UP TO DATE AGAIN-DARLINGHURST GAOL
AFTER the magisterial decision Bertha was removed to Darlinghurst Gaol.
Her appearance at the Police Court was merely formal, and she was there
committed to take her trial at the ensuing Quarter Sessions. Bail was
not allowed, and only the daily visit of Professor Norris broke the
monotony of the following days.
The best legal talent available had been secured on her behalf, and the
most skilled Sydney detective was employed, and money was used
unsparingly to unravel the mystery in her defence; but no progress had
been made. On the other hand, the prosecution, who were no less busy in
seeking for corroborative evidence, were utterly at fault. Her past
history had been raked up, all her acquaintances interrogated for a clue
that would indicate a secret intrigue on her part, or a previous lapse in
her morals; but her record stood the test well. The chatter of her old
companions in the Golden Bar, when sifted by experts, was found to be
mere slander.
Detective Dobell began to feel uneasy. It was contrary to all his
experience that a murderess, such as Mrs. Booth appeared to be, should,
up to the commission of the crime, have led a blameless life. He had
taken it for granted that inquiry would have shown the hidden motive for
the deed. Motive there must have been. For no one, not a lunatic, would
commit a crime of this nature without reason. And Dobell felt that the
evidence, though strong, was not strong enough. The robbery at the
office was, to say the least, a curious coincidence, but by no possible
means could he connect Mrs. Booth with it; and that left a loophole for
doubt. She had ample funds also at her own disposal, as was proved by
the bank account that Mr. Booth on his marriage had opened for her.
Dobell was troubled; he felt his reputation in some sense at stake. He
was at fault, and he had felt so sure.
The Professor was surprised at the comparative calm with which Bertha
endured her imprisonment. After the first shock, the first horror, her
outward demeanour became quiet, almost confident. It is true her lawyer
had bade her be of good heart, that the evidence, so far as known and
unsupported, was, at best, only one of strong suspicion, and what no jury
would convict on. But prisoners’ lawyers are professedly sanguine, and
the Professor hardly expected such consolation to have so influenced
Bertha’s emotional nature.
“Is there anything new, Pro?” Bertha inquired one morning, when the
Professor made his usual morning visit.
“No, my dear; nothing. No clue, no trace can be found. What are these
heaps of letters about that you have been looking at?”
Bertha had nearly the old smile on her face as she replied—
“Offers of marriage, Pro! The Golden Bar was bad enough. I used to get
some sort of a proposal at least once a week; but here in Darlinghurst I
am fairly deluged. Every man in the colony seems to want to marry me!
Just look at some of their letters. Some of them don’t even pretend they
think me innocent? I suppose if one of these men should be on the jury
it will be ‘Hang or Marry!’ Really it is horrible! What can they take
me for? One husband hardly cold from a dreadful death, and they insult
me with their infamous propositions. Do you know, Pro, if it was not for
the hope that one of these letters might have some reference to the crime
and the author of it I would not open another.”
“You are hopeful, then, Bertha?”
“For myself I am not troubled a bit. I am even surprised at myself. I
seem to be a looker-on, as one looks at a play, and the whole thing a
dream. I pinch myself at times; I cannot be sure I am awake. And then I
have a kind of certainty that in some way the truth will come out. I was
thinking only last night that there is a man who could help us if he
would. Will you go to him?”
“Who is he?”
“He is an old friend of poor Alec’s, who was always singing his praises,
and said he could do anything, find out anything if he only liked. You
remember when I was carried off in the cab? Well, Alec went to him, and
he told Alec how to find me. He is the man to help us, I feel certain.”
“What is his name, and where does he live? I will go at once.”
“He is called Soft Sam. Very likely that is not his real name, and you
will learn where to find him at the Golden Bar. Get Ruby and Florrie to
ask some of the customers. They will know who, and you will soon find
out.”