The Ashiel Mystery

The Ashiel mystery, by Mrs.
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THE ASHIEL MYSTERY A DETECTIVE STORY
BY MRS. CHARLES BRYCE

"It is the difficulty of the Police Romance, that the reader is always a
man of such vastly greater ingenuity than the writer."
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON.
CHAPTER I
When Sir Arthur Byrne fell ill, after three summers at his post in the
little consulate that overlooked the lonely waters of the Black Sea, he
applied for sick leave. Having obtained it, he hurried home to scatter
guineas in Harley Street; for he felt all the uneasy doubts as to his
future which a strong man who has never in his life known what it is to
have a headache is apt to experience at the first symptom that all is not
well. Outwardly, he pretended to make light of the matter.

"Drains, that's what it is," he would say to some of the passengers to
whom he confided the altered state of his health on board the boat
which carried him to Constantinople. "As soon as I get back to a
civilized sewage system I shall be myself again. These Eastern towns
are all right for Orientals; and what is your Muscovite but an Oriental,
in all essentials of hygiene? But they play the deuce with a European
who has grown up in a country where people still indulge in a sense of
smell."
And if anyone ventured to sympathize with him, or to express regret at
his illness, he would snub him fiercely. But for all that he felt
convinced, in his own mind, that he had been attacked by some fatal
disease. He became melancholy and depressed; and, if he did not spend
his days in drawing up his last will and testament, it was because such a
proceeding--in view of the state of his banking account--would have
partaken of the nature of a farce. Having a sense of humour, he was
little disposed, just then, to any action whose comic side he could not
conveniently ignore.
When he arrived in London, however, he was relieved to find that the
specialists whom he consulted, while they mostly gave him his money's
worth of polite interest, did not display any anxiety as to his condition.
One of them, indeed, went so far as to mention a long name, and to
suggest that an operation for appendicitis would be likely to do no harm;
but, on being cross-examined, confessed that he saw no reason to
suspect anything wrong with Sir Arthur's appendix; so that the young
man left the consulting-room in some indignation.
He remembered, as soon as the door had closed behind him, that he had
forgotten to ask the meaning of the long name; and, being reluctant to
set eyes again on the doctor who had mystified him with it, went to
another and demanded to know what such a term might signify.
"Is--is it--dangerous?" he stammered, trying in vain to appear
indifferent.
Sir Ronald Tompkins, F.R.C.S., etc. etc., let slip a smile; and then,
remembering his reputation, changed it to a look of grave sympathy.

"No," he murmured, "no, no. There is no danger. I should say, no
immediate danger. Still you did right, quite right, in coming to me.
Taken in time, and in the proper way, this delicacy of yours will, I have
no hesitation in saying, give way to treatment. I assure you, my dear Sir
Arthur, that I have cured many worse cases than yours.