at Mathis\u2019 caf\u00e9.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat is that?\u201d she queried blandly.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAn alibi.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou mean, where I was during the time that Mark was being murdered in a tea shop?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYes,\u201d said the chief.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI was out for a walk,\u201d she replied quietly.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cShopping, perhaps?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou met some one who would remember the circumstance\u2014or your servants could say at what time you came in?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo,\u201d she repeated dryly; \u2018I met no one, for I took a brisk walk on Primrose Hill. My two servants could only say that I went out at three o\u2019clock that afternoon and returned after five.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>There was silence in the little office for a moment or two. I could hear the scraping of the pen with which the chief was idly scribbling geometrical figures on his blotting pad.<\/p>\n<p>Lady Molly was quite still. Her large, luminous eyes were fixed on the beautiful woman who had just told us her strange story, with its unaccountable sequel, its mystery which had deepened with the last phrase which she had uttered. Miss L\u00f6wenthal, I felt sure, was conscious of her peril. I am not sufficiently a psychologist to know whether it was guilt or merely fear which was distorting the handsome features now, hardening the face and causing the lips to tremble.<\/p>\n<p>Lady Molly scribbled a few words on a scrap of paper, which she then passed over to the chief. Miss L\u00f6wenthal was making visible efforts to steady her nerves.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThat is all I have to tell you,\u201d she said, in a voice which sounded dry and harsh. \u201cI think I will go home now.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>But she did not rise from her chair, and seemed to hesitate as if fearful lest permission to go were not granted her.<\/p>\n<p>To her obvious astonishment\u2014and, I must add, to my own\u2014the chief immediately rose and said, quite urbanely:<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI thank you very much for the helpful information which you have given me. Of course, we may rely on your presence in town for the next few days, may we not?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>She seemed greatly relieved, and all at once resumed her former charm of manner and elegance of attitude. The beautiful face was lit up by a smile.<\/p>\n<p>The chief was bowing to her in quite a foreign fashion, and in spite of her visible reassurance she eyed him very intently. Then she went up to Lady Molly and held out her hand.<\/p>\n<p>My dear lady took it without an instant\u2019s hesitation. I, who knew that it was the few words hastily scribbled by Lady Molly which had dictated the chief\u2019s conduct with regard to Miss L\u00f6wenthal, was left wondering whether the woman I loved best in all the world had been shaking hands with a murderess.<\/p>\n<p>4<br \/>No doubt you will remember the sensation which was caused by the arrest of Miss L\u00f6wenthal, on a charge of having murdered Mr. Mark Culledon, by administering morphia to him in a cup of chocolate at Mathis\u2019 caf\u00e9 in Regent Street.<\/p>\n<p>The beauty of the accused, her undeniable charm of manner, the hitherto blameless character of her life, all tended to make the public take violent sides either for or against her, and the usual budget of amateur correspondence, suggestions, recriminations and advice poured into the chief\u2019s office in titanic proportions.<\/p>\n<p>I must say that, personally, all my sympathies went out to Miss L\u00f6wenthal. As I have said before, I am no psychologist, but I had seen her in the original interview at the office, and I could not get rid of an absolutely unreasoning certitude that the beautiful Viennese singer was innocent.<\/p>\n<p>The magistrate\u2019s court was packed, as you may well imagine, on that first day of the inquiry; and, of course, sympathy with the accused went up to fever pitch when she staggered into the dock, beautiful still, despite the ravages caused by horror, anxiety, fear, in face of the deadly peril in which she stood.<\/p>\n<p>The magistrate was most kind to her; her solicitor was unimpeachably assiduous; even our fellows, who had to give evidence against her, did no more than their duty, and were as lenient in their statements as possible.<\/p>\n<p>Miss L\u00f6wenthal had been arrested in her flat by Danvers, accompanied by two constables. She had loudly protested her innocence all along, and did so still, pleading \u201cNot guilty\u201d in a firm voice.<\/p>\n<p>The great points in favour of the arrest were, firstly, the undoubted motive of disappointment and revenge against a faithless sweetheart, then the total inability to prove any kind of alibi, which, under the circumstances, certainly added to the appearance of guilt.<\/p>\n<p>The question of where the fatal drug was obtained was more difficult to prove. It was stated that Mr. Mark Culledon was director of several important companies, one of which carried on business as wholesale druggists.<\/p>\n<p>Therefore it was argued that the accused, at different times and under some pretext or other, had obtained drugs from Mr. Culledon himself. She had admitted to having visited the deceased at his office in the City, both before and after his marriage.<\/p>\n<p>Miss L\u00f6wenthal listened to all this evidence against her with a hard, set face, as she did also to Katherine Harris\u2019s statement about her calling on Mr. Culledon at Lorbury House, but she brightened up visibly when the various attendants at Mathis\u2019 caf\u00e9 were placed in the box.<\/p>\n<p>A very large hat belonging to the accused was shown to the witnesses, but, though the police upheld the theory that that was the headgear worn by the mysterious lady at the caf\u00e9 on that fateful afternoon, the waitresses made distinctly contradictory statements with regard to it.<\/p>\n<p>Whilst one girl swore that she recognised the very hat, another was equally positive that it was distinctly smaller than the one she recollected, and when the hat was placed on the head of Miss L\u00f6wenthal, three out of the four witnesses positively refused to identify her.<\/p>\n<p>Most of these young women declared that though the accused, when wearing the big hat, looked as if she might have been the lady in question, yet there was a certain something about her which was different.<\/p>\n<p>With that vagueness which is a usual and highly irritating characteristic of their class, the girls finally parried every question by refusing to swear positively either for or against the identity of Miss L\u00f6wenthal.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThere\u2019s something that\u2019s different about her somehow,\u201d one of the waitresses asserted positively.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat is it that\u2019s different?\u201d asked the solicitor for the accused, pressing his point.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI can\u2019t say,\u201d was the perpetual, maddening reply.<\/p>\n<p>Of course the poor young widow had to be dragged into the case, and here, I think, opinions and even expressions of sympathy were quite unanimous.<\/p>\n<p>The whole tragedy had been inexpressibly painful to her, of course, and now it must have seemed doubly so. The scandal which had accumulated round her late husband\u2019s name must have added the poignancy of shame to that of grief. Mark Culledon had behaved as callously to the girl whom clearly he had married from interested, family motives, as he had to the one whom he had heartlessly cast aside.<\/p>\n<p>Lady Irene, however, was most moderate in her statements. There was no doubt that she had known of her husband\u2019s previous entanglement with Miss L\u00f6wenthal, but apparently had not thought fit to make him accountable for the past. She did not know that Miss L\u00f6wenthal had threatened a breach of promise action against her husband.<\/p>\n<p>Throughout her evidence she spoke with absolute calm and dignity, and looked indeed a strange contrast, in her closely fitting tailor-made costume of black serge and tiny black toque, to the more brilliant woman who stood in the dock.<\/p>\n<p>The two great points in favour of the accused were, firstly, the vagueness of the witnesses who were called to identify her, and, secondly, the fact that she had undoubtedly begun proceedings for breach of promise against the deceased. Judging by the latter\u2019s letters to her, she would have had a splendid case against him, which fact naturally dealt a severe blow to the theory as to motive for the murder.<\/p>\n<p>On the whole, the magistrate felt that there was not a sufficiency of evidence against the accused to warrant his committing her for trial; he therefore discharged her, and, amid loud applause from the public, Miss L\u00f6wenthal left the court a free woman.<\/p>\n<p>Now, I know that the public did loudly, and, to my mind, very justly, blame the police for that arrest, which was denounced as being as cruel as it was unjustifiable. I felt as strongly as anybody on the subject, for I knew that the prosecution had been instituted in defiance of Lady Molly\u2019s express advice, and in distinct contradiction to the evidence which she had collected. When, therefore, the chief asked my dear lady to renew her efforts in that mysterious case, it was small wonder that her enthusiasm did not respond to his anxiety. That she would do her duty was beyond a doubt, but she had very naturally lost her more fervent interest in the case.<\/p>\n<p>The mysterious woman in the big hat was still the chief subject of leading articles in the papers, coupled with that of the ineptitude of the police who could not discover her. There were caricatures and picture post-cards in all the shop windows of a gigantic hat covering the whole figure of its wearer, only the feet, and a very long and pointed chin, protruding from beneath the enormous brim. Below was the device, \u201cWho is she? Ask the police?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>One day\u2014it was the second since the discharge of Miss L\u00f6wenthal\u2014my dear lady came into my room beaming. It was the first time I had seen her smile for more than a week, and already I had guessed what it was that had cheered her.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cGood news, Mary,\u201d she said gaily. \u201cAt last I\u2019ve got the chief to let me have a free hand. Oh, dear! what a lot of argument it takes to extricate that man from the tangled meshes of red tape!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat are you going to do?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cProve that my theory is right as to who murdered Mark Culledon,\u201d she replied seriously; \u201cand as a preliminary we\u2019ll go and ask his servants at Lorbury House a few questions.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>It was then three o\u2019clock in the afternoon. At Lady Molly\u2019s bidding, I dressed somewhat smartly, and together we went off in a taxi to Fitzjohn\u2019s Avenue.<\/p>\n<p>Lady Molly had written a few words on one of her cards, urgently requesting an interview with Lady Irene Culledon. This she handed over to the man-servant who opened the door at Lorbury House. A few moments later we were sitting in the cosy boudoir. The young widow, high-bred and dignified in her tight-fitting black gown, sat opposite to us, her white hands folded demurely before her, her small head, with its very close coiffure, bent in closest attention towards Lady Molly.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI most sincerely hope, Lady Irene,\u201d began my dear lady, in her most gentle and persuasive voice, \u201cthat you will look with all possible indulgence on my growing desire\u2014shared, I may say, by all my superiors at Scotland Yard\u2014to elucidate the mystery which still surrounds your late husband\u2019s death.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Lady Molly paused, as if waiting for encouragement to proceed. The subject must have been extremely painful to the young widow; nevertheless she responded quite gently:<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI can understand that the police wish to do their duty in the matter; as for me, I have done all, I think, that could be expected of me. I am not made of iron, and after that day in the police court\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n<p>She checked herself, as if afraid of having betrayed more emotion than was consistent with good breeding, and concluded more calmly:<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI cannot do any more.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI fully appreciate your feelings in the matter,\u201d said Lady Molly, \u201cbut you would not mind helping us\u2014would you?\u2014in a passive way, if you could, by some simple means, further the cause of justice.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat is it you want me to do?\u201d asked Lady Irene.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOnly to allow me to ring for two of your maids and to ask them a few questions. I promise you that they shall not be of such a nature as to cause you the slightest pain.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>For a moment I thought that the young widow hesitated, then, without a word, she rose and rang the bell.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhich of my servants did you wish to see?\u201d she asked, turning to my dear lady as soon as the butler entered in answer to the bell.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYour own maid and your parlour-maid, if I may,\u201d replied Lady Molly.<\/p>\n<p>Lady Irene gave the necessary orders, and we all sat expectant and silent until, a minute or two later, two girls entered the room. One wore a cap and apron, the other, in neat black dress and dainty lace collar, was obviously the lady\u2019s maid.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThis lady,\u201d said their mistress, addressing the two girls, \u201cwishes to ask you a few questions. She is a representative of the police, so you had better do your best to satisfy her with your answers.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOh!\u201d rejoined Lady Molly pleasantly\u2014choosing not to notice the tone of acerbity with which the young widow had spoken, nor the unmistakable barrier of hostility and reserve which her words had immediately raised between the young servants and the \u201crepresentative of the police\u201d\u2014\u201cwhat I am going to ask these two young ladies is neither very difficult nor very unpleasant. I merely want their kind help in a little comedy which will have to be played this evening, in order to test the accuracy of certain statements made by one of the waitresses at Mathis\u2019 tea shop with regard to the terrible tragedy which has darkened this house. You will do that much, will you not?\u201d she added, speaking directly to the maids.<\/p>\n<p>No one can be so winning or so persuasive as my dear lady. In a moment I saw the girls\u2019 hostility melting before the sunshine of Lady Molly\u2019s smile.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWe\u2019ll do what we can, ma\u2019am,\u201d said the maid.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThat\u2019s a brave, good girl!\u201d replied my lady. \u201cYou must know that the chief waitress at Mathis\u2019 has, this very morning, identified the woman in the big hat who, we all believe, murdered your late master. Yes!\u201d she continued, in response to a gasp of astonishment which seemed to go round the room like a wave, \u201cthe girl seems quite positive, both as regards the hat and the woman who wore it. But, of course, one cannot allow a human life to be sworn away without bringing every possible proof to bear on such a statement, and I am sure that everyone in this house will understand that we don\u2019t want to introduce strangers more than we can help into this sad affair, which already has been bruited abroad too much.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>She paused a moment; then, as neither Lady Irene nor the maids made any comment, she continued:<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMy superiors at Scotland Yard think it their duty to try and confuse the witness as much as possible in her act of identification. They desire that a certain number of ladies wearing abnormally large hats should parade before the waitress. Among them will be, of course, the one whom the girl has already identified as being the mysterious person who had tea with Mr. Culledon at Mathis\u2019 that afternoon.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMy superiors can then satisfy themselves whether the waitress is or is not so sure of her statement that she invariably picks out again and again one particular individual amongst a number of others or not.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSurely,\u201d interrupted Lady Irene, dryly, \u201cyou and your superiors do not expect my servants to help in such a farce?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWe don\u2019t look upon such a proceeding as a farce, Lady Irene,\u201d rejoined Lady Molly, gently. \u201cIt is often resorted to in the interests of an accused person, and we certainly would ask the co-operation of your household.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI don\u2019t see what they can do.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>But the two girls did not seem unwilling. The idea appealed to them, I felt sure; it suggested an exciting episode, and gave promise of variety in their monotonous lives.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI am sure both these young ladies possess fine big hats,\u201d continued Lady Molly with an encouraging smile.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI should not allow them to wear ridiculous headgear,\u201d retorted Lady Irene, sternly.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI have the one your ladyship wouldn\u2019t wear, and threw away,\u201d interposed the young parlour-maid. \u201cI put it together again with the scraps I found in the dusthole.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>There was just one instant of absolute silence, one of those magnetic moments when Fate seems to have dropped the spool on which she was spinning the threads of a life, and is just stooping in order to pick it up.<\/p>\n<p>Lady Irene raised a black-bordered handkerchief to her lips, then said quietly:<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI don\u2019t know what you mean, Mary. I never wear big hats.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo, my lady,\u201d here interposed the lady\u2019s maid; \u201cbut Mary means the one you ordered at Sanchia\u2019s and only wore the once\u2014the day you went to that concert.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhich day was that?\u201d asked Lady Molly, blandly.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOh! I couldn\u2019t forget that day,\u201d ejaculated the maid; \u201cher ladyship came home from the concert\u2014I had undressed her, and she told me that she would never wear her big hat again\u2014it was too heavy. That same day Mr. Culledon was murdered.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThat hat would answer our purpose very well,\u201d said Lady Molly, quite calmly. \u201cPerhaps Mary will go and fetch it, and you had better go and help her put it on.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>The two girls went out of the room without another word, and there were we three women left facing one another, with that awful secret, only half-revealed, hovering in the air like an intangible spectre.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat are you going to do, Lady Irene?\u201d asked Lady Molly, after a moment\u2019s pause, during which I literally could hear my own heart beating, whilst I watched the rigid figure of the widow in deep black crape, her face set and white, her eyes fixed steadily on Lady Molly.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou can\u2019t prove it!\u201d she said defiantly.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI think we can,\u201d rejoined Lady Molly, simply; \u201cat any rate, I mean to try. I have two of the waitresses from Mathis\u2019 outside in a cab, and I have already spoken to the attendant who served you at Sanchia\u2019s, an obscure milliner in a back street near Portland Road. We know that you were at great pains there to order a hat of certain dimensions and to your own minute description; it was a copy of one you had once seen Miss L\u00f6wenthal wear when you met her at your late husband\u2019s office. We can prove that meeting, too. Then we have your maid\u2019s testimony that you wore that same hat once, and once only, the day, presumably, that you went out to a concert\u2014a statement which you will find it difficult to substantiate\u2014and also the day on which your husband was murdered.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBah! the public will laugh at you!\u201d retorted Lady Irene, still defiantly. \u201cYou would not dare to formulate so monstrous a charge!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt will not seem monstrous when justice has weighed in the balance the facts which we can prove. Let me tell you a few of these, the result of careful investigation. There is the fact that you knew of Mr. Culledon\u2019s entanglement with Miss Elizabeth L\u00f6wenthal, and did your best to keep it from old Mrs. Steinberg\u2019s knowledge, realising that any scandal round her favourite nephew would result in the old lady cutting him\u2014and therefore you\u2014out of her will. You dismissed a parlour-maid for the sole reason that she had been present when Miss L\u00f6wenthal was shown into Mr. Culledon\u2019s study. There is the fact that Mrs. Steinberg had so worded her will that, in the event of her nephew dying before her, her fortune would devolve on you; the fact that, with Miss L\u00f6wenthal\u2019s action for breach of promise against your husband, your last hope of keeping the scandal from the old lady\u2019s ears had effectually vanished. You saw the fortune eluding your grasp; you feared Mrs. Steinberg would alter her will. Had you found the means, and had you dared, would you not rather have killed the old lady? But discovery would have been certain. The other crime was bolder and surer. You have inherited the old lady\u2019s millions, for she never knew of her nephew\u2019s earlier peccadillos.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAll this we can state and prove, and the history of the hat, bought, and worn one day only, that same memorable day, and then thrown away.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>A loud laugh interrupted her\u2014a laugh that froze my very marrow.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThere is one fact you have forgotten, my lady of Scotland Yard,\u201d came in sharp, strident accents from the black-robed figure, which seemed to have become strangely spectral in the fast gathering gloom which had been enveloping the luxurious little boudoir. \u201cDon\u2019t omit to mention the fact that the accused took the law into her own hands.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>And before my dear lady and I could rush to prevent her, Lady Irene Culledon had conveyed something\u2014we dared not think what\u2014to her mouth.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cFind Danvers quickly, Mary!\u201d said Lady Molly, calmly. \u201cYou\u2019ll find him outside. Bring a doctor back with you.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Even as she spoke Lady Irene, with a cry of agony, fell senseless in my dear lady\u2019s arms.<\/p>\n<p>The doctor, I may tell you, came too late. The unfortunate woman evidently had a good knowledge of poisons. She had been determined not to fail; in case of discovery, she was ready and able to mete out justice to herself.<\/p>\n<p>I don\u2019t think the public ever knew the real truth about the woman in the big hat. Interest in her went the way of all things. Yet my dear lady had been right from beginning to end. With unerring precision she had placed her dainty finger on the real motive and the real perpetrator of the crime\u2014the ambitious woman who had married solely for money, and meant to have that money even at the cost of one of the most dastardly murders that have ever darkened the criminal annals of this country.<\/p>\n<p>I asked Lady Molly what it was that first made her think of Lady Irene as the possible murderess. No one else for a moment had thought her guilty.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThe big hat,\u201d replied my dear lady with a smile. \u201cHad the mysterious woman at Mathis\u2019 been tall, the waitresses would not, one and all, have been struck by the abnormal size of the hat. The wearer must have been petite, hence the reason that under a wide brim only the chin would be visible. I at once sought for a small woman. 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