The Classic Mystery Collection - Arthur Conan Doyle [5845]
"He'd been drinking a little too much for a man to play his best, especially on a hot day," ventured another. "He must have been taken ill from that, and the excitement of trying to win over the major, and it affected his heart."
"Never knew him to have heart disease," declared Bruce Garrigan.
"Lots of us have it and don't know it," commented Tom Sharwell. "I suppose it will take an autopsy to decide."
"Rather tough on Miss Carwell," was another comment.
"That's true !" several agreed.
The body of Horace Carwell was placed in one of the small card rooms, and the door locked. Then followed some quick telephoning on the part of Dr. Baird, who had recently joined the golf club, and who had arrived at the clubhouse shortly before Mr. Carwell dropped dead.
It was at the suggestion of Harry Bartlett that Dr. Addison Lambert, the Carwell family physician, was sent for, and that rather aged practitioner arrived as soon as possible.
He was taken in to view the body, together with Dr. Baird, who was almost pathetically deferential to his senior colleague. The two medical men were together in the room with the body for some time, and when they came out Viola Carwell was there to meet them. Dr. Lambert put his arms about her. He had known her all her life - since she first ventured into this world, in fact - and his manner was most fatherly.
"Oh, Uncle Add !" she murmured to him - for she had long called him by this endearing title - Oh, Uncle Add! What is it? Is my father - is he really - "
"My dear little girl, your father is dead, I am sorry to say. You must be very brave, and bear up. Be the brave woman he would want you to be."
"I will, Uncle Add. But, oh, it is so hard! He was all I had! Oh, what made him die?"
She questioned almost as a little child might have done.
"That I don't know, my dear," answered Dr. Lambert gently. "We shall have to find that out later by - Well, we'll find out later, Dr. Baird and I. You had better go home now. I'll have your car brought around. Is that - that Frenchman here - your chauffeur?"
"Yes, he was here a little while ago. But I had rather not go home with him - at least, unless some one else comes with me. I don't like - I don't like that big, new car.
"If you will come with me, Viola - " began Bartlett.
"Yes, Harry, I'll go with you. Oh, poor Aunt Mary! This will be a terrible shock to her. I - "
"I'll telephone, offered Dr. Lambert. "She'll know when you arrive. And I'll be over to see you, Viola, as soon as I make some arrangements."
"And will you look after - after poor father?"
"Yes, you may leave it all to me.
And so, while the body of the dead clubman remained at the nineteenth hole, Viola Carwell was taken to The Haven by Harry Bartlett, while Captain Poland, nodding farewell to LeGrand Blossom and some of his other friends, left the grounds in his gray car.
And as he rode down past the inlet where the tide was now running out to the sea, he saw an osprey dart down and strike at an unseen fish.
But the bird rose with dripping pinions, its talons empty.
"You didn't get any one that time!" murmured the captain.
CHAPTER III
"WHY?"
Through the silent house echoed the vibration of the electric bell, sounding unnecessarily loud, it seemed. The maid who answered took the caller's card to Miss Mary Carwell, Viola's aunt.
"He wants to see Miss Viola," the servant reported. "Shall I tell her?"
"You had better, yes. She went to lie down, but she will want to see Captain Poland. Wait, I'll tell her myself. Where is he?"
"In the library, ma am.
"Very well. I'll see him."
Mr. Carwell's sister literally swept down the stairs, her black silk dress rustling somberly and importantly. She was a large woman, and her bearing and air were in keeping.
"It was very good of you to come," she murmured, as she sank, with more rustling and shimmerings, into a chair, while the captain waited for her to be settled, like a boat at anchor, before he again took his place. "Viola will be down presently. I gave her a powder the doctor left for her, and she slept, I hope, since we were both