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diff --git a/75461-h/75461-h.htm b/75461-h/75461-h.htm new file mode 100644 index 0000000..87eaf0e --- /dev/null +++ b/75461-h/75461-h.htm @@ -0,0 +1,11373 @@ +<!DOCTYPE html> +<html lang="en"> +<head> +<meta charset="utf-8"> +<title>The Case of Miss Elliott | Project Gutenberg</title> +<link rel="icon" href="images/cover.jpg" type="image/x-cover"> +<style> +body { + margin: 1em auto; + max-width: 40em; +} +p { + margin: 0; + text-indent: 1.5em; + text-align: justify; +} +hr { + width: 40%; + margin: 1em 30%; +} +h1, h2 { + margin: 2em auto; + text-align: center; + text-transform: uppercase; +} +h3 { + font-variant: small-caps; + text-align: center; +} +h3 + p { text-indent: 0 } +figure { text-align: center; } +img { max-width: 95%; } +#titlepage { padding: 10% 0; } +.authorprefix { + font-style: italic; + text-align: center; + text-indent: 0; + margin: 1em 0; +} +.author { + font-size: x-large; + font-weight: bold; + margin-bottom: 4em; + text-align: center; + text-indent: 0; + text-transform: uppercase; +} +.publisher { + text-align: center; + text-indent: 0; + text-transform: uppercase; +} +.toc { margin: 0 auto; } +.toc .n { + padding-right: 0.5em; + text-align: right; + vertical-align: top; +} +.toc .t { font-variant: small-caps; } +.sc { font-variant: small-caps; } +i .sc { font-style: normal; } +.finis { + font-size: small; + margin-top: 3em; + text-align: center; + text-transform: uppercase; +} +div.chapter { page-break-before: always; } +div.section { page-break-before: always; } +</style> +</head> +<body> +<div style='text-align:center'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 75461 ***</div> + +<figure> + <img id="coverpage" src="images/cover.jpg" alt="Book cover"> +</figure> + +<div class="section" id="titlepage"> + +<h1>The Case of Miss Elliott</h1> +<p class="authorprefix">by</p> +<p class="author">Baroness Orczy</p> + +<p class="publisher">London: Greening & Co., Ltd.</p> +<p class="publisher">1909</p> + +</div> + +<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="section" id="contents"> + +<h2>Contents</h2> + +<table class="toc"> +<tr> + <td class="n">I.</td> + <td class="t"><a href="#ch01-1">The Case of Miss Elliott</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="n">II.</td> + <td class="t"><a href="#ch02-1">The Hocussing of Cigarette</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="n">III.</td> + <td class="t"><a href="#ch03-1">The Tragedy in Dartmoor Terrace</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="n">IV.</td> + <td class="t"><a href="#ch04-1">Who Stole the Black Diamonds?</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="n">V.</td> + <td class="t"><a href="#ch05-1">The Murder of Miss Pebmarsh</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="n">VI.</td> + <td class="t"><a href="#ch06-1">The Lisson Grove Mystery</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="n">VII.</td> + <td class="t"><a href="#ch07-1">The Tremarn Case</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="n">VIII.</td> + <td class="t"><a href="#ch08-1">The Fate of the <i>Artemis</i></a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="n">IX.</td> + <td class="t"><a href="#ch09-1">The Disappearance of Count Collini</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="n">X.</td> + <td class="t"><a href="#ch10-1">The Ayrsham Mystery</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="n">XI.</td> + <td class="t"><a href="#ch11-1">The Affair at the Novelty Theatre</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td class="n">XII.</td> + <td class="t"><a href="#ch12-1">The Tragedy of Barnsdale Manor</a></td> +</tr> +</table> + +</div> + +<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="section" id="frontispiece"> + +<figure> + <img src="images/front.jpg" alt="A horse-drawn hansom cab + at night-time. In the shadowy interior of the cab sits a man in + evening dress, leaning against the side of the cab as if dozing. + Another man stands beside the cab, tentatively reaching in."> + <figcaption> + “ ’E was dead and no mistake.” + —<a href="#front-src"><i>The Tremarn Case</i>.</a> + </figcaption> +</figure> + +</div> + +<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter" id="ch01-1"> + +<h2>I. <br> The Case of Miss Elliott</h2> + +<h3>Chapter I</h3> + +<p>The man in the corner was watching me +over the top of his great bone-rimmed +spectacles.</p> + +<p>“Well?” he asked, after a little while.</p> + +<p>“Well?” I repeated with some acerbity. +I had been wondering for the last ten minutes +how many more knots he would manage to +make in that same bit of string, before he +actually started undoing them again.</p> + +<p>“Do I fidget you?” he asked apologetically, +whilst his long bony fingers buried +themselves, string, knots, and all, into the +capacious pockets of his magnificent tweed +ulster.</p> + +<p>“Yes, that is another awful tragedy,” +he said quietly, after a while. “Lady +doctors are having a pretty bad time of it +just now.”</p> + +<p>This was only his usual habit of speaking +in response to my thoughts. There was no +doubt that at the present moment my mind +was filled with that extraordinary mystery +which was setting all Scotland Yard by the +ears, and had completely thrown into the +shade the sad story of Miss Hickman’s tragic +fate.</p> + +<p>The <i>Daily Telegraph</i> had printed two +columns headed “Murder or Suicide?” on +the subject of the mysterious death of Miss +Elliott, matron of the Convalescent Home, +in Suffolk Avenue—and I must confess that +a more profound and bewildering mystery +had never been set before our able detective +department.</p> + +<p>“It has puzzled them this time, and no +mistake,” said the man in the corner, with +one of his most gruesome chuckles, “but I +daresay the public is quite satisfied that +there is no solution to be found, since the +police have found none.”</p> + +<p>“Can you find one?” I retorted with +withering sarcasm.</p> + +<p>“Oh, my solution would only be sneered +at,” he replied. “It is far too simple—and +yet how logical! There was Miss Elliott, a +good-looking, youngish, lady-like woman, +fully qualified in the medical profession and +in charge of the Convalescent Home in +Suffolk Avenue, which is a private institution +largely patronised by the benevolent.</p> + +<p>“For some time, already, there had +appeared vague comments and rumours in +various papers, that the extensive charitable +contributions did not all go towards the +up-keep of the Home. But, as is usual in +institutions of that sort, the public was not +allowed to know anything very definite, and +contributions continued to flow in, whilst +the Honorary Treasurer of the great +Convalescent Home kept up his beautiful house +in Hamilton Terrace, in a style which would +not have shamed a peer of the realm.</p> + +<p>“That is how matters stood, when on +2nd November last the morning papers +contained the brief announcement that at a +quarter past midnight two workmen walking +along Blomfield Road, Maida Vale, suddenly +came across the body of a young lady, lying +on her face, close to the wooden steps of the +narrow foot-bridge which at this point crosses +the canal.</p> + +<p>“This part of Maida Vale is, as you know, +very lonely at all times, but at night it is +usually quite deserted. Blomfield Road, with +its row of small houses and bits of front +gardens, faces the canal, and beyond the +foot-bridge is continued in a series of small +riverside wharves, which is practically +unknown ground to the average Londoner. +The foot-bridge itself, with steps at right +angles and high wooden parapet, would offer +excellent shelter at all hours of the night for +any nefarious deed.</p> + +<p>“It was within its shadows that the men +had found the body, and to their credit be +it said, they behaved like good and dutiful +citizens—one of them went off in search of +the police, whilst the other remained beside +the corpse.</p> + +<p>“From papers and books found upon her +person, it was soon ascertained that the +deceased was Miss Elliott, the young matron +of the Suffolk Avenue Convalescent Home; +and as she was very popular in her profession +and had a great many friends, the terrible +tragedy caused a sensation, all the more +acute as very quickly the rumour gained +ground that the unfortunate young woman +had taken her own life in a most gruesome +and mysterious manner.</p> + +<p>“Preliminary medical and police investigation +had revealed the fact that Miss Elliott +had died through a deep and scientifically-administered +gash in the throat, whilst the +surgical knife with which the deadly wound +was inflicted still lay tightly grasped in her +clenched hand.”</p> + +</div> + +<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter" id="ch01-2"> + +<h3>Chapter II</h3> + +<p>The man in the corner, ever conscious of +any effect he produced upon my excited +imagination, had paused for a while, giving +me time, as it were, to co-ordinate in my +mind the few simple facts he had put before +me. I had no wish to make a remark, +knowing of old that my one chance of getting +the whole of his interesting argument was +to offer neither comment nor contradiction.</p> + +<p>“When a young, good-looking woman in +the heyday of her success in an interesting +profession,” he began at last, “is alleged to +have committed suicide, the outside public +immediately want to know the reason why +she did such a thing, and a kind of +freemasonic, amateur detective work goes on, +which generally brings a few important truths +to light. Thus, in the case of Miss Elliott, +certain facts had begun to leak out, even +before the inquest, with its many sensational +developments. Rumours concerning the +internal administration, or rather +maladministration of the Home began to take more +definite form.</p> + +<p>“That its finances had been in a very +shaky condition for some time was known +to all those who were interested in its welfare. +What was not so universally known was that +few hospitals had had more munificent +donations and subscriptions showered upon them +in recent years, and yet it was openly spoken +of by all the nurses that Miss Elliott had on +more than one occasion petitioned for actual +necessities for the patients—necessities which +were denied to her on the plea of necessary +economy.</p> + +<p>“The Convalescent Home was, as sometimes +happens in institutions of this sort, +under the control of a committee of benevolent +and fashionable people who understood +nothing about business, and less still about +the management of a hospital. Dr. Kinnaird, +President of the institution, was a young, +eminently successful consultant; he had +recently married the daughter of a peer, who +had boundless ambitions for herself and her +husband.</p> + +<p>“Dr. Kinnaird, by adding the prestige +of his name to the Home, no doubt felt that +he had done enough for its welfare. Against +that, Dr. Stapylton, Honorary Secretary and +Treasurer of the Home, threw himself heart +and soul into the work connected with it, +and gave a great deal of his time to it. All +subscriptions and donations went, of course, +through his hands, the benevolent and +fashionable committee being only too willing +to shift all their financial responsibilities on +to his willing shoulders. He was a very +popular man in society—a bachelor with a +magnificent house in Hamilton Terrace, where +he entertained the more eminent and +fashionable clique in his own profession.</p> + +<p>“It was the evening papers, however, +which contained the most sensational development +of this tragic case. It appears that on +the Saturday afternoon Mary Dawson, one +of the nurses in the Home was going to the +house surgeon’s office with a message from +the head nurse, when her attention was +suddenly arrested in one of the passages by +the sound of loud voices proceeding from one +of the rooms. She paused to listen for a +moment and at once recognised the voices +of Miss Elliott and of Dr. Stapylton, the +Honorary Treasurer and Chairman of +Committee.</p> + +<p>“The subject of conversation was evidently +that of the eternal question of finance. +Miss Elliott spoke very indignantly, and +Nurse Dawson caught the words:</p> + +<p>“ ‘Surely you must agree with me that +Dr. Kinnaird ought to be informed at +once.’</p> + +<p>“Dr. Stapylton’s voice in reply seems to +have been at first bitingly sarcastic, then +threatening. Dawson heard nothing more +after that, and went on to deliver her message. +On her way back she stopped in the passage +again, and tried to listen. This time it seemed +to her as if she could hear the sound of some +one crying bitterly, and Dr. Stapylton’s +voice speaking very gently.</p> + +<p>“ ‘You may be right, Nellie,’ he was +saying. ‘At any rate, wait a few days +before telling Kinnaird. You know what he +is—he’ll make a frightful fuss and——’</p> + +<p>“Whereupon Miss Elliott interrupted him.</p> + +<p>“ ‘It isn’t fair to Dr. Kinnaird to keep +him in ignorance any longer. Whoever the +thief may be it is your duty or mine to expose +him, and if necessary bring him to justice.’</p> + +<p>“There was a good deal of discussion at +the time, if you remember, as to whether +Nurse Dawson had overheard and repeated +this speech accurately: whether, in point of +fact, Miss Elliott had used the words ‘<em>or</em> +mine’ or ‘<em>and</em> mine.’ You see the neat +little point, don’t you?” continued the man +in the corner. “The little word ‘and’ +would imply that she considered herself at +one with Dr. Stapylton in the matter, but +‘or’ would mean that she was resolved to +act alone if he refused to join her in +unmasking the thief.</p> + +<p>“All these facts, as I remarked before, had +leaked out, as such facts have a way of doing. +No wonder, therefore, that on the day fixed for +the inquest the coroner’s court was filled to +overflowing, both with the public—ever eager +for new sensations—and with the many +friends of the deceased lady, among whom +young medical students of both sexes and +nurses in uniform were most conspicuous.</p> + +<p>“I was there early, and therefore had a +good seat, from which I could comfortably +watch the various actors in the drama about +to be performed. People who seemed to be +in the know pointed out various personages +to one another, and it was a matter of note +that, in spite of professional engagements, +the members of the staff of the Convalescent +Home were present in full force and stayed on +almost the whole time. The personages who +chiefly arrested my attention were, firstly, +Dr. Kinnaird, a good-looking Irishman of +about forty, and President of the institution; +also Dr. Earnshaw, a rising young consultant, +with boundless belief in himself written all +over his pleasant rubicund countenance.</p> + +<p>“The expert medical evidence was once +again thoroughly gone into. There was +absolutely no doubt that Miss Elliott had +died from having her throat cut with the +surgical knife which was found grasped in +her right hand. There was absolutely no +signs of a personal struggle in the immediate +vicinity of the body, and rigid examination +proved that there was no other mark of +violence upon the body; there was nothing +therefore, to prove that the poor girl had +not committed suicide in a moment of mental +aberration or of great personal grief.</p> + +<p>“Of course, it was strange that she should +have chosen this curious mode of taking her +own life. She had access to all kinds of +poisons, amongst which her medical knowledge +could prompt her to choose the least painful +and most efficacious ones. Therefore, to +have walked out on a Sunday night to a +wretched and unfrequented spot and there +committed suicide in that grim fashion +seemed almost the work of a mad woman. +And yet the evidence of her family and +friends all tended to prove that Miss Elliott +was a peculiarly sane, large-minded, and +happy individual.</p> + +<p>“However, the suicide theory was at this +stage of the proceedings taken as being +absolutely established, and when +Police-Constable Fiske came forward to give his +evidence no one in the court was prepared +for a statement which suddenly revealed +this case to be as mysterious as it was tragic.</p> + +<p>“Fiske’s story was this: Close upon +midnight on that memorable Sunday night he +was walking down Blomfield Road along the +side of the canal and towards the foot-bridge, +when he overtook a lady and gentleman +who were walking in the same direction +as himself. He turned to look at them, and +noticed that the gentleman was in evening +dress and wore a high hat, and that the lady +was crying.</p> + +<p>“Blomfield Road is at best very badly +lighted, especially on the side next to the +canal, where there are no lamps at all. Fiske, +however, was prepared to swear positively +that the lady was the deceased. As for the +gentleman, he might know him again or he +might not.</p> + +<p>“Fiske then crossed the foot-bridge, and +walked on towards the Harrow Road. As he +did so, he heard St. Mary Magdalen’s church +clock chime the hour of midnight. It was a +quarter of an hour after that, that the body +of the unfortunate girl was found, and +clasping in her hand the knife with which +that awful deed had been done. By whom? +Was it really by her own self? But if so, +why did not that man in evening dress who +had last seen her alive come forward and +throw some light upon this fast thickening +veil of mystery?</p> + +<p>“It was Mr. James Elliott, brother of the +deceased, however, who first mentioned a +name then in open court, which has ever since +in the minds of every one been associated with +Miss Elliott’s tragic fate.</p> + +<p>“He was speaking in answer to a question +of the coroner’s anent his sister’s disposition +and recent frame of mind.</p> + +<p>“ ‘She was always extremely cheerful,’ he +said, ‘but recently had been peculiarly bright +and happy. I understood from her that this +was because she believed that a man for +whom she had a great regard was also very +much attached to her, and meant to ask her +to be his wife.’</p> + +<p>“ ‘And do you know who this man was?’ +asked the coroner.</p> + +<p>“ ‘Oh, yes,’ replied Mr. Elliott, ‘it was +Dr. Stapylton.’</p> + +<p>“Every one had expected that name of +course, for every one remembered Nurse +Dawson’s story, yet when it came, there crept +over all those present an undescribable feeling +that something terrible was impending.</p> + +<p>“ ‘Is Dr. Stapylton here?’</p> + +<p>“But Dr. Stapylton had sent in an excuse. +A professional case of the utmost urgency +had kept him at a patient’s bedside. But +Dr. Kinnaird, the President of the institution, +came forward.</p> + +<p>“Questioned by the coroner, Dr. Kinnaird, +however, who evidently had a great regard +for his colleague, repudiated any idea that +the funds of the institution had ever been +tampered with by the Treasurer.</p> + +<p>“ ‘The very suggestion of such a thing,’ +he said, ‘was an outrage upon one of the +most brilliant men in the profession.’</p> + +<p>“He further added that, although he knew +that Dr. Stapylton thought very highly of +Miss Elliott, he did not think that there was +any actual engagement, and most decidedly +he (Dr. Kinnaird) had heard nothing of any +disagreement between them.</p> + +<p>“ ‘Then did Dr. Stapylton never tell you +that Miss Elliott had often chafed under the +extraordinary economy practised in the +richly-endowed Home?’ asked the coroner again.</p> + +<p>“ ‘No,’ replied Dr. Kinnaird.</p> + +<p>“ ‘Was not that rather strange reticence?’</p> + +<p>“ ‘Certainly not. I am only the Honorary +President of the institution—Stapylton has +chief control of its finances.’</p> + +<p>“ ‘Ah!’ remarked the coroner blandly.</p> + +<p>“However, it was clearly no business of +his at this moment to enter into the financial +affairs of the Home. His duty at this point +was to try and find out if Dr. Stapylton and +the man in evening dress were one and the +same person.</p> + +<p>“The men who found the body testified to +the hour: a quarter past midnight. As +Fiske had seen the unfortunate girl alive a +little before twelve, she must have been +murdered or had committed suicide between +midnight and a quarter past. But there +was something more to come.</p> + +<p>“How strange and dramatic it all was!” +continued the man in the corner, with a +bland smile, altogether out of keeping with +the poignancy of his narrative; “all these +people in that crowded court trying to +reconstruct the last chapter of that bright young +matron’s life and then—but I must not +anticipate.</p> + +<p>“One more witness was to be heard—one +whom the police, with a totally unconscious +sense of what is dramatic, had reserved for +the last. This was Dr. Earnshaw, one of the +staff of the Convalescent Home. His evidence +was very short, but of deeply momentous +import. He explained that he had consulting +rooms in Weymouth Street, but resided in +Westbourne Square. On Sunday, 1st November, +he had been dining out in Maida Vale, +and returning home a little before midnight +saw a woman standing close by the steps of +the foot-bridge in the Blomfield Road.</p> + +<p>“ ‘I had been coming down Formosa +Street and had not specially taken notice of +her, when just as I reached the corner of +Blomfield Road she was joined by a man in +evening dress and high hat. Then I crossed +the road, and recognised both Miss Elliott +and——’</p> + +<p>“The young doctor paused, almost as if +hesitating before the enormity of what he +was about to say, whilst the excitement in +court became almost painful.</p> + +<p>“ ‘And——?’ urged the coroner.</p> + +<p>“ ‘And Dr. Stapylton,’ said Dr. Earnshaw +at last, almost under his breath.</p> + +<p>“ ‘You are quite sure?’ asked the +coroner.</p> + +<p>“ ‘Absolutely positive. I spoke to them +both, and they spoke to me.’</p> + +<p>“ ‘What did you say?’</p> + +<p>“ ‘Oh, the usual, “Hello, Stapylton,” to +which he replied, “Hello!” I then said +“Good-night” to them both, and Miss Elliott +also said “Good-night.” I saw her face +more clearly then, and thought that she +looked very tearful and unhappy, and +Stapylton looked ill-tempered. I wondered +why they had chosen that unhallowed spot +for a midnight walk.’</p> + +<p>“ ‘And you say the hour was——?’ asked +the coroner.</p> + +<p>“ ‘Ten minutes to twelve. I looked at +my watch as I crossed the foot-bridge, and +had heard a quarter to twelve strike five +minutes before.’</p> + +<p>“Then it was that the coroner adjourned +the inquest. Dr. Stapylton’s attendance had +become absolutely imperative. According to +Dr. Earnshaw’s testimony, he had been with +deceased certainly a quarter of an hour before +she met her terrible death. Fiske had seen +them together ten minutes later; she was +then crying bitterly. There was as yet no +actual charge against the fashionable and +rich doctor, but already the ghostly bird of +suspicion had touched him with its ugly +wing.”</p> + +</div> + +<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter" id="ch01-3"> + +<h3>Chapter III</h3> + +<p>“As for the next day,” continued the man +in the corner after a slight pause, “I can +assure you that there was not a square foot of +standing room in the coroner’s court for the +adjourned inquest. It was timed for eleven +a.m., and at six o’clock on that cold winter’s +morning the pavement outside the court was +already crowded. As for me, I always +manage to get a front seat, and I did on that +occasion, too. I fancy that I was the first +among the general public to note Dr. Stapylton +as he entered the room accompanied by his +solicitor, and by Dr. Kinnaird, with whom +he was chatting very cheerfully and pleasantly.</p> + +<p>“Mind you, I am a great admirer of the +medical profession, and I think a clever and +successful doctor usually has a most delightful +air about him—the consciousness of great +and good work done—with profit to himself—which +is quite unique and quite admirable.</p> + +<p>“Dr. Stapylton had that air even to a +greater extent than his colleague, and from +the affectionate way in which Dr. Kinnaird +finally shook him by the hand, it was quite +clear that the respected chief of the +Convalescent Home, at any rate, refused to +harbour any suspicion of the integrity of its +Treasurer.</p> + +<p>“Well, I must not weary you by dwelling +on the unimportant details of this momentous +inquest. Constable Fiske, who was asked to +identify the gentleman in evening dress +whom he had seen with the deceased at a few +minutes before twelve, failed to recognise +Dr. Stapylton very positively: pressed very +closely, he finally refused to swear either +way. Against that, Dr. Earnshaw repeated +clearly and categorically, looking his colleague +straight in the face the while, the damnatory +evidence he had given the day before.</p> + +<p>“ ‘I saw Dr. Stapylton, I spoke to him, and +he spoke to me,’ he repeated most +emphatically.</p> + +<p>“Every one in that court was watching +Dr. Stapylton’s face, which wore an air of +supreme nonchalance, even of contempt, but +certainly neither of guilt nor of fear.</p> + +<p>“Of course, by that time <em>I</em> had fully made +up my mind as to where the hitch lay in +this extraordinary mystery; but no one else +had, and every one held their breath as Dr. +Stapylton quietly stepped into the box, and +after a few preliminary questions the coroner +asked him very abruptly:</p> + +<p>“ ‘You were in the company of the deceased +a few minutes before she died, Dr. +Stapylton?’</p> + +<p>“ ‘Pardon me,’ replied the latter quietly, +‘I last saw Miss Elliott alive on Saturday +afternoon, just before I went home from my +work.’</p> + +<p>“This calm reply, delivered without a +tremor, positively made every one gasp. For +the moment coroner and jury were alike +staggered.</p> + +<p>“ ‘But we have two witnesses here who +saw you in the company of the deceased +within a few minutes of twelve o’clock on the +Sunday night!’ the coroner managed to +gasp out at last.</p> + +<p>“ ‘Pardon me,’ again interposed the doctor, +‘these witnesses were mistaken.’</p> + +<p>“ ‘Mistaken!’</p> + +<p>“I think every one would have shouted +out the word in boundless astonishment had +they dared to do so.</p> + +<p>“ ‘Dr. Earnshaw was mistaken,’ reiterated +Dr. Stapylton quietly. ‘He neither saw me +nor did he speak to me.’</p> + +<p>“ ‘You can substantiate that, of course?’ +queried the coroner.</p> + +<p>“ ‘Pardon me,’ once more said the doctor, +with utmost calm, ‘it is surely Dr. Earnshaw +who should substantiate <em>his</em> statement.’</p> + +<p>“ ‘There is Constable Fiske’s corroborative +evidence for that,’ retorted the coroner, +somewhat nettled.</p> + +<p>“ ‘Hardly, I think. You see, the constable +states that he saw a gentleman in evening +dress, etc., talking to the deceased at a +minute or two before twelve o’clock, and that +when he heard the clock of St. Mary Magdalen +chime the hour of midnight he was just +walking away from the foot-bridge. Now, +just as that very church clock was chiming +that hour, I was stepping into a cab at the +corner of Harrow Road, not a hundred yards +<em>in front</em> of Constable Fiske.’</p> + +<p>“ ‘You swear to that?’ queried the +coroner in amazement.</p> + +<p>“ ‘I can easily prove it,’ said Dr. Stapylton. +‘The cabman who drove me from there to +my club is here and can corroborate my +statement.’</p> + +<p>“And amidst boundless excitement, John +Smith, a hansom cab-driver, stated that he +was hailed in the Harrow Road by the last +witness, who told him to drive to the Royal +Clinical Club, in Mardon Street. Just as he +started off, St. Mary Magdalen’s church, close +by, struck the hour of midnight.</p> + +<p>“At that very moment, if you remember, +Constable Fiske had just crossed the +foot-bridge, and was walking towards the Harrow +Road, and he was quite sure (for he was +closely questioned afterwards) that no one +overtook him from behind. Now there would +be no way of getting from one side of the +canal to the other at this point except over +that foot-bridge; the nearest bridge is fully +two hundred yards further down the Blomfield +Road. The girl was alive a minute <em>before</em> +the constable crossed the foot-bridge, and it +would have been absolutely impossible for +any one to have murdered a girl, placed the +knife in her hand, run a couple of hundred +yards to the next bridge and another three +hundred to the corner of Harrow Road, all +in the space of three minutes.</p> + +<p>“This <i>alibi</i>, therefore, absolutely cleared +Dr. Stapylton from any suspicion of having +murdered Miss Elliott. And yet, looking +on that man as he sat there, calm, cool and +contemptuous, no one could have had the +slightest doubt but that he was lying—lying +when he said he had not seen Miss +Elliott that evening; lying when he denied +Dr. Earnshaw’s statement; lying when he +professed himself ignorant of the poor girl’s +fate.</p> + +<p>“Dr. Earnshaw repeated his statement +with the same emphasis, but it was one +man’s word against another’s, and as Dr. +Stapylton was so glaringly innocent of the +actual murder, there seemed no valid reason +at all why he should have denied having seen +her that night, and the point was allowed to +drop. As for Nurse Dawson’s story of his +alleged quarrel with Miss Elliott on the +Saturday night, Dr. Stapylton again had a +simple and logical explanation.</p> + +<p>“ ‘People who listen at keyholes,’ he said +quietly, ‘are apt to hear only fragments of +conversation, and often mistake ordinary +loud voices for quarrels. As a matter of +fact, Miss Elliott and I were discussing the +dismissal of certain nurses from the Home, +whom she deemed incompetent. Nurse +Dawson was among that number. She desired +their immediate dismissal, and I tried to +pacify her. That was the subject of my +conversation with the deceased lady. I can +swear to every word of it.’ ”</p> + +</div> + +<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter" id="ch01-4"> + +<h3>Chapter IV</h3> + +<p>The man in the corner had long ceased +speaking, and was placing quietly before me +a number of photographs. One by one I +saw the series of faces which had been watched +so eagerly in the coroner’s court that +memorable afternoon by an excited crowd.</p> + +<p>“So the fate of poor Miss Elliott has +remained wrapt in mystery?” I said +thoughtfully at last.</p> + +<p>“To every one,” rejoined the funny +creature, “except to me.”</p> + +<p>“Ah! What is your theory, then?”</p> + +<p>“A simple one, dear lady: so simple that +it really amazes me, that no one, not even +you, my faithful pupil, ever thought of it.”</p> + +<p>“It may be so simple that it becomes +idiotic,” I retorted with lofty disdain.</p> + +<p>“Well, that may be. Shall I at any rate +try to make it clear.”</p> + +<p>“If you like.”</p> + +<p>“For this I think the best way would be, +if you were to follow me through what +transpired before the inquest. But first tell +me, what do you think of Dr. Earnshaw’s +statement?”</p> + +<p>“Well,” I replied, “a good many people +thought that it was he who murdered Miss +Elliott, and that his story of meeting Dr. +Stapylton with her was a lie from beginning +to end.”</p> + +<p>“Impossible!” he retorted, making an +elaborate knot in his bit of string. “Dr. +Earnshaw’s friends, with whom he had been +dining that night, swore that he was <em>not</em> in +evening dress, nor wore a high hat. And on +that point—the evening dress, and the +hat—Constable Fiske was most positive.”</p> + +<p>“Then Dr. Earnshaw was mistaken, and +it was not Dr. Stapylton he met.”</p> + +<p>“Impossible!” he shrieked, whilst another +knot went to join its fellows. “He spoke to +Dr. Stapylton, and Dr. Stapylton spoke to +him.”</p> + +<p>“Very well, then,” I argued; “why should +Dr. Stapylton tell a lie about it? He had +such a conclusive <i>alibi</i> that there could be +no object in his making a false statement +about that.”</p> + +<p>“No object!” shrieked the excited +creature. “Why, don’t you <em>see</em> that he had +to tell the lie in order to set police, coroner +and jury by the ears, because he did not +wish it to be even remotely hinted at, that +the man whom Dr. Earnshaw saw with Miss +Elliott, and the man whom Constable Fiske +saw with her ten minutes later, were <em>two +different persons</em>.”</p> + +<p>“Two different persons!” I ejaculated.</p> + +<p>“Ay! two confederates in this villany. +No one has ever attempted to deny the truth +of the shaky finances of the Home; no one +has really denied that Miss Elliott suspected +certain defalcations and was trying to force +the hands of the Honorary Treasurer towards +a full enquiry. That the Honorary Treasurer +knew where all the money went to was +pretty clear all along—his magnificent house +in Hamilton Terrace fully testifies to that. +That the President of the institution was a +party to these defalcations and largely +profited by them I for one am equally +convinced.”</p> + +<p>“Dr. Kinnaird?” I ejaculated in +amazement.</p> + +<p>“Ay, Dr. Kinnaird. Do you mean to tell +me that he alone among the entire staff of +that Home was ignorant of those defalcations? +Impossible! And if he knew of them, and +did neither inquire into them nor attempt to +stop them, then he <em>must</em> have been a party to +them. Do you admit that?”</p> + +<p>“Yes, I admit that,” I replied.</p> + +<p>“Very well, then. The rest is quite simple. +Those two men, unworthy to bear the noble +appellation of doctor, must for years have +quietly stolen the money subscribed by the +benevolent for the Home, and converted it +to their own use: then, they suddenly find +themselves face to face with immediate +discovery in the shape of a young girl +determined to unmask the systematic frauds of +the past few years. That meant exposure, +disgrace, ruin for them both, and they +determine to be rid of her.</p> + +<p>“Under the pretence of an evening walk, +her so-called lover entices her to a lonely and +suitable spot; his confederate is close by, +hidden in the shadows, ready to give him +assistance if the girl struggles and screams. +But suddenly Dr. Earnshaw appears. He +recognises Stapylton and challenges him. +For a moment the villains are nonplussed, +then Kinnaird—the cleverer of the +two—steps forward, greets the two lovers +unconcernedly, and after two minutes’ conversation +casually reminds Stapylton of an appointment +the latter is presumed to have at a +club in St. James’ Street.</p> + +<p>“The latter understands and takes the +hint, and takes a quick farewell of the girl, +leaving her in his friend’s charge, then as +fast as he can, goes off, presently takes a +cab, leaving his friend to do the deed, whilst +the <i>alibi</i> he can prove, coupled with Dr. +Earnshaw’s statement, was sure to bewilder +and mislead the police and the public.</p> + +<p>“Thus it was that though Dr. Earnshaw +saw and recognised Dr. Stapylton, Constable +Fiske saw Dr. Kinnaird, whom he did <em>not</em> +recognise, on whom no suspicion had fallen, +and whose name had never been coupled +with that of Miss Elliott. When Constable +Fiske had turned his back, Kinnaird murdered +the girl and went off quietly, whilst +Dr. Stapylton, on whom all suspicions were +bound to fasten sooner or later, was able to +prove the most perfect <i>alibi</i> ever concocted.</p> + +<p>“One day I feel certain that the frauds +at the Home will be discovered, and then +who knows what else may see the light?</p> + +<p>“Think of it all quietly when I am gone, +and to-morrow when we meet tell me whether +if <em>I</em> am wrong what is <em>your</em> explanation of +this extraordinary mystery.”</p> + +<p>Before I could reply he had gone, and I +was left wondering, gazing at the photographs +of two good-looking, highly respectable and +respected men, whom an animated scarecrow +had just boldly accused of committing +one of the most dastardly crimes ever recorded +in our annals.</p> + +</div> + +<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter" id="ch02-1"> + +<h2>II. <br> The Hocussing of Cigarette</h2> + +<h3>Chapter I</h3> + +<p>Quite by chance I found myself one morning +sitting before a marble-topped table in the +A.B.C. shop. I really wondered for the +moment what had brought me there, and +felt cross with myself for being there at all. +Having sampled my tea and roll, I soon +buried myself in the capacious folds of my +<i>Daily Telegraph</i>.</p> + +<p>“A glass of milk and a cheesecake, please,” +said a well-known voice.</p> + +<p>The next moment I was staring into the +corner, straight at a pair of mild, watery +blue eyes, hidden behind great bone-rimmed +spectacles, and at ten long bony fingers, +round which a piece of string was provokingly +intertwined.</p> + +<p>There he was as usual, wearing—for it +was chilly—a huge tweed ulster, of a pattern +too lofty to be described. Smiling, bland, +apologetic, and fidgety, he sat before me as +the living embodiment of the reason why I +had come to the A.B.C. shop that morning.</p> + +<p>“How do you do?” I said with as much +dignity as I could command.</p> + +<p>“I see that you are interested in Cigarette,” +he remarked, pointing to a special column in +the <i>Daily Telegraph</i>.</p> + +<p>“She is quite herself again,” I said.</p> + +<p>“Yes, but you don’t know who tried to +poison her and succeeded in making her very +ill. You don’t know whether the man Palk +had anything to do with it, whether he was +bribed, or whether it was Mrs. Keeson or the +groom Cockram who told a lie, or why——?”</p> + +<p>“No,” I admitted reluctantly; “I don’t +know any of these things.”</p> + +<p>He was fidgeting nervously in the corner, +wriggling about like an animated scarecrow. +Then suddenly a bland smile illuminated his +entire face. His long bony finger had caught +the end of the bit of string, and there he was +at it again, just as I had seen him a year ago, +worrying and fidgeting, making knot upon +knot, and untying them again, whilst his blue +eyes peered at me over the top of his gigantic +spectacles.</p> + +<p>“I would like to know what your theory +is about the whole thing,” I was compelled +to say at last; for the case had interested +me deeply, and, after all, I had come to the +A.B.C. shop for the sole purpose of discussing +the adventures of Cigarette with him.</p> + +<p>“Oh, my theories are not worth considering,” +he said meekly. “The police would +not give me five shillings for any one of +them. They always prefer a mystery to any +logical conclusion, if it is arrived at by an +outsider. But you may be more lucky. The +owner of Cigarette did offer £100 reward for +the elucidation of the mystery. The noble +Earl must have backed Cigarette for all he +was worth. Malicious tongues go even so +far as to say that he is practically a ruined +man now, and that the beautiful Lady Agnes +is only too glad to find herself the wife of +Harold Keeson, the son of the well-known +trainer.</p> + +<p>“If you ever go to Newmarket,” continued +the man in the corner, after a slight pause, +during which he had been absorbed in +unravelling one of his most complicated knots, +“any one will point out the Keesons’ house +to you. It is called Manor House, and +stands in the midst of beautiful gardens. +Mr. Keeson himself is a man of about fifty, +and, as a matter of fact, is of very good +family, the Keesons having owned property +in the Midlands for the past eight hundred +years. Of this fact he is, it appears, extremely +proud. His father, however, was a notorious +spendthrift, who squandered his property, +and died in the nick of time, leaving his +son absolutely penniless and proud as Lucifer.</p> + +<p>“Fate, however, has been kind to George +Keeson. His knowledge of horses and of all +matters connected with the turf stood him +in good stead; hard work and perseverance +did the rest. Now, at fifty years of age, he +is a very rich man, and practically at the +head of a profession, which if not exactly +that of a gentleman, is, at any rate, highly +remunerative.</p> + +<p>“He owns Manor House, and lived there +with his young wife and his only son and +heir, Harold.</p> + +<p>“It was Mr. Keeson who had trained +Cigarette for the Earl of Okehampton, and +who, of course, had charge of her during her +apprenticeship, before she was destined to +win a fortune for her owner, her trainer, and +those favoured few who had got wind of her +capabilities. For Cigarette was to be kept +a dark horse—not an easy matter in these +days, when the neighbourhood of every +racecourse abounds with rascals who eke +out a precarious livelihood by various methods +more or less shady, of which the gleaning of +early information is perhaps the least +disreputable.</p> + +<p>“Fortunately for Mr. Keeson, however, he +had in the groom, Cockram, a trusted and +valued servant, who had been in his employ +for over ten years. To say that Cockram +took a special pride in Cigarette would be +but to put it mildly. He positively loved +the mare, and I don’t think that any one ever +doubted that his interest in her welfare was +every bit as keen as that of the Earl of +Okehampton or of Mr. Keeson.</p> + +<p>“It was to Cockram, therefore, that Mr. +Keeson entrusted the care of Cigarette. She +was lodged in the private stables adjoining +the Manor House, and during the few days +immediately preceding the ‘Coronation +Stakes’ the groom practically never left her +side, either night or day. He slept in the +loosebox with her, and ate all his meals in +her company; nor was any one allowed to +come within measurable distance of the living +treasure, save Mr. Keeson or the Earl of +Okehampton himself.</p> + +<p>“And yet, in spite of all these precautions, +in spite of every care that human ingenuity +could devise, on the very morning of the +race Cigarette was seized with every symptom +of poisoning, and although, as you say, she +is quite herself again now, she was far too +ill to fulfil her engagement, and, if rumour +speaks correctly, completed thereby the ruin +of the Earl of Okehampton.”</p> + +</div> + +<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter" id="ch02-2"> + +<h3>Chapter II</h3> + +<p>The man in the corner looked at me through +his bone-rimmed spectacles, and his mild blue +eyes gazed pleasantly into mine.</p> + +<p>“You may well imagine,” he continued, +after a while, “what a thunderbolt such a +catastrophe means to those whose hopes of a +fortune rested upon the fitness of the bay +mare. Mr. Keeson lost his temper for an +instant, they say—but for one instant +only. When he was hastily summoned +at six o’clock in the morning to Cigarette’s +stables, and saw her lying on the straw, rigid +and with glassy eyes, he raised his heavy +riding-whip over the head of Cockram. +Some assert that he actually struck him, and +that the groom was too wretched and too +dazed to resent either words or blows. After +a good deal of hesitation he reluctantly +admitted that for the first time since Cigarette +had been in his charge he had slept long and +heavily.</p> + +<p>“ ‘I am such a light sleeper, you know, sir,’ +he said in a tear-choked voice. ‘Usually I +could hear every noise the mare made if she +stirred at all. But there—last night I +cannot say <em>what</em> happened. I remember that +I felt rather drowsy after my supper, and +must have dropped off to sleep very quickly. +Once during the night I woke up; the mare +was all right then.’</p> + +<p>“The man paused, and seemed to be +searching for something in his mind—the +recollection of a dream, perhaps. But the +veterinary surgeon, who was present at the +time, having also been hastily summoned +to the stables, took up the glass which had +contained the beer for Cockram’s supper. +He sniffed it, and then tasted it, and said +quietly:</p> + +<p>“ ‘No wonder you slept heavily, my man. +This beer was drugged: it contained opium.’</p> + +<p>“ ‘Drugged!’ ejaculated Cockram, who, +on hearing this fact, which in every way +exonerated him from blame, seemed more +hopelessly wretched than he had been before.</p> + +<p>“It appears that every night Cockram’s +supper was brought out to him in the stables +by one of the servants from the Manor House. +On this particular night Mrs. Keeson’s maid, +a young girl named Alice Image, had brought +him a glass of beer and some bread and +cheese on a tray at about eleven o’clock.</p> + +<p>“Closely questioned by Mr. Keeson, the +girl emphatically denied all knowledge of +any drug in the beer. She had often taken +the supper-tray across to Cockram, who was +her sweetheart, she said. It was usually +placed ready for her in the hall, and when +she had finished attending upon her mistress’s +night toilet she went over to the stables with +it. She had certainly never touched the +beer, and the tray had stood in its accustomed +place on the hall table looking just the same +as usual. ‘As if I’d go and poison my +Cockram!’ she said in the midst of a deluge +of tears.</p> + +<p>“All these somewhat scanty facts crept +into the evening papers that same day. +That an outrage of a peculiarly daring and +cunning character had been perpetrated was +not for a moment in doubt. So much money +had been at stake, so many people would be +half ruined by it, that even the non-racing +public at once took the keenest interest in +the case. All the papers admitted, of course, +that for the moment the affair seemed +peculiarly mysterious, yet all commented upon +one fact, which they suggested should prove +an important clue: this fact was Cockram’s +strange attitude.</p> + +<p>“At first he had been dazed—probably +owing to the after-effects of the drug; he +had also seemed too wretched even to resent +Mr. Keeson’s very natural outburst of wrath. +But then, when the presence of the drug in +his beer was detected, which proved <em>him</em> +at any rate, to have been guiltless in the +matter, his answers, according to all accounts, +became somewhat confused; and all Mr. +Keeson and the ‘vet.,’ who were present, +got out of him after that, was a perpetual +ejaculation: ‘What’s to be done? What’s +to be done?’</p> + +<p>“Two days later the sporting papers were +the first to announce, with much glee, that, +thanks to the untiring energy of the Scotland +Yard authorities, daylight seemed at last +to have been brought to bear upon the +mystery which surrounded the dastardly +outrage on the Earl of Okehampton’s mare, +Cigarette, and that an important arrest in +connection with it had already been effected.</p> + +<p>“It appears that a man named Charles +Palk, seemingly of no address, had all along +been suspected of having at least a hand in +the outrage. He was believed to be a +bookmaker’s tout, and was a man upon whom +the police had long since kept a watchful eye. +Palk had been seen loafing round the Manor +House for the past week, and had been +warned off the grounds once or twice by the +grooms.</p> + +<p>“It now transpired that on the day +preceding the outrage he had hung about the +neighbourhood of the Manor House the +whole afternoon, trying to get into +conversation with the stable-boys, or even with +Mr. Keeson’s indoor servants. No one, +however, would have anything to do with him, +as Mr. Keeson’s orders in those respects were +very strict: he had often threatened any +one of his <i>employés</i> with instant dismissal +if he found him in company with one of +these touts.</p> + +<p>“Detective Twiss, however, who was in +charge of the case, obtained the information +that Alice Image, the maid, had been seen +on more than one occasion talking to Palk, +and that on the very day before the Coronation +Stakes she had been seen in his company. +Closely questioned by the detective, Alice +Image at first denied her intercourse with +the tout, but finally was forced to admit +that she had held conversation with him +once or twice.</p> + +<p>“She was fond of putting a bit now and +again upon a horse, but Cockram, she added, +was such a muff that he never would give +her a tip, for he did not approve of betting +for young women. Palk had always been +very civil and nice-spoken she further +explained. Moreover, he came from Buckinghamshire, +her own part of the country, where +she was born; anyway, she had never had +cause to regret having entrusted a +half-sovereign or so of her wages to him.</p> + +<p>“All these explanations delivered by Alice +Image, with the flow of tears peculiar to her +kind, were not considered satisfactory, and +the next day she and Charles Palk were both +arrested on the charge of being concerned in +the poisoning of the Earl of Okehampton’s +mare Cigarette, with intent to do her grievous +bodily harm.”</p> + +</div> + +<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter" id="ch02-3"> + +<h3>Chapter III</h3> + +<p>“These sort of cases,” continued the man in +the corner after a slight pause, during which +his nervous fingers toyed incessantly with +that eternal bit of string—“these sort of +cases always create a great deal of attention +amongst the public, the majority of whom +in this country have very strong sporting +proclivities. It was small wonder, therefore, +when Alice Image and Charles Palk were +brought before the local magistrates, that +the court was crowded to overflowing, both +with Pressmen and with the general public.</p> + +<p>“I had all along been very much interested +in the case, so I went down to Newmarket, +and, in spite of the huge crowd, managed to +get a good seat, whence I could command a +full view of the chief personages concerned in +this thrilling sporting drama.</p> + +<p>“Firstly, there was the Earl of +Okehampton—good-looking, but for an unmistakable air +of the broken-down sporting man about his +whole person; the trainer, Mr. Keeson—a +lean, clean-shaven man, with a fine, proud +carriage, and a general air of ancient lineage +and the ‘Domesday Booke’ about him; Mrs. +Keeson—a pale, nervous-looking creature, +who seemed very much out of place in this +sporting set; and, finally, the accused—Alice +Image, dissolved in tears, and Charles +Palk, over-dressed, defiant, horsey, and +unsympathetic.</p> + +<p>“There was also Cockram, the groom. My +short-sighted eyes had fastened on him the +moment I entered the court. A more +wretched, miserable, bewildered expression I +have never seen on any man’s face.</p> + +<p>“Both Alice Image and Charles Palk flatly +denied the charge. Alice declared, amid a +renewed deluge of tears, that she was engaged +to be married to Cockram, that she ‘no more +would have hurt him or the pretty creature +he was in charge of, for anything.’ How +could she? As for Palk—conscious, no doubt, +of his own evil reputation—he merely +contented himself with shrugging his shoulders +and various denials, usually accompanied +with emphatic language.</p> + +<p>“As neither of the accused attempted to +deny that they had been together the day +before the outrage, there was no occasion to +call witnesses to further prove that fact. +Both, however, asserted emphatically that +their conversation was entirely confined to +the subject of Alice’s proposed flutters on +the favourite for the next day’s race.</p> + +<p>“Thus the only really important witness +was the groom Cockram. Once again his +attitude as a witness caused a great deal +of surprise, and gradually, as he gave his +evidence in a peculiarly halting and nervous +manner, that surprise was changed into +suspicion.</p> + +<p>“Questioned by the magistrate, he tried +his hardest to exonerate Alice from all blame; +and yet when asked whether he had cause to +suspect any one else he became more +confused than ever, said, ‘No,’ emphatically +first, then, ‘Yes,’ and finally looked round +the court appealingly, like some poor animal +at bay. That the man was hiding something, +that he was, in point of fact, lying, was +apparent to every one. He had drunk the +beer, he said, unsuspectingly, on that fatal +night; he had then dropped off to sleep +almost immediately, and never woke until +about six a.m., when a glance at the mare +at once told him that there was something +very wrong.</p> + +<p>“However, whether Cockram was lying +or not—whether he suspected any one else +or was merely trying to shield his sweetheart, +there was, in the opinion of the magistrate, +quite sufficient evidence to prove that +Alice Image, at any rate, had a hand in the +hocussing of Cigarette, since it was she who +had brought the drugged beer to Cockram. +Beyond that there was not sufficient evidence +to show either that she was a tool in the +hands of Palk, or that they both were merely +instruments in the hands of some third +person.</p> + +<p>“Anyway, the magistrate—it was Major +Laverton, J.P., a great personal friend of +the Earl of Okehampton, and a remarkably +clever and acute man—tried his hardest to +induce Alice to confess. He questioned the +poor girl so closely and so rigorously that +gradually she lost what little self-control she +had, and every one in the court blamed +Major Laverton not a little, for he was +gradually getting the poor girl into a state +of hysterics.</p> + +<p>“As for me, I inwardly commended the +learned J.P., for already I had guessed what +he was driving at, and was not the least +astonished when the dramatic incident +occurred which rendered this case so +memorable.</p> + +<p>“Alice Image, namely, now thoroughly +unnerved, harassed with the Major’s +questions, suddenly turned to where Cockram +was sitting, and, with a hysterical cry, she +stretched out both her arms towards him.</p> + +<p>“ ‘Joe! my Joe!’ she cried; ‘you know +I didn’t do it! Can’t you do anything to +help me?’</p> + +<p>“It was pathetic in the extreme: every +one in the court felt deeply moved. As for +Cockram, a sudden change came over him. +I am accustomed to read the faces of my +fellow men, and in that rough countenance +I saw then emerging, in response to the +girl’s appeal, a quick and firm resolution.</p> + +<p>“ ‘Ay, and I will, Alice!’ he said, jumping +to his feet. ‘I have tried to do my duty. +If the gentlemen will hear me I will say all +I know.’</p> + +<p>“Needless to say ‘the gentlemen’ were +only too ready to hear him. Like a man +who, having made up his mind, is now +resolved to act upon it, the groom Cockram +began his story.</p> + +<p>“ ‘I told your worship that, having drunk +the beer that night, I dropped off to sleep +very fast and very heavy-like. How long +I’d been asleep I couldn’t say, when suddenly +something seemed not exactly to wake me, +but to dispel my dreams, so to speak. I +opened my eyes, and at first I couldn’t see +anything, as the gas in the stable was turned +on very low; but I put out my hand to feel +the mare’s fetlocks, just by way of telling her +that I was there all right enough, and looking +after her—bless her! At that moment, your +worship, I noticed that the stable-door was +open, and that some one—I couldn’t see who +it was—was goin’ out of it. “Who goes +there!” says I, for I still felt very sleepy +and dull, when, to my astonishment, who +should reply to me but——’</p> + +<p>“The man paused, and once more over +his rough, honest face came the old look of +perplexity and misery.</p> + +<p>“ ‘But——?’ queried the magistrate, +whose nerves were obviously as much on +tension as those of every one else in that +court.</p> + +<p>“ ‘Speak, Joe—won’t you?’ appealed +Alice Image pathetically.</p> + +<p>“ ‘But the mistress—Mrs. Keeson, sir,’ +came from the groom in an almost inaudible +whisper. ‘You know, ma’am,’ he added, +while the gathering tears choked his voice, +‘I wouldn’t ’ave spoke. But she’s my +sweetheart, ma’am; and I couldn’t bear that the +shame should rest on her.’</p> + +<p>“There was a moment’s deadly silence in +that crowded court. Every one’s eyes wandered +towards the pale face of Mrs. Keeson, +which, however, though almost livid in colour, +expressed nothing but the most boundless +astonishment. As for Mr. Keeson, surprise, +incredulity, then furious wrath at the slander, +could be seen chasing one another upon his +handsome face.</p> + +<p>“ ‘What lie is this?’ burst involuntarily +from his lips, as his fingers closed more +tightly upon the heavy riding-whip which +he was holding.</p> + +<p>“ ‘Silence, please!’ said the Major with +authority. ‘Now, Cockram, go on. You +say Mrs. Keeson spoke to you. What did +she say?’</p> + +<p>“ ‘She seemed rather upset, sir,’ continued +Cockram, still looking with humble apology +across at his mistress, ‘for she only +stammered something about: “Oh, it’s nothing, +Cockram. I only wanted to speak to my +son—er—to Mr. Harold—I——” ’</p> + +<p>“ ‘Harold?’ thundered Mr. Keeson, who +was fast losing his temper.</p> + +<p>“ ‘I must ask you, Mr. Keeson, to be +silent,’ said the Major. ‘Go on, Cockram.’</p> + +<p>“And Cockram continued his narrative:</p> + +<p>“ ‘ “Mr. Harold, ma’am?” I said. +“What should ’e be doing ’ere in the stables +at this time of night?” “Oh, nothing,” +says she to me, “I thought I saw him come +in here. I must have been mistaken. Never +mind, Cockram; it’s all right. Good-night.”</p> + +<p>“ ‘I said good-night too, and then fell +to wondering what Mr. ’Arold could have +wanted prowling round the stables at this +hour of the night. Just then the clock of +St. Saviour’s struck four o’clock, and while +I was still wondering I fell asleep again, and +never awoke till six, when the mare was +as sick as she could be. And that’s the whole +truth, gentlemen; and I would never have +spoke—for Mr. and Mrs. Keeson have always +been good to me, and I’d have done anything +to save them the disgrace—but Alice is goin’ +to be my wife, and I couldn’t bear any shame +to rest upon ’er.’</p> + +<p>“When Cockram had finished speaking +you might have heard a pin drop as Major +Laverton asked Mrs. Keeson to step into +the witness-box. She looked fragile and +pale but otherwise quite self-possessed, as +she quietly kissed the book and said in a +very firm tone of voice:</p> + +<p>“ ‘I can only say in reply to the extraordinary +story which this man has just told +that the drug in the beer must have given +him peculiarly vivid dreams. At the hour +he names I was in bed fast asleep, as my +husband can testify; and the whole of +Cockram’s narrative is a fabrication from +beginning to end. I may add that I am +more than willing to forgive him. No doubt +his brain was clouded by the opiate; and +now he is beside himself owing to Alice +Image’s predicament. As for my son Harold, +he was absent from home that night; he +was spending it with some bachelor friends +at the “Stag and Mantle” hotel in +Newmarket.’</p> + +<p>“ ‘Yes! By the way,’ said the magistrate, +‘where is Mr. Harold Keeson? I have +no doubt that he will be able to give a very +good account of himself on that memorable +night.’</p> + +<p>“ ‘My son is abroad, your worship,’ said +Mrs. Keeson, while a shade of a still more +livid hue passed over her face.</p> + +<p>“ ‘Abroad, is he?’ said the magistrate +cheerfully. ‘Well, that settles the point +satisfactorily for him—doesn’t it? When +did he go?’</p> + +<p>“ ‘Last Thursday, your worship,’ replied +Mrs. Keeson.</p> + +<p>“Then there was silence again in the +court, for that last Thursday was the day +of the ‘Coronation Stakes’—the day +immediately following the memorable night on +which the mare Cigarette had been poisoned +by an unknown hand.”</p> + +</div> + +<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter" id="ch02-4"> + +<h3>Chapter IV</h3> + +<p>“I doubt whether in all the annals of criminal +procedure there ever occurred a more dramatic +moment than that when so strange a ray of +daylight was shed on the mysterious outrage +on Cigarette. The magistrate, having +dismissed Mrs. Keeson, hardly dared to look +across at the trainer, who was a personal +friend of his, and who had just received such +a cruel blow through this terrible charge +against his only son—for at that moment +I doubt if there were two people in that +court who did not think that Mrs. Keeson +had just sworn a false oath, and that +both she and her son had been in the +stables that night—for what purpose only +they and their own conscience could tell.</p> + +<p>“Alice Image and Charles Palk were both +discharged; and it is greatly to the credit +of Cockram that in the midst of his joy in +seeing his sweetheart safe he still remained +very gloomy and upset. As for Mr. Keeson, +he must have suffered terribly at all this +mud cast at his only son. He had been +wounded in what he worshipped more than +anything else in the world—his family honour. +What was the use of money and the old +estates if such a stain rested upon his name?</p> + +<p>“As for Mrs. Keeson, public sympathy +was very much overshadowed with contempt +for her stupidity. Had she only held her +tongue when Cockram challenged her, +suspicion would never have fastened upon +Harold. The fact that she had lied in the +witness-box in order to try and remedy her +blunder was also very severely commented +upon. The young man had gone abroad +on that memorable Thursday accompanied +by two of his bachelor friends. They had +gone on a fishing expedition to Norway, and +were not expected home for three weeks. +As they meant to move from place to place +they had left no address: letters and +telegrams were therefore useless.</p> + +<p>“During those three weeks pending Harold +Keeson’s return certain facts leaked out +which did not tend to improve his case. It +appears that he had long been in love with +Lady Agnes Stourcliffe, the daughter of the +Earl of Okehampton. Some people asserted +that the young people were actually—though +secretly—engaged. The Earl, however, seems +all along to have objected to the marriage +of his daughter with the son of a trainer, and +on more than one occasion had remarked +that he had not sunk quite so low yet as to +allow so preposterous a <i>mésalliance</i>. Mr. +Keeson, whose family pride was at least +equal to that of the Earl, had naturally very +much resented this attitude, and had often +begged his son to give up his pretensions, +since they were manifestly so unwelcome.</p> + +<p>“Harold Keeson, however, was deeply in +love; and Lady Agnes stuck to him with +womanly constancy and devotion. +Unfortunately a climax was reached some days +before the disastrous events at Newmarket. +The Earl of Okehampton suddenly took up +a very firm stand on the subject of Harold +Keeson’s courtship of his daughter. Some +hot words were exchanged between the two +men, ending in an open breach, the Earl +positively forbidding the young man ever +to enter his house again.</p> + +<p>“Harold was terribly unhappy at this +turn of events. Pride forbade him to take +an unfair advantage of a young girl’s +devotion, and, acting on the advice of his +parents, he started for his tour in Norway, +ostensibly in order to try and forget the +fair Lady Agnes. This unhappy love-affair, +ending in an open and bitter quarrel between +himself and the owner of Cigarette, did—as +I said before—the young man’s case no +good. At the instance of the Earl of +Okehampton, who determined to prosecute him, +he was arrested on landing at Harwich.</p> + +<p>“Well,” continued the man in the corner, +“the next events must be still fresh in your +mind. When Harold Keeson appeared in +the dock, charged with such meanness as +to wreak his private grievance upon a dumb +animal, public sympathy at once veered +round in his favour. He looked so handsome, +so frank and honest, that at once one felt +convinced that <em>his</em> hand, at any rate, could +never have done such a dastardly thing.</p> + +<p>“Mr. Keeson, who was a rich man, moreover, +had enlisted the services of Sir Arthur +Inglewood, who had, in the short time at +his disposal, collected all the most important +evidence on behalf of his client.</p> + +<p>“The two young men who had been +travelling in Norway with Harold Keeson +had been present with him on the memorable +night at a bachelor party given by a mutual +friend at the ‘Stag and Mantle.’ Both +testified that the party had played bridge +until the small hours of the morning, that +between two rubbers—the rooms being very +hot—they had all strolled out to smoke a +cigar in the streets. Just as they were about +to re-enter the hotel two church clocks—one +of which was St. Saviour’s—chimed out +the hour—four o’clock.</p> + +<p>“Four o’clock was the hour when Cockram +said that he had spoken to Mrs. Keeson. +Harold had not left the party at the ‘Stag +and Mantle’ since ten o’clock, which was +an hour before Alice Image took the drugged +beer to the groom. The whole edifice of +the prosecution thus crumbled together like +a house of cards, and Harold Keeson was +discharged, without the slightest suspicion +clinging to him.</p> + +<p>“Six months later he married Lady Agnes +Stourcliffe. The Earl, now a completely +ruined man, offered no further opposition to +the union of his daughter with a man who, +at any rate, could keep her in comfort and +luxury; for though both Mr. Keeson and +his son lost heavily through Cigarette’s illness, +yet the trainer was sufficiently rich to offer +his son and his bride a very beautiful home.”</p> + +<p>The man in the corner called to the waitress, +and paid for his glass of milk and cheesecake, +whilst I remained absorbed in thought, gazing +at the <i>Daily Telegraph</i>, which, in its “London +Day by Day,” had this very morning +announced that Mr. and Lady Agnes Keeson +had returned to town from “The Rookery,” +Newmarket.</p> + +</div> + +<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter" id="ch02-5"> + +<h3>Chapter V</h3> + +<p>“But who poisoned Cigarette?” I asked +after a while; “and why?”</p> + +<p>“Ah, who did, I wonder?” he replied +with exasperating mildness.</p> + +<p>“Surely you have a theory,” I suggested.</p> + +<p>“Ah, but my theories are not worth +considering. The police would take no notice +of them.”</p> + +<p>“Why did Mrs. Keeson go to the stables +that night? Did she go?” I asked.</p> + +<p>“Cockram swears she did.”</p> + +<p>“She swears she didn’t. If she did why +should she have asked for her son? Surely +she did not wish to incriminate her son in +order to save herself?”</p> + +<p>“No,” he replied; “women don’t save +themselves usually at the expense of their +children, and women don’t usually ‘hocus’ +a horse. It is not a female crime at +all—is it?”</p> + +<p>The aggravating creature was getting +terribly sarcastic; and I began to fear that +he was not going to speak, after all. He +was looking dejectedly all around him. I +had one or two parcels by me. I undid a +piece of string from one of them, and handed +it to him with the most perfectly indifferent +air I could command.</p> + +<p>“I wonder if it was Cockram who told +a lie?” I then said unconcernedly.</p> + +<p>But already he had seized on that bit of +string, and, nervously now, his long fingers +began fashioning a series of complicated knots.</p> + +<p>“Let us take things from the beginning,” +he said at last. “The beginning of the +mystery was the contradictory statements +made by the groom Cockram and Mrs. Keeson +respectively. Let us take, first of all, the +question of the groom. The matter is simple +enough: either he saw Mrs. Keeson or he +did not. If he did not see her then he must +have told a lie, either unintentionally or by +design—unintentionally if he was mistaken; +but this could not very well be since he +asserted that Mrs. Keeson spoke to him, and +even mentioned her son, Mr. Harold Keeson. +Therefore, if Cockram did not see Mrs. Keeson +he told a lie by design for some purpose of +his own. You follow me?”</p> + +<p>“Yes,” I replied; “I have thought all +that out for myself already.”</p> + +<p>“Very well. Now, could there be some +even remotely plausible motive why Cockram +should have told that deliberate lie?”</p> + +<p>“To save his sweetheart, Alice Image,” +I said.</p> + +<p>“But you forget that his sweetheart was +not accused at first, and that, from the +very beginning, Cockram’s manner, when +questioned on the subject of the events of +that night was strange and contradictory in +the extreme.”</p> + +<p>“He may have known from the first that +Alice Image was guilty,” I argued.</p> + +<p>“In that case he would have merely +asserted that he had seen and heard nothing +during the night, or if he wished to lie about +it, he would have said that it was Palk, +the tout, who sneaked into the stables, +rather than incriminate his mistress, who +had been good and kind to him for years.”</p> + +<p>“He may have wished to be revenged on +Mrs. Keeson for some reason which has not +yet transpired.”</p> + +<p>“How? By making a statement which, +if untrue, could be so easily disproved by +Mr. Keeson himself, who, as a matter of +fact, could easily assert that his wife did +not leave her bedroom that night; or by +incriminating Mr. Harold Keeson, who could +prove an <i>alibi</i>? Not much of a revenge +there, you must admit. No, no; the more +you reflect seriously upon these possibilities +the deeper will become your conviction that +Cockram did not lie either accidentally or +on purpose; that he did see Mrs. Keeson +at that hour at the stable-door; that she +did speak to him; and that it was she who +told the lie in open court.”</p> + +<p>“But,” I asked, feeling more bewildered +than before, “why should Mrs. Keeson have +gone to the stables and asked for her son +when she must have known that he was not +there, but that her inquiry would make it, +to say the least, extremely unpleasant for +him?”</p> + +<p>“Why?” he shrieked excitedly, jumping +up like a veritable jack-in-the-box. “Ah, +if you would only learn to reflect you might +in time become a fairly able journalist. +Why did Mrs. Keeson momentarily +incriminate her son?—for it was only a +momentary incrimination. Think, think! A +woman does not incriminate her child to +save herself; but she might do it to save +some one else—some one who was dearer +to her than that child.”</p> + +<p>“Nonsense!” I protested.</p> + +<p>“Nonsense, is it?” he replied. “You +have only to think of the characters of the +chief personages who figured in the drama—of +the trainer Keeson, with his hasty temper +and his inordinate family pride. Was it +likely when the half-ruined Earl of +Okehampton talked of <i>mésalliance</i>, and forbade +the marriage of his daughter with his trainer’s +son that the latter would not resent that +insult with terrible bitterness? and, resenting +it, not think of some means of being even +with the noble Earl? Can you not imagine +the proud man boiling with indignation on +hearing his son’s tale of how Lord Okehampton +had forbidden him the house? Can you +not hear him saying to himself:</p> + +<p>“ ‘Well, by —— the trainer’s son <em>shall</em> +marry the Earl’s daughter!’</p> + +<p>“And the scheme—simple and effectual—whereby +the ruin of the arrogant nobleman +would be made so complete that he would +be only too willing to allow his daughter to +marry any one who would give her a good +home and him a helping hand?”</p> + +<p>“But,” I objected, “why should Mr. +Keeson take the trouble to drug the groom +and sneak out to the stables at dead of +night when he had access to the mare at all +hours of the day?”</p> + +<p>“Why?” shrieked the animated scarecrow. +“Why? Because Keeson was just +one of those clever criminals, with a +sufficiency of brains to throw police and public +alike off the scent. Cockram, remember, +spent every moment of the day and night +with the mare. Therefore, if he had been +in full possession of his senses and could +positively swear that no one had had access +to Cigarette but his master and himself, +suspicion was bound to fasten, sooner or +later, on Keeson. But Keeson was a bit of a +genius in the criminal line. Seemingly, he +could have had no motive for drugging the +groom, yet he added that last artistic touch +to his clever crime, and thus threw a final +bucketful of sand in the eyes of the police.”</p> + +<p>“Even then,” I argued, “Cockram might +just have woke up—might just have caught +Keeson in the act.”</p> + +<p>“Exactly. And that is, no doubt, what +Mrs. Keeson feared.</p> + +<p>“She was a brave woman, if ever there +was one. Can you not picture her, knowing +her husband’s violent temper, his indomitable +pride, and guessing that he would find some +means of being revenged on the Earl of +Okehampton. Can you not imagine her +watching her husband and gradually guessing, +realising what he had in his mind when, in +the middle of the night, she saw him steal +out of bed and out of the house? Can you +not see her following him stealthily—afraid +of him, perhaps—not daring to interfere—terrified +above all things of the consequences +of his crime, of the risks of Cockram waking +up, of the exposure, the disgrace?</p> + +<p>“Then the final tableau:—Keeson having +accomplished his purpose, goes back towards +the house, and she—perhaps with a vague +hope that she might yet save the mare by +taking away the poison which Keeson had +prepared—in her turn goes to the stables. +But this time the groom is half awake, and +challenges her. Then her instinct—that +unerring instinct which always prompts a really +good woman when the loved one is in +danger—suggests to Mrs. Keeson the clever +subterfuge of pretending that she had seen her +son entering the stables.</p> + +<p>“She asks for him, <em>knowing well that she +could do him no harm</em> since he could so easily +prove an <i>alibi</i>, but thereby throwing a +veritable cloud of dust in the eyes of the +keenest enquirer, and casting over the hocussing +of Cigarette so thick a mantle of mystery +that suspicion, groping blindly round, could +never fasten tightly on any one.</p> + +<p>“Think of it all,” he added as, gathering +up his hat and umbrella, he prepared to go, +“and remember at the same time that it +was Mr. Keeson alone who could disprove +that his wife never left her room that night, +that he did not do this, that he guessed what +she had done and why she had done it, and +I think that you will admit that not one +link is missing in the chain of evidence which +I have had the privilege of laying before +you.”</p> + +<p>Before I could reply he had gone, and I +saw his strange scarecrow-like figure +disappearing through the glass door. Then I +had a good think on the subject of the +hocussing of Cigarette, and I was reluctantly +bound to admit that once again the man +in the corner had found the only possible +solution to the mystery.</p> + +</div> + +<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter" id="ch03-1"> + +<h2>III. <br> The Tragedy in Dartmoor Terrace</h2> + +<h3>Chapter I</h3> + +<p>“It is not by any means the Law and +Police Courts that form the only interesting +reading in the daily papers,” said the man +in the corner airily, as he munched his +eternal bit of cheesecake and sipped his +glass of milk, like a frowsy old tom-cat.</p> + +<p>“You don’t agree with me,” he added, +for I offered no comment to his obvious +remark.</p> + +<p>“No?” I answered. “I suppose you +were thinking——”</p> + +<p>“Of the tragic death of Mrs. Yule, for +instance,” he replied eagerly. “Beyond +the inquest, and its very unsatisfactory +verdict, very few circumstances connected +with that interesting case ever got into +the papers at all.”</p> + +<p>“I forget what the verdict actually +was,” I said, eager, too, on my side to +hear him talk about that mysterious +tragedy, which, as a matter of fact, had +puzzled a good many people.</p> + +<p>“Oh, it was as vague and as wordy as +the English language would allow. The jury +found that ‘Mrs. Yule had died through +falling downstairs, in consequence of a fainting +attack, but <em>how</em> she came to fall is not +clearly shown.’</p> + +<p>“What had happened was this: Mrs. +Yule was a rich and eccentric old lady, who +lived very quietly in a small house in +Kensington; No. 9 Dartmoor Terrace is, I +believe, the correct address.</p> + +<p>“She had no expensive tastes, for she +lived, as I said before, very simply and +quietly in a small Kensington house, with +two female servants—a cook and a +housemaid—and a young fellow whom she had +adopted as her son.</p> + +<p>“The story of this adoption is, of course, +the pivot round which all the circumstances +of the mysterious tragedy revolved. Mrs. +Yule, namely, had an only son, William, to +whom she was passionately attached, but, +like many a fond mother, she had the desire +of mapping out that son’s future entirely +according to her own ideas. William Yule, +on the other hand, had his own views with +regard to his own happiness, and one fine +day went so far as to marry the girl of his +choice, and that in direct opposition to his +mother’s wishes.</p> + +<p>“Mrs. Yule’s chagrin and horror at what +she called her son’s base ingratitude knew +no bounds; at first it was even thought that +she would never get over it.</p> + +<p>“ ‘He has gone in direct opposition to +my fondest wishes, and chose a wife whom +I could never accept as a daughter; he shall +have none of the property which has enriched +me, and which I know he covets.’</p> + +<p>“At first her friends imagined that she +meant to leave all her money to charitable +institutions; but oh! dear me, no! Mrs. +Yule was one of those women who never did +anything that other people expected her to. +Within three years of her son’s marriage +she had filled up the place which he had +vacated, both in her house and in her heart. +She had adopted a son, preferring, as she +said, that her money should benefit an +individual rather than an institution.</p> + +<p>“Her choice had fallen upon the only son +of a poor man—an ex-soldier—who used +to come twice a week to Dartmoor Terrace +to tidy up the small garden at the back: +he was very respectable and very honest—was +born in the same part of England as +Mrs. Yule, and had an only son whose name +happened to be William; he rejoiced in the +surname of Bloggs.</p> + +<p>“ ‘It suits me in every way,’ explained +Mrs. Yule to old Mr. Statham, her friend +and solicitor. ‘You see, I am used to the +name of William, and the boy is nice-looking +and has done very well at the Board School. +Moreover, old Bloggs will die within a year +or two, and William will be left without +any encumbrances.’</p> + +<p>“Herein Mrs. Yule’s prophecy proved to +be correct. Old Bloggs did die very soon, +and his son was duly adopted by the rich +and eccentric old lady, sent to a good school, +and finally given a berth in the Union Bank.</p> + +<p>“I saw young Bloggs—it is not a +euphonious name, is it?—at that memorable +inquest later on. He was very young and +unassuming, and used to keep very much +out of the way of Mrs. Yule’s friends, who, +mind you, strongly disapproved of his +presence in the rich old widow’s house, to +the detriment of the only legitimate son and +heir.</p> + +<p>“What happened within the intimate and +close circle of 9, Dartmoor Terrace, during +the next three years of course nobody can +tell. Certain it is that by the time young +Bloggs was nearing his twenty-first birthday, +he had become the very apple of his adopted +mother’s eye.</p> + +<p>“During those three years Mr. Statham +and other old friends had worked hard in +the interests of William Yule. Every one +felt that the latter was being very badly +treated indeed. He had studied painting in +his younger days, and now had set up a +small studio in Hampstead, and was making +perhaps a couple of hundred or so a year, +and that, with much difficulty, whilst the +gardener’s son had supplanted him in his +mother’s affections, and, worse still, in his +mother’s purse.</p> + +<p>“The old lady was more obdurate than +ever. In deference to the strong feelings of +her friends she had agreed to see her son +occasionally, and William Yule would call +upon his mother from time to time—in the +middle of the day when Bloggs was out of +the way at the Bank—stay to tea, and part +from her in frigid, though otherwise amicable, +terms.</p> + +<p>“ ‘I have no ill-feeling against my son,’ +the old lady would say, ‘but when he married +against my wishes, he became a stranger +to me—that is all—a stranger, however, +whose pleasant acquaintanceship I am pleased +to keep up.’</p> + +<p>“That the old lady meant to carry her +eccentricities in this respect to the bitter +end, became all the more evident when she +sent for her old friend and lawyer, Mr. +Statham, and explained to him that she +wished to make over to young Bloggs the +whole of her property by deed of gift, during +her lifetime—on condition that on his +twenty-first birthday he legally took up the name +of Yule.</p> + +<p>“Mr. Statham subsequently made public, +as you know, the whole of this interview +which he had with Mrs. Yule.</p> + +<p>“ ‘I tried to dissuade her, of course,’ he +said, ‘for I thought it so terribly unfair on +William Yule and his children. Moreover, +I had always hoped that when Mrs. Yule +grew older and more feeble she would surely +relent towards her only son. But she was +terribly obstinate.’</p> + +<p>“ ‘It is because I may become weak in +my dotage,’ she said, ‘that I want to make +the whole thing absolutely final—I don’t +want to relent. I wish that William should +suffer, where I think he will suffer most, +for he was always over fond of money. If +I make a will in favour of Bloggs, who knows +I might repent it, and alter it at the eleventh +hour? One is apt to become maudlin when +one is dying, and has people weeping all +round one. No!—I want the whole thing +to be absolutely irrevocable; and I shall +present the deed of gift to young Bloggs +on his twenty-first birthday. I can always +make it a condition that he keeps me in +moderate comfort to the end of my days. +He is too big a fool to be really ungrateful, +and after all I don’t think I should very +much mind ending my life in the workhouse.’</p> + +<p>“ ‘What could I do?’ added Mr. Statham. +‘If I had refused to draw up that iniquitous +deed of gift, she only would have employed +some other lawyer to do it for her. As it is, +I secured an annuity of £500 a year for the +old lady, in consideration of a gift worth +some £30,000 made over absolutely to Mr. +William Bloggs.’</p> + +<p>“The deed was drawn up,” continued the +man in the corner, “there is no doubt of +that. Mr. Statham saw to it. The old lady +even insisted on having two more legal +opinions upon it, lest there should be the +slightest flaw that might render the deed +invalid. Moreover, she caused herself to be +examined by two specialists in order that +they might testify that she was absolutely +sound in mind, and in full possession of all +her faculties.</p> + +<p>“When the deed was all that the law +could wish, Mr. Statham handed it over to +Mrs. Yule, who wished to keep it by her +until 3rd April—young Bloggs’ twenty-first +birthday—on which day she meant to +surprise him with it.</p> + +<p>“Mr. Statham handed over the deed to +Mrs. Yule on 14th February, and on +28th March—that is to say, six days before +Bloggs’ majority—the old lady was found +dead at the foot of the stairs in Dartmoor +Terrace, whilst her desk was found to +have been broken open, and the deed of +gift had disappeared.”</p> + +</div> + +<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter" id="ch03-2"> + +<h3>Chapter II</h3> + +<p>“From the very first the public took a very +great interest in the sad death of Mrs. Yule. +The old lady’s eccentricities were pretty well +known throughout all her neighbourhood, +at any rate. Then, she had a large circle of +friends, who all took sides, either for the +disowned son or for the old lady’s rigid and +staunch principles of filial obedience.</p> + +<p>“Directly, therefore, that the papers +mentioned the sudden death of Mrs. Yule, +tongues began to wag, and, whilst some +asserted ‘Accident,’ others had already begun +to whisper ‘Murder.’</p> + +<p>“For the moment nothing definite was +known. Mr. Bloggs had sent for Mr. Statham, +and the most persevering and most inquisitive +persons of both sexes could glean no +information from the cautious old lawyer.</p> + +<p>“The inquest was to be held on the following +day, and perforce curiosity had to be +bridled until then. But you may imagine +how that coroner’s court at Kensington was +packed on that day. I, of course, was at +my usual place—well to the front—for I +was already keenly interested in the tragedy, +and knew that a palpitating mystery lurked +behind the old lady’s death.</p> + +<p>“Annie, the housemaid at Dartmoor +Terrace, was the first, and I may say the +only really important witness during that +interesting inquest. The story she told +amounted to this: Mrs. Yule, it appears, +was very religious, and, in spite of her +advancing years and decided weakness of +the heart, was in the habit of going to early +morning service every day of her life at +six o’clock. She would get up before any +one else in the house, and winter or summer, +rain, snow, or fine, she would walk round to +St. Matthias’ Church, coming home at about +a quarter to seven, just when her servants +were getting up.</p> + +<p>“On this sad morning (28th March) Annie +explained that she got up as usual and went +downstairs (the servants slept at the top of +the house) at seven o’clock. She noticed +nothing wrong, her mistress’s bedroom door +was open as usual, Annie merely remarking +to herself that the mistress was later than +usual from church that morning. Then suddenly, +in the hall at the foot of the stairs, +she caught sight of Mrs. Yule lying head +downwards, her head on the mat, motionless.</p> + +<p>“ ‘I ran downstairs as quickly as I could,’ +continued Annie, ‘and I suppose I must +’ave screamed, for cook came out of ’er +room upstairs, and Mr. Bloggs, too, shouted +down to know what was the matter. At +first we thought Mrs. Yule was unconscious-like. +Me and Mr. Bloggs carried ’er to ’er +room, and then Mr. Bloggs ran for the +doctor.’</p> + +<p>“The rest of Annie’s story,” continued +the man in the corner, “was drowned in a +deluge of tears. As for the doctor, he could +add but little to what the public had already +known and guessed. Mrs. Yule undoubtedly +suffered from a weak heart, although she +had never been known to faint. In this +instance, however, she undoubtedly must +have turned giddy, as she was about to go +downstairs, and fallen headlong. She was +of course very much injured, the doctor +explained, but she actually died of heart +failure, brought on by the shock of the fall. +She must have been on her way to church, +for her prayer book was found on the floor +close by her, also a candle—which she must +have carried, as it was a dark morning—had +rolled along and extinguished itself as +it rolled. From these facts, therefore, it was +gathered that the poor old lady came by +this tragic death at about six o’clock, the +hour at which she regularly started out for +morning service. Both the servants and also +Mr. Bloggs slept at the top of the house, +and it is a known fact that sleep in most +cases is always heaviest in the early morning +hours; there was, therefore, nothing strange +in the fact that no one heard either the fall +or a scream, if Mrs. Yule uttered one, which +is doubtful.</p> + +<p>“So far, you see,” continued the man in +the corner, after a slight pause, “there did +not appear to be anything very out of the +way or mysterious about Mrs. Yule’s tragic +death. But the public expected interesting +developments, and I must say their +expectations were more than fully realised.</p> + +<p>“Jane, the cook, was the first witness to +give the public an inkling of the sensations +to come.</p> + +<p>“She deposed that on Thursday, the 27th, +she was alone in the kitchen in the evening +after dinner, as it was the housemaid’s +evening out, when, at about nine o’clock, +there was a ring at the bell.</p> + +<p>“ ‘I went to answer the door,’ said Jane, +‘and there was a lady, all dressed in black, +as far as I could see—as the ’all gas always +did burn very badly—still, I think she was +dressed dark, and she ’ad on a big ’at and a +veil with spots. She says to me: “Mrs. +Yule lives ’ere?” I says, “She do, ’m,” +though I don’t think she was quite the lady, +so I don’t know why I said ’m, but——’</p> + +<p>“ ‘Yes, yes!’ here interrupted the coroner +somewhat impatiently, ‘it doesn’t matter +what you said. Tell us what happened.’</p> + +<p>“ ‘Yes, sir,’ continued Jane, quite +undisturbed, ‘as I was saying, I asked the lady +her name, and she says: “Tell Mrs. Yule I +would wish to speak with her,” then as she +saw me ’esitating, for I didn’t like leaving +her all alone in the ’all, she said, “Tell Mrs. +Yule that Mrs. William Yule wishes to speak +with ’er.” ’</p> + +<p>“Jane paused to take breath, for she +talked fast and volubly, and all eyes were +turned to a corner of the room, where William +Yule, dressed in the careless fashion affected +by artists, sat watching and listening eagerly +to everything that was going on. At the +mention of his wife’s name he shrugged his +shoulders, and I thought for the moment +that he would jump up and say something; +but he evidently thought better of it, +and remained as before, silent and quietly +watching.</p> + +<p>“ ‘You showed the lady upstairs?’ asked +the coroner, after an instant’s most dramatic +pause.</p> + +<p>“ ‘Yes, sir,’ replied Jane; ‘but I went +to ask the mistress first. Mrs. Yule was +sitting in the drawing-room, reading. She +says to me, “Show the lady up at once; +and, Jane,” she says, “ask Mr. Bloggs to +kindly come to the drawing-room.” I showed +the lady up, and I told Mr. Bloggs, who was +smoking in the library, and ’e went to the +drawing-room.</p> + +<p>“ ‘When Annie come in,’ continued Jane +with increased volubility, ‘I told ’er ’oo ’ad +come, and she and me was very astonished, +because we ’ad often seen Mr. William Yule +come to see ’is mother, but we ’ad never +seen ’is wife. “Did you see what she was +like cook?” says Annie to me. “No,” I +says, “the ’all gas was burnin’ that badly, +and she ’ad a veil on.” Then Annie ups and +says, “I must go up, cook,” she says, “for +my things is all wet. I never did see such +rain in all my life. I tell you my boots and +petticoats is all soaked through.” Then +up she runs, and I thought then that per’aps +she meant to see if she couldn’t ’ear anything +that was goin’ on upstairs. Presently she +come down——’</p> + +<p>“But at this point Jane’s flow of eloquence +received an unexpected check. The coroner +preferred to hear from Annie herself +whatever the latter may have overheard, and +Jane, very wrathful and indignant, had to +stand aside, while Annie, who was then +recalled, completed the story.</p> + +<p>“ ‘I don’t know what made me stop on +the landing,’ she explained timidly, ‘and I’m +sure I didn’t mean to listen. I was going +upstairs to change my things, and put on +my cap and apron, in case the mistress +wanted anything.</p> + +<p>“ ‘Then, I don’t think I ever ’eard Mrs. +Yule’s voice so loud and angry.’</p> + +<p>“ ‘You stopped to listen?’ asked the +coroner.</p> + +<p>“ ‘I couldn’t help it, sir. Mrs. Yule was +shouting at the top of ’er voice. “Out of +my house,” she says; “I never wish to see +you or your precious husband inside my +doors again.” ’</p> + +<p>“ ‘You are quite sure that you heard +those very words?’ asked the coroner +earnestly.</p> + +<p>“ ‘I’ll take my Bible oath on every one of +them, sir,’ said Annie emphatically. ‘Then +I could ’ear some one crying and moaning: +“Oh! what have I done? Oh! what have +I done?” I didn’t like to stand on the +landing then, for fear some one should come +out, so I ran upstairs, and put on my cap +and apron, for I was all in a tremble, what +with what I’d heard, and the storm outside, +which was coming down terrible.</p> + +<p>“ ‘When I went down again, I ’ardly durst +stand on the landing, but the door of the +drawing-room was ajar, and I ’eard Mr. Bloggs +say: “Surely you will not turn a human +being, much less a woman, out on a night +like this?” And the mistress said, still +speaking very angrily: “Very well, you +may sleep here; but remember, I don’t +wish to see your face again. I go to church +at six and come home again at seven; mind +you are out of the house before then. There +are plenty of trains after seven o’clock.” ’</p> + +<p>“After that,” continued the man in the +corner, “Mrs. Yule rang for the housemaid +and gave orders that the spare-room should +be got ready, and that the visitor should +have some tea and toast brought to her in +the morning as soon as Annie was up.</p> + +<p>“But Annie was rather late on that +eventful morning of the 28th. She did not +go downstairs till seven o’clock. When she +did, she found her mistress lying dead at the +foot of the stairs. It was not until after the +doctor had been and gone that both the +servants suddenly recollected the guest in +the spare room. Annie knocked at her door, +and, receiving no answer, she walked in; the +bed had not been slept in, and the spare +room was empty.</p> + +<p>“ ‘There, now!’ was the housemaid’s +decisive comment, ‘me and cook did ’ear +some one cross the ’all, and the front door +bang about an hour after every one else was +in bed.’</p> + +<p>“Presumably, therefore, Mrs. William Yule +had braved the elements and left the house +at about midnight, leaving no trace behind +her, save perhaps the broken lock of the +desk that had held the deed of gift in favour +of young Bloggs.”</p> + +</div> + +<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter" id="ch03-3"> + +<h3>Chapter III</h3> + +<p>“Some say there’s a Providence that watches +over us,” said the man in the corner, when +he had looked at me keenly, and had assured +himself that I was really interested in his +narrative, “others use the less poetic and +more direct formula, that ‘the devil takes +care of his own.’ The impression of the +general public during this interesting coroner’s +inquest was that the devil was taking special +care of his own—(‘his own’ being in this +instance represented by Mrs. William Yule, +who, by the way, was not present).</p> + +<p>“What the Evil One had done for her was +this: He caused the hall gas to burn so +badly on that eventful Thursday night, 27th +March, that Jane, the cook, had not been +able to see Mrs. William Yule at all distinctly. +He, moreover, decreed that when Annie +went into the drawing-room later on to take +her mistress’s orders, with regard to the +spare room, Mrs. William was apparently +dissolved in tears, for she only presented +the back of her head to the inquisitive glances +of the young housemaid.</p> + +<p>“After that the two servants went to bed, +and heard some one cross the hall and leave +the house about an hour or so later; but +neither of them could swear positively that +they would recognise the mysterious visitor +if they set eyes on her again.</p> + +<p>“Throughout all these proceedings, however, +you may be sure that Mr. William Yule +did not remain a passive spectator. In fact +I, who watched him, could see quite clearly +that he had the greatest possible difficulty in +controlling himself. Mind you, I knew by +then exactly where the hitch lay, and I +could, and will presently, tell you exactly all +that occurred on Thursday evening, 27th +March, at No. 9, Dartmoor Terrace, just as +if I had spent that memorable night there +myself; and I can assure you that it gave +me great pleasure to watch the faces of the +two men most interested in the verdict of +this coroner’s jury.</p> + +<p>“Every one’s sympathy had by now +entirely veered round to young Bloggs, who +for years had been brought up to expect a +fortune, and had then, at the last moment, +been defrauded of it, through what looked +already much like a crime. The deed of gift +had, of course, not been what the lawyers +call ‘completed.’ It had rested in Mrs. +Yule’s desk, and had never been ‘delivered’ +by the donor to the donee, or even to another +person on his behalf.</p> + +<p>“Young Bloggs, therefore, saw himself +suddenly destined to live his life as penniless +as he had been when he was still the old +gardener’s son.</p> + +<p>“No doubt the public felt that what +lurked mostly in his mind was a desire for +revenge, and I think everyone forgave him +when he gave his evidence with a distinct +tone of animosity against the woman who +had apparently succeeded in robbing him of +a fortune.</p> + +<p>“He had only met Mrs. William Yule once +before, he explained, but he was ready to +swear that it was she who called that night. +As for the original motive of the quarrel +between the two ladies, young Bloggs was +inclined to think that it was mostly on the +question of money.</p> + +<p>“ ‘Mrs. William,’ continued the young +man, ‘made certain peremptory demands on +Mrs. Yule, which the old lady bitterly +resented.’</p> + +<p>“But here there was an awful and sudden +interruption. William Yule, now quite beside +himself with rage, had with one bound reached +the witness-box, and struck young Bloggs +a violent blow in the face.</p> + +<p>“ ‘Liar and cheat!’ he roared, ‘take +that!’</p> + +<p>“And he prepared to deal the young man +another even more vigorous blow, when he +was overpowered and seized by the constables. +Young Bloggs had become positively +livid; his face looked grey and ashen, except +there, where his powerful assailant’s fist +had left a deep purple mark.</p> + +<p>“ ‘You have done your wife’s cause no +good,’ remarked the coroner drily, as William +Yule, sullen and defiant, was forcibly dragged +back to his place. ‘I shall adjourn the +inquest until Monday, and will expect Mrs. +Yule to be present and to explain exactly +what happened after her quarrel with the +deceased, and why she left the house so +suddenly and mysteriously that night.’</p> + +<p>“William Yule tried an explanation even +then. His wife had never left the studio in +Sheriff Road, West Hampstead, the whole of +that Thursday evening. It was a fearfully +stormy night, and she never went outside +the door. But the Yules kept no servant at +the cheap little rooms; a charwoman used +to come in every morning only for an hour +or two, to do the rough work; there was no +one, therefore, except the husband himself +to prove Mrs. William Yule’s <i>alibi</i>.</p> + +<p>“At the adjourned inquest, on the Monday, +Mrs. William Yule duly appeared; she was a +young, delicate-looking woman, with a patient +and suffering face, that had not an atom of +determination or vice in it.</p> + +<p>“Her evidence was very simple; she +merely swore solemnly that she had spent +the whole evening indoors, she had never been +to 9, Dartmoor Terrace, in her life, and, as a +matter of fact, would never have dared to +call on her irreconcilable mother-in-law. +Neither she nor her husband were specially +in want of money either.</p> + +<p>“ ‘My husband had just sold a picture at +the Water Colour Institute,’ she explained, +‘we were not hard up; and certainly I +should never have attempted to make the +slightest demand on Mrs. Yule.’</p> + +<p>“There the matter had to rest with regard +to the theft of the document, for that was +no business of the coroner’s or of the jury. +According to medical evidence the old lady’s +death had been due to a very natural and +possible accident—a sudden feeling of +giddiness—and the verdict had to be in accordance +with this.</p> + +<p>“There was no real proof against Mrs. +William Yule—only one man’s word, that of +young Bloggs; and it would no doubt always +have been felt that his evidence might not be +wholly unbiased. He was therefore well +advised not to prosecute. The world was +quite content to believe that the Yules had +planned and executed the theft, but he +never would have got a conviction against +Mrs. William Yule just on his own evidence.”</p> + +</div> + +<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter" id="ch03-4"> + +<h3>Chapter IV</h3> + +<p>“Then William Yule and his wife were left +in full possession of their fortune?” I asked +eagerly.</p> + +<p>“Yes, they were,” he replied; “but they +had to go and travel abroad for a while, +feeling was so high against them. The deed +of course, not having been ‘delivered,’ could +not be upheld in a court of law; that was +the opinion of several eminent counsel whom +Mr. Statham, with a lofty sense of justice, +consulted on behalf of young Bloggs.”</p> + +<p>“And young Bloggs was left penniless?”</p> + +<p>“No,” said the man in the corner, as, +with a weird and satisfied smile, he pulled +a piece of string out of his pocket; “the +friends of the late Mrs. Yule subscribed the +sum of £1,000 for him, for they all thought +he had been so terribly badly treated, and +Mr. Statham has taken him in his office as +articled pupil. No! no! young Bloggs has +not done so badly either——”</p> + +<p>“What seems strange to me,” I remarked +“is that for all she knew, Mrs. William Yule +might have committed only a silly and +purposeless theft. If Mrs. Yule had not +died suddenly and accidentally the next +morning, she would, no doubt, have executed +a fresh deed of gift, and all would have been +<i>in statu quo</i>.”</p> + +<p>“Exactly,” he replied drily, whilst his +fingers fidgeted nervously with his bit of +string.</p> + +<p>“Of course,” I suggested, for I felt that +the funny creature wanted to be drawn out; +“she may have reckoned on the old lady’s +weak heart, and the shock to her generally, +but it was, after all, very problematical.”</p> + +<p>“Very,” he said, “and surely you are not +still under the impression that Mrs. Yule’s +death was purely the result of an accident?”</p> + +<p>“What else could it be?” I urged.</p> + +<p>“The result of a slight push from the top +of the stairs,” he remarked placidly, whilst +a complicated knot went to join a row of its +fellows.</p> + +<p>“But Mrs. William Yule had left the house +before midnight—or, at any rate, some one +had. Do you think she had an accomplice?”</p> + +<p>“I think,” he said excitedly, “that the +mysterious visitor who left the house that +night had an instigator whose name was +William Bloggs.”</p> + +<p>“I don’t understand,” I gasped in +amazement.</p> + +<p>“Point No. 1,” he shrieked, while the row +of knots followed each other in rapid +succession, “young Bloggs swore a lie when he +swore that it was Mrs. William Yule who +called at Dartmoor Terrace that night.”</p> + +<p>“What makes you say that,” I retorted.</p> + +<p>“One very simple fact,” he replied, “so +simple that it was, of course, overlooked. +Do you remember that one of the things +which Annie overheard was old Mrs. Yule’s +irate words, ‘Very well, you may sleep here; +but, remember, I do not wish to see your +face again. You can leave my house before +I return from church; you can get plenty +of trains after seven o’clock.’ Now what +do you make of that?” he added +triumphantly.</p> + +<p>“Nothing in particular,” I rejoined; “it +was an awfully wet night, and——”</p> + +<p>“And High Street, Kensington Station, +within two minutes’ walk of Dartmoor +Terrace, with plenty of trains to West +Hampstead, and Sheriff Road within two minutes +of this latter station,” he shrieked, getting +more and more excited, “and the hour only +about ten o’clock, when there <em>are</em> plenty of +trains from one part of London to another? +Old Mrs. Yule, with her irascible temper +and obstinate ways, would have said: +‘There’s the station, not two minutes’ walk, +get out of my house, and don’t ever let me +see your face again,’ wouldn’t she now?”</p> + +<p>“It certainly seems more likely.”</p> + +<p>“Of course it does. She only allowed the +woman to stay because the woman had either +a very long way to go to get a train, or +perhaps had missed her last train—a +connection on a branch line presumably—and +could not possibly get home at all that night.”</p> + +<p>“Yes, that sounds logical,” I admitted.</p> + +<p>“Point No. 2,” he shrieked, “young Bloggs +having told a lie, had some object in telling it. +That was my starting point; from there I +worked steadily until I had reconstructed +the events of that Thursday night—nay, +more, until I knew something more about +young Bloggs’ immediate future, in order +that I might then imagine his past.</p> + +<p>“And this is what I found.</p> + +<p>“After the tragic death of Mrs. Yule, +young Bloggs went abroad at the expense of +some kind friends, and came home with a +wife, whom he is supposed to have met and +married in Switzerland. From that point +everything became clear to me. Young +Bloggs had told a lie when he swore that it +was Mrs. William Yule; therefore it was +somebody who either represented herself as +such, or who believed herself to be Mrs. +William Yule.</p> + +<p>“The first supposition,” continued the +funny creature, “I soon dismissed as +impossible; young Bloggs knew Mrs. William +Yule by sight—and since he had lied, he had +done so deliberately. Therefore to my mind +the lady who called herself Mrs. William +Yule did so because she believed that she +had a right to that name; that she had +married a man, who, for purposes of his +own, had chosen to call himself by that +name. From this point to that of guessing +who that man was was simple enough.”</p> + +<p>“Do you mean young Bloggs himself?” +I asked in amazement.</p> + +<p>“And whom else?” he replied. “Isn’t +that sort of thing done every day? Bloggs +was a hideous name, and Yule was eventually +to be his own. With William Yule’s example +before him, he must have known that it +would be dangerous to broach the marriage +question at all before the old lady, and +probably only meant to wait for a favourable +opportunity of doing so. But after a while +the young wife would naturally become +troubled and anxious, and like most women +under the same circumstances, would become +jealous and inquisitive as well.</p> + +<p>“She soon found out where he lived, and +no doubt called there, thinking that old +Mrs. Yule was her husband’s own fond +mother.</p> + +<p>“You can picture the rest. Mrs. Yule, +furious at having been deceived, herself +destroys the deed of gift which she meant +to present to her adopted son, and from +that hour young Bloggs sees himself penniless.</p> + +<p>“The false Mrs. Yule left the house, and +young Bloggs waited for his opportunity on +the dark landing of a small London house. +One push and the deed was done. With her +weak heart, Mrs. Yule was sure to die of +the shock, if not of the fall.</p> + +<p>“Before that, already the desk had been +broken open and every appearance of a +theft given to it. After the tragedy, then, +young Bloggs retired quietly to his room. +The whole thing looked so like an accident +that, even had the servants heard the fall +at once, there would still have been time +enough for the young villain to sneak into +his room, and then to reappear at his door +as if he, too, had been just awakened by the +noise.</p> + +<p>“The result turned out just as he had +expected. The William Yules have been +and still are suspected of the theft; and +young Bloggs is a hero of romance with +whom every one is in sympathy.”</p> + +</div> + +<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter" id="ch04-1"> + +<h2>IV. <br> Who Stole the Black Diamonds?</h2> + +<h3>Chapter I</h3> + +<p>“Do you know who that is?” said the +man in the corner, as he pushed a small +packet of photos across the table.</p> + +<p>The picture on the top represented an +entrancingly beautiful woman, with bare +arms and neck, and a profusion of pearl and +diamond ornaments about her head and +throat.</p> + +<p>“Surely this is the Queen of——?”</p> + +<p>“Hush!” he broke in abruptly, with mock +dismay; “you must mention no names.”</p> + +<p>“Why not?” I asked, laughing, for he +looked so droll in his distress.</p> + +<p>“Look closely at the photo,” he replied, +“and at the necklace and tiara that the +lady is wearing.”</p> + +<p>“Yes,” I said. “Well?”</p> + +<p>“Do you mean to say you don’t recognise +them?”</p> + +<p>I looked at the picture more closely, and +then there suddenly came back to my mind +that mysterious story of the Black Diamonds, +which had not only bewildered the police of +Europe, but also some of its diplomats.</p> + +<p>“Ah! I see you do recognise the jewels!” +said the funny creature, after a while. “No +wonder! for their design is unique, and +photographs of that necklace and tiara were +circulated practically throughout the world.</p> + +<p>“Of course I am not going to mention +names, for you know very well who the royal +heroes of this mysterious adventure were. +For the purposes of my narrative, suppose I +call them the King and Queen of ‘Bohemia.’</p> + +<p>“The value of the stones was said to be +fabulous, and it was only natural when the +King of ‘Bohemia’ found himself somewhat +in want of money—a want which has made +itself felt before now with even the most +powerful European monarchs—that he should +decide to sell the precious trinkets, worth a +small kingdom in themselves. In order to +be in closer touch with the most likely +customers, their Majesties of ‘Bohemia’ +came over to England during the season of +1902—a season memorable alike for its deep +sorrow and its great joy.</p> + +<p>“After the sad postponement of the Coronation +festivities, they rented Eton Chase, +a beautiful mansion just outside Chislehurst, +for the summer months. There they +entertained right royally, for the Queen was +very gracious and the King a real +sportsman—there also the rumour first got about +that His Majesty had decided to sell the +world-famous <i>parure</i> of Black Diamonds.</p> + +<p>“Needless to say, they were not long in +the market: quite a host of American +millionaires had already coveted them for +their wives, and brisk and sensational offers +were made to His Majesty’s business man +both by letter and telegram.</p> + +<p>“At last, however, Mr. Wilson, the +multi-millionaire, was understood to have made an +offer, for the necklace and tiara, of £500,000, +which had been accepted.</p> + +<p>“But a very few days later, that is to say, +on the Sunday and Monday, 6th and 7th +July, there appeared in the papers the short +but deeply sensational announcement that a +burglary had occurred at Eton Chase, +Chislehurst, the mansion inhabited by Their +Majesties the King and Queen of ‘Bohemia’; +and that among the objects stolen was the +famous <i>parure</i> of Black Diamonds, for which +a bid of half a million sterling had just been +made and accepted.</p> + +<p>“The burglary had been one of the most +daring and most mysterious ones ever brought +under the notice of the police authorities. +The mansion was full of guests at the time, +among whom were many diplomatic notabilities, +and also Mr. and Mrs. Wilson, the +future owners of the gems; there were also +a very large staff of servants. The burglary +must have occurred between the hours of 10 +and 11.30 p.m., though the precise moment +could not be ascertained.</p> + +<p>“The house itself stands in the midst of a +large garden, and has deep French windows +opening out upon a terrace at the back. +There are ornamental iron balconies to the +windows of the upper floors, and it was to +one of these, situated immediately above +the dining-room, that a rope-ladder was +found to be attached.</p> + +<p>“The burglar must have chosen a moment +when the guests were dispersed in the smoking, +billiard, and drawing-rooms; the servants +were having their own meal, and the +dining-room was deserted. He must have swung +his rope-ladder, and entered Her Majesty’s +own bedroom by the window which—as the +night was very warm—had been left open. +The jewels were locked up in a small iron +box, which stood upon the dressing-table, +and the burglar took the box bodily away +with him, and then, no doubt, returned the +way he came.</p> + +<p>“The wonderful point in this daring +attempt was the fact that most of the windows +on the ground floor were slightly open that +night, that the rooms themselves were filled +with guests, and that the dining-room was +not empty for more than a few minutes at a +time, as the servants were still busy clearing +away after dinner.</p> + +<p>“At nine o’clock some of the younger +guests had strolled out on to the terrace, and +the last of these returned to the drawing-room +at ten o’clock; at half-past eleven one +of the servants caught sight of the +rope-ladder in front of one of the dining-room +windows, and the alarm was given.</p> + +<p>“All traces of the burglar, however, and +of his princely booty had completely +disappeared.”</p> + +</div> + +<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter" id="ch04-2"> + +<h3>Chapter II</h3> + +<p>“Not only did this daring burglary cause a +great deal of excitement,” continued the +man in the corner, “but it also roused a +good deal of sympathy in the public mind +for the King and Queen of ‘Bohemia’ who +thus found their hope of raising half a million +sterling suddenly dashed to the ground. The +loss to them would, of course, be irreparable.</p> + +<p>“Matters, were, however, practically at a +standstill, all enquiries from enterprising +journalists only eliciting the vague information +that the police ‘held a clue.’ We all +know what that means. Then all at once +a wonderful rumour got about.</p> + +<p>“Goodness only knows how these rumours +originate—sometimes solely in the imagination +of the man in the street. In this instance +certainly, that worthy gentleman had a very +sensational theory. It was namely rumoured +all over London that the clue which the +police held pointed to no less a person than +Mr. Wilson himself.</p> + +<p>“What had happened was this: Minute +enquiries on the part of the most able +detectives of Scotland Yard had brought to light +the fact that the burglary at Eton Chase +must have occurred precisely between ten +minutes and a quarter past eleven; at +every other moment of the entire evening +somebody or other had observed either the +terrace or the dining-room windows.</p> + +<p>“I told you that until ten o’clock some +of Their Majesties’ guests were walking up +and down the terrace; between ten and +half-past servants were clearing away in the +dining-room, and here it was positively +ascertained beyond any doubt that no burglar +could have slung a rope-ladder and climbed +up it immediately outside those windows, +for one or other of the six servants engaged +in clearing away the dinner must of necessity +have caught sight of him.</p> + +<p>“At half-past ten John Lucas, the head +gardener, was walking through the gardens +with a dog at his heels, and did not get back +to the lodge until just upon eleven. He +certainly did not go as far as the terrace, +and as that side of the house was in shadow +he could not say positively whether the +ladder was there or not, but he certainly did +assert most emphatically that there was no +burglar about the <em>grounds</em> then, for the dog +was a good watch-dog and would have barked +if any stranger was about. Lucas took the +dog in with him and gave him a bit of supper, +and only fastened him to his kennel outside +at a quarter-past eleven.</p> + +<p>“Surmising, therefore, that at half-past ten, +when John Lucas started on his round, the +deed was not yet done, that quarter of an +hour would give the burglar the only possible +opportunity of entering the premises <em>from +the outside</em>, without being barked at by the +dog. Now, during most of that same quarter +of an hour, His Majesty the King of +‘Bohemia’ himself had retired into a small +library with his private secretary, in order +to glance through certain despatches which +had arrived earlier in the evening.</p> + +<p>“The window of this library was immediately +next to the one outside which the +ladder was found, and both the secretary and +His Majesty himself think that they would +have seen something or heard a noise if the +rope-ladder had been slung while they were +in the room. They both, however, returned +to the drawing-room at ten minutes past +eleven.</p> + +<p>“And here,” continued the man in the +corner, rubbing his long, bony fingers together, +“arose the neatest little complication +I have ever come across in a case of this +kind. His Majesty had, it appears, privately +made up his mind to accept Mr. Wilson’s +bid, but the transaction had not yet been +completed. Mr. Wilson and his wife came +down to stay at Eton Chase on 29th June, +and directly they arrived many of those +present noticed that Mr. Wilson was obviously +repenting of his bargain. This impression +had deepened day by day, Mrs. Wilson herself +often throwing out covert hints about +‘fictitious value’ and ‘fancy prices for +merely notorious trinkets.’ In fact, it became +obvious that the Wilsons were really seeking +a loophole for evading the conclusion of the +bargain.</p> + +<p>“On the memorable evening of the 5th +July, Mrs. Wilson had been forced to retire +to her room early in the evening, owing, she +said, to a bad headache; her room was in +the west wing of the Chase, and opened out +on the same corridor as the apartments of Her +Majesty the Queen. At half-past eleven Mrs. +Wilson rang for her maid—Mary Pritchard, +who, on entering her mistress’s room, met +Mr. Wilson just coming out of it, and the girl +heard him say: ‘Oh, don’t worry! I’ll have +the whole reset when we get back.’</p> + +<p>“The detectives, on the other hand, had +obtained information that two or three days +previously Mr. Wilson had sustained a very +severe loss on the ’Change, and that he had +subsequently remarked to two or three +business friends that the Black Diamonds +had become a luxury which he had no right +to afford.</p> + +<p>“Be this as it may, certain it is that within +a week of the notorious burglary the rumour +was current in every club in London that +James S. Wilson, the reputed American +millionaire, having found himself unable to +complete the purchase of the Black Diamonds, +had found this other very much less legitimate +means of gaining possession of the gems.</p> + +<p>“You must admit that the case looked +black enough against him—all circumstantial, +of course, for there was absolutely nothing +to prove that he had the jewels in his +possession; in fact no trace of them whatever had +been found, but the public argued that Mr. +Wilson would lie low with them for a while, +and then have them reset when he returned +to America.</p> + +<p>“Of course, ugly rumours of that +description don’t become general about a man +without his getting some inkling of them. +Mr. Wilson very soon found his position in +London absolutely intolerable: his friends +ignored him at the club, ladies ceased to +call upon his wife, and one fine day he was +openly cut by Lord Barnsdale, an M.F.H., +in the hunting field.</p> + +<p>“Then Mr. Wilson thought it high time +to take action. He placed the whole matter +in the hands of an able if not very scrupulous +solicitor who promised within a given time +to find him a defendant with plenty of means, +against whom he could bring a sensational +libel suit, with thundering damages.</p> + +<p>“The solicitor was as good as his word. +He bribed some of the waiters at the Carlton, +and so laid his snares that within six months, +Lord and Lady Barnsdale had been overheard +to say in public what everybody now +thought in private, namely, that Mr. James +S. Wilson, finding himself unable to purchase +the celebrated Black Diamonds, had thought +it more profitable to steal them.</p> + +<p>“Two days later Mr. James S. Wilson +entered an action in the High Courts for +slander against Lord and Lady Barnsdale, +claiming damages to the tune of £50,000.”</p> + +</div> + +<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter" id="ch04-3"> + +<h3>Chapter III</h3> + +<p>“Still the mystery of the lost jewels was no +nearer to its solution. Their Majesties the +King and Queen of ‘Bohemia,’ had left +England soon after the disastrous event +which deprived them of what amounted to +a small fortune.</p> + +<p>“It was expected that the sensational +slander case would come on in the autumn, +or rather more than sixteen months after +the mysterious disappearance of the Black +Diamonds.</p> + +<p>“This last season was not a very brilliant +one, if you remember; the wet weather, I +believe, had quite a good deal to do with +the fact; nevertheless London, that great +world centre, was, as usual, full of +distinguished visitors, among whom Mrs. +Vanderdellen, who arrived the second week in July, +was perhaps the most interesting.</p> + +<p>“Her enormous wealth spread a positive +halo round her, it being generally asserted +that she was the richest woman in the world. +Add to this that she was young, strikingly +handsome, and a widow, and you will easily +understand what a <i>furore</i> her appearance +during this London season caused in all +high social circles.</p> + +<p>“Though she was still in slight mourning +for her husband, she was asked everywhere, +went everywhere, and was courted and +admired by everybody, including some of the +highest in the land; her dresses and jewellery +were the talk of the ladies’ papers, her style +and charm the gossip of all the clubs. And +no doubt that, although the July evening +Court promised to be very brilliant, every one +thought that it would be doubly so, since +Mrs. Vanderdellen had been honoured with an +invitation, and would presumably be present.</p> + +<p>“I like to picture to myself that scene at +Buckingham Palace,” continued the man +in the corner, as his fingers toyed lovingly +with a beautiful and brand-new bit of string. +“Of course, I was not present actually, but +I can see it all before me; the lights, the +crowds, the pretty women, the glistening +diamonds; then, in the midst of the chatter, +a sudden silence fell as ‘Mrs. Vanderdellen’ +was announced.</p> + +<p>“All women turned to look at the beautiful +American as she entered, because her dress—on +this her first appearance at the English +Court—was sure to be a vision of style and +beauty. But for once nobody noticed the +dress from Felix, nobody even gave a glance +at the exquisitely lovely face of the wearer. +Every one’s eyes had fastened on one thing +only, and every one’s lips framed but one +exclamation, and that an ‘Oh!’ half of +amazement and half of awe.</p> + +<p>“For round her neck and upon her head Mrs. +Vanderdellen was wearing a gorgeously +magnificent <i>parure</i> composed of black diamonds.”</p> + +</div> + +<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter" id="ch04-4"> + +<h3>Chapter IV</h3> + +<p>“I don’t know how the case of Wilson <i>v.</i> +Barnsdale was settled, for it never came into +court. There were many people in London +who owed the Wilsons an apology, and it is +to be hoped that these were tendered in full.</p> + +<p>“As for Mrs. Vanderdellen, she seemed +quite unaware why her appearance at Their +Majesties’ Court had caused quite so much +sensation. No one, of course, broached the +subject of the diamonds to her, and she no +doubt attributed those significant ‘Oh’s’ +to her own dazzling beauty.</p> + +<p>“The next day, however, Detective Marsh, +of Scotland Yard, had a very difficult task +before him. He had to go and ask a beautiful, +rich, and refined woman how she happened +to be in possession of stolen jewellery.</p> + +<p>“Luckily for Marsh, however, he had to +deal with a woman who was also charming, +and who met his polite enquiry with an +equally pleasant reply:</p> + +<p>“ ‘My husband gave me the Black +Diamonds,’ she said, ‘a year ago on his +return from Europe. I had them set in +Vienna last Spring, and wore them for the +first time last night. Will you please tell me +the reason of this strange enquiry?’</p> + +<p>“ ‘Your husband?’ echoed Marsh, ignoring +her question, ‘Mr. Vanderdellen?’</p> + +<p>“ ‘Oh, yes,’ she replied sweetly, ‘I dare +say you have never heard of him. His name +is very well known in America, where they +call him the “Petrol King.” One of his +hobbies was the collection of gems, which he +was very fond of seeing me wear, and he +gave me some magnificent jewels. The Black +Diamonds certainly are very handsome. May +I now request you to tell me,’ she repeated, +with a certain assumption of hauteur, ‘the +reason of all these enquiries?’</p> + +<p>“ ‘The reason is simple enough, madam,’ +replied the detective abruptly, ‘those +diamonds were the property of Her Majesty +the Queen of “Bohemia,” and were stolen +from Their Majesties’ residence, Eton Chase, +Chislehurst, on the 5th of July last year.’</p> + +<p>“ ‘Stolen!’ she repeated, aghast and +obviously incredulous.</p> + +<p>“ ‘Yes, stolen,’ said old Marsh. ‘I don’t +wish to distress you unnecessarily, Madam, +but you will see how imperative it is that +you should place me in immediate communication +with Mr. Vanderdellen, as an explanation +from him has become necessary.’</p> + +<p>“ ‘Unfortunately, that is impossible,’ said +Mrs. Vanderdellen, who seemed under the +spell of a strong emotion.</p> + +<p>“ ‘Impossible?’</p> + +<p>“ ‘Mr. Vanderdellen has been dead just +over a year. He died three days after his +return to New York, and the Black Diamonds +were the last present he ever made me.’</p> + +<p>“There was a pause after that. +Marsh—experienced detective though he was—was +literally at his wits’ ends what to do. He +said afterwards that Mrs. Vanderdellen, +though very young and frivolous outwardly, +seemed at the same time an exceedingly +shrewd, farseeing business woman. To begin +with, she absolutely refused to have the +matter hushed up, and to return the jewels +until their rightful ownership had been +properly proved.</p> + +<p>“ ‘It would be tantamount,’ she said, +‘to admitting that my husband had come by +them unlawfully.’</p> + +<p>“At the same time she offered the princely +reward of £10,000 to any one who found the +true solution of the mystery; for, mind you, +the late Mr. Vanderdellen sailed from Havre +for New York on July the 8th, 1902, that is +to say, three clear days after the theft of +the diamonds from Eton Chase, and he +presented his wife with the loose gems +immediately on his arrival in New York. Three +days after that he died.</p> + +<p>“It was difficult to suppose that Mr. +Vanderdellen purchased those diamonds not +knowing that they must have been stolen, +since, directly after the burglary the English +police telegraphed to all their Continental +colleagues, and within four-and-twenty hours +a description of the stolen jewels was +circulated throughout Europe.</p> + +<p>“It was, to say the least of it, very strange +that an experienced business man and shrewd +collector like Mr. Vanderdellen should have +purchased such priceless gems without making +some enquiries as to their history, more +especially as they must have been offered to +him in a more or less ‘hole-in-the-corner’ +way.</p> + +<p>“Still, Mrs. Vanderdellen stuck to her +guns, and refused to give up the jewels +pending certain enquiries she wished to make. +She declared that she wished to be sued for +the diamonds in open court, charged with +wilfully detaining stolen goods if necessary, +for the more publicity was given to the whole +affair the better she would like it, so firmly +did she believe in her husband’s innocence.</p> + +<p>“The matter was indeed brought to the +High Courts, and the sensational action +brought against Mrs. Vanderdellen by the +representative of His Majesty the King of +‘Bohemia’ for the recovery of the Black +Diamonds is, no doubt, still fresh in your +memory.</p> + +<p>“No one was allowed to know what witnesses +Mrs. Vanderdellen would bring forward +in her defence. She had engaged the services +of Sir Arthur Inglewood, and of some of the +most eminent counsel at the Bar. The court +was packed with the most fashionable crowd +ever seen inside the Law Courts; and both +days that the action lasted Mrs. Vanderdellen +appeared in exquisite gowns and ideal hats.</p> + +<p>“The evidence for the Royal plaintiff was +simple enough. It all went to prove that +the very day after the burglary not a jeweller, +pawnbroker, or diamond merchant throughout +the whole of Europe could have failed +to know that a unique <i>parure</i> of black +diamonds had been stolen, and would +probably be offered for sale. The Black +Diamonds in themselves, and out of their +setting, were absolutely unique, and if the +late Mr. Vanderdellen purchased them in +Paris from some private individual, he must +at least have very strongly suspected that +they were stolen.</p> + +<p>“Throughout the whole of that first day +Mrs. Vanderdellen sat in court, absolutely +calm and placid. She listened to the evidence, +made little notes, and chatted with two or +three American friends—elderly men—who +were with her.</p> + +<p>“Then came the turn of the defence.</p> + +<p>“Everybody had expected something sensational, +and listened more eagerly than ever +as the name of Mr. Albert V. B. Sedley +was called. He was a tall, elderly man, +the regular angular type of the American, +with his nasal twang and reposeful manner.</p> + +<p>“His story was brief and simple. He +was a great friend of the late Mr. +Vanderdellen, and had gone on a European tour +with him in the early spring of 1902. They +were together in Vienna in the month of +March, staying at the Hotel Imperial, when +one day Vanderdellen came to his room with +a remarkable story.</p> + +<p>“ ‘He told me,’ continued Mr. Albert V. B. +Sedley, ‘that he had just purchased some +very beautiful diamonds, which he meant +to present to his wife on his return to New +York. He would not tell me where he +bought them, nor would he show them to +me, but he spoke about the beauty and +rarity of the stones, which were that rarest +of all things, beautiful black diamonds.</p> + +<p>“ ‘As the whole story sounded to me a +little bit queer and mysterious, I gave him +a word of caution, but he was quite confident +as to the integrity of the vendor of the +jewels, since the latter had made a somewhat +curious bargain. Vanderdellen was to have +the diamonds in his keeping for three months +without paying any money, merely giving a +formal receipt for them; then, if after three +months he was quite satisfied with his +bargain, and there had been no suspicion or +rumour of any kind that the diamonds were +stolen, then only was the money, £500,000, +to be paid.</p> + +<p>“ ‘Vanderdellen thought this very fair and +above-board, and so it sounded to me. The +only thing I didn’t like about it all was that +the vendor had given what I thought was a +false name and no address; the money was +to be paid over to him in French notes when +the three months had expired, at an hotel +in Paris, where Vanderdellen would be staying +at the time, and where he would call for it.</p> + +<p>“ ‘I heard nothing more about the mysterious +diamonds and their still more mysterious +vendor,’ continued Mr. Sedley, amidst +intense excitement, ‘for Vanderdellen and I +soon parted company after that, he going +one way and I another. But at the beginning +of July I met him in Paris, and on the 4th +I dined with him at the Elysee Palace Hotel, +where he was staying.</p> + +<p>“ ‘Mr. Cornelius R. Shee was there too, +and Vanderdellen related to him during +dinner the history of his mysterious purchase +of the Black Diamonds, adding that the +vendor had called upon him that very day +as arranged, and that he (Vanderdellen) had +had no hesitation in handing him over the +agreed price of £500,000, which he thought +a very low one. Both Mr. Shee and I agreed +that the whole thing must have been clear +and above-board, for jewels of such fabulous +value could not have been stolen since last +spring without the hue and cry being in +every paper in Europe.</p> + +<p>“ ‘It is my opinion, therefore,’ said Mr. +Albert V. B. Sedley, at the conclusion of +this remarkable evidence, ‘that Mr. +Vanderdellen bought those diamonds in perfect +good faith. He would never have wittingly +subjected his wife to the indignity of being +seen in public with stolen jewels round her +neck. If after 5th July he did happen to +hear that a <i>parure</i> of black diamonds had +been stolen in England at the date, he could +not possibly think that there could be the +slightest connection between these and those +he had purchased more than three months ago.’</p> + +<p>“And, amidst indescribable excitement, +Mr. Albert V. B. Sedley stepped back into +his place.</p> + +<p>“That he had spoken the truth from +beginning to end no one could doubt for a +single moment. His own social position, +wealth, and important commercial reputation +placed him above any suspicion of committing +perjury, even for the sake of a dead +friend. Moreover, the story told by Vanderdellen +at the dinner in Paris was corroborated +by Mr. Cornelius R. Shee in every point.</p> + +<p>“But there! a dead man’s words are <em>not</em> +evidence in a court of law. Unfortunately, +Mr. Vanderdellen had not shown the diamonds +to his friends at the time. He had certainly +drawn enormous sums of money from his +bank about the end of June and beginning +of July, amounting in all to just over a +million sterling; and there was nothing to +prove which special day he had paid away +a sum of £500,000, whether <em>before</em> or <em>after</em> +the burglary at Eton Chase.</p> + +<p>“He had made extensive purchases in +Paris of pictures, furniture, and other works +of art, all of priceless value, for the +decoration of his new palace in Fifth Avenue, and +no diary of private expenditure was produced +in court. Mrs. Vanderdellen herself had said +that after her husband’s death, as all his +affairs were in perfect order, she had destroyed +his personal and private diaries.</p> + +<p>“Thus the counsel for the plaintiff was +able to demolish the whole edifice of the +defence bit by bit, for it rested on but very +ephemeral foundations: a story related by +a dead man.</p> + +<p>“Judgment was entered for the plaintiff, +although every one’s sympathy, including +that of judge and of jury, was entirely for the +defendant, who had so nobly determined +to vindicate her husband’s reputation.</p> + +<p>“But Mrs. Vanderdellen proved to the +last that she was no ordinary and everyday +woman. She had kept one final sensation +up her sleeve. Two days after she had +legally been made to give up the Black +Diamonds, she offered to purchase them back +for £500,000. Her bid was accepted, and +during last autumn, on the occasion of the +last Royal visit to London and the consequent +grand society functions, no one was +more admired, more <i>fêted</i> and envied, than +beautiful Mrs. Vanderdellen as she entered +a drawing-room exquisitely gowned, and +adorned with the <i>parure</i> of which an Empress +might have been proud.”</p> + +<p>The man in the corner had paused, and +was idly tapping his fingers on the +marble-topped table of the A.B.C. shop.</p> + +<p>“It was a curious story, wasn’t it?” said +the funny creature, after a while. “More +like a romance than a reality.”</p> + +<p>“It is absolutely bewildering,” I said.</p> + +<p>“What is your theory?” he asked.</p> + +<p>“What about?” I retorted.</p> + +<p>“Well, there are so many points, aren’t +there, of which only one is quite clear, +namely, that the <i>parure</i> of Black Diamonds +disappeared from Eton Chase, Chislehurst, +on 5th July, 1902, and that the next time +they were seen they were on the neck and +head of Mrs. Vanderdellen, the widow of +one of the richest men of modern times, +whilst the story of how her husband came +by them was, to all intents and purposes, +<em>legally</em> disbelieved.”</p> + +<p>“Then,” I argued, “the only logical +conclusions to arrive at in all this is that the +Black Diamonds, owned by His Majesty the +King of ‘Bohemia,’ were not unique, and +that Mr. Vanderdellen bought some duplicate +ones.”</p> + +<p>“If you knew anything about diamonds,” +he said irritably, “you would also know +that your statement is an absurdity. There +are no such things as ‘duplicate’ diamonds.”</p> + +<p>“Then what <em>is</em> the only logical conclusion +to arrive at?” I retorted, for he had given +up playing with the photos and was twisting +and twining that bit of string as if his brain +was contained inside it and he feared it +might escape.</p> + +<p>“Well, to me,” he said, “the only logical +conclusion of the affair is that the Black +Diamonds which Mrs. Vanderdellen wore +were the only and original ones belonging +to the Crown of ‘Bohemia.’ ”</p> + +<p>“Then you think that a man in Mr. +Vanderdellen’s position would have been fool +enough to buy gems worth £500,000 at the +very moment when there was a hue and cry +for them all over Europe?”</p> + +<p>“No, I don’t,” he replied quietly.</p> + +<p>“But then——” I began.</p> + +<p>“No?” he repeated once again, as his +long fingers completed knot number one in +that eternal piece of string. “The Black +Diamonds which Mrs. Vanderdellen wore +were bought by her husband in all good faith +from the mysterious vendor in Vienna, in +March, 1902.”</p> + +<p>“Impossible!” I retorted. “Her Majesty +the Queen of ‘Bohemia’ wore them regularly +during the months of May and June, and +they were stolen from Eton Chase on July +the 5th.”</p> + +<p>“Her Majesty the Queen of ‘Bohemia’ +wore a <i>parure</i> of Black Diamonds during +those months, and those certainly were stolen +on July the 5th,” he said excitedly; “but +what was there to prove that <em>those</em> were +the genuine stones?”</p> + +<p>“Why!——” I ejaculated.</p> + +<p>“Point No. 2,” he said, jumping about +like a monkey on a stick; “although Mr. +Wilson was acknowledged to be innocent of +the theft of the diamonds, isn’t it strange +that no one has ever been proved guilty of +it?”</p> + +<p>“But I don’t understand——”</p> + +<p>“Yet it is simple as daylight. I maintain +that His Majesty the King of ‘Bohemia’ +being short, very short, of money, decided +to sell the celebrated Black Diamonds; to +avoid all risks the stones are taken out of +their settings, and a trusted and secret +emissary is then deputed to find a possible +purchaser; his choice falls on the +multi-millionaire Vanderdellen, who is travelling +in Europe, is a noted collector of rare +jewellery, and has a beautiful young wife—three +attributes, you see, which make him a very +likely purchaser.</p> + +<p>“The emissary then seeks him out, and +offers him the diamonds for sale. Mr. +Vanderdellen at first hesitates, wondering how +such valuable gems had come in the vendor’s +possession, but the bargain suggested by +the latter—the three months during which +the gems are to be held on trust by the +purchaser—seems so fair and above-board, +that Mr. Vanderdellen’s objections fall to +the ground; he accepts the bargain, and +three months later completes the purchase.”</p> + +<p>“But I don’t understand,” I repeated +again, more bewildered than before. “You +say the King of ‘Bohemia’ sold the loose +gems originally to Mr. Vanderdellen; then, +what about the <i>parure</i> worn by the Queen +and offered for sale to Mr. and Mrs. Wilson? +What about the theft at Eton Chase?”</p> + +<p>“Point No. 3,” he shrieked excitedly, as +another series of complicated knots went to +join its fellows. “I told you that the King +of ‘Bohemia’ was <em>very</em> short of money, +every one knows <em>that</em>. He sells the Black +Diamonds to Mr. Vanderdellen, but before +he does it, he causes duplicates of them to +be made, but this time in exquisite, beautiful, +perfect Parisian imitation, and has these +mounted into the original settings by some +trusted man who, you may be sure, was +well paid to hold his tongue. Then it is +given out that the <i>parure</i> is for sale; a +purchaser is found, and a few days later the +false diamonds are stolen.”</p> + +<p>“By whom?”</p> + +<p>“By the King of ‘Bohemia’s’ valued +and trusted friend, who has helped in the +little piece of villainy throughout; it is he +who drops a rope-ladder through Her Majesty’s +bedroom window on to the terrace below, +and then hands the imitation <i>parure</i> to his +Royal master, who sees to its complete +destruction and disappearance. Then there +is a hue and cry for the <em>real</em> stones, and after +a year or so they are found on the person +of a lady, who is legally forced to give them +up. And thus His Majesty the King of +‘Bohemia’ got one solid million for the +Black Diamonds, instead of half that sum, +for if Mrs. Vanderdellen had not purchased +the jewels, some one else would have done +so.”</p> + +<p>And he was gone, leaving me to gaze at +the pictures of three lovely women, and +wondering if indeed it was the Royal lady +herself who could best solve the mystery of +who stole the Black Diamonds.</p> + +</div> + +<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter" id="ch05-1"> + +<h2>V. <br> The Murder of Miss Pebmarsh</h2> + +<h3>Chapter I</h3> + +<p>“You must admit,” said the man in the +corner to me one day, as I folded up and +put aside my <i>Daily Telegraph</i>, which I had +been reading with great care, “that it would +be difficult to find a more interesting plot, +or more thrilling situations, than occurred +during the case of Miss Pamela Pebmarsh. +As for downright cold-blooded villainy, +commend me to some of the actors in that real +drama.</p> + +<p>“The facts were simple enough; Miss +Lucy Ann Pebmarsh was an old maid who +lived with her young niece Pamela and an +elderly servant in one of the small, newly-built +houses not far from the railway station +at Boreham Wood. The fact that she kept +a servant at all, and that the little house +always looked very spick and span, was +taken by the neighbours to mean that Miss +Pebmarsh was a lady of means; but she +kept very much to herself, seldom went to +church, and never attended any of the +mothers’ meetings, parochial teas, and other +social gatherings for which that popular +neighbourhood has long been famous.</p> + +<p>“Very little, therefore, was known of the +Pebmarsh household, save that the old lady +had seen better days, that she had taken her +niece to live with her recently, and that the +latter had had a somewhat checkered career +before she had found her present haven of +refuge; some more venturesome gossips went +so far as to hint—but only just above a +whisper—that Miss Pamela Pebmarsh had +been on the stage.</p> + +<p>“Certain it is that that young lady seemed +to chafe very much under the restraint +imposed upon her by her aunt, who seldom +allowed her out of her sight, and evidently +kept her very short of money, for, in spite +of Miss Pamela’s obvious love of fine clothes, +she had latterly been constrained to wear +the plainest of frocks and most unbecoming +of hats.</p> + +<p>“All very commonplace and uninteresting, +you see, until that memorable Wednesday +in October, after which the little house in +Boreham Wood became a nine days’ wonder +throughout newspaper-reading England.</p> + +<p>“On that day Miss Pebmarsh’s servant, +Jemima Gadd, went over to Luton to see +a sick sister; she was not expected back +until the next morning. On that same +afternoon Miss Pamela—strangely enough—seems +also to have elected to go up to town, leaving +her aunt all alone in the house, and not +returning home until the late train, which +reaches Boreham Wood a few minutes before +one.</p> + +<p>“It was about five minutes past one that +the neighbours in the quiet little street were +roused from their slumbers by most frantic +and agonised shrieks. The next moment +Miss Pamela was seen to rush out of her +aunt’s house and then to hammer violently +at the door of one of her neighbours, still +uttering piercing shrieks. You may imagine +what a commotion such a scene at midnight +would cause in a place like Boreham Wood. +Heads were thrust out of the windows; one +or two neighbours in hastily-donned +miscellaneous attire came running out; and +very soon the news spread round like +wild-fire that Miss Pamela on coming home had +found her aunt lying dead in the +sitting-room.</p> + +<p>“Mr. Miller, the local greengrocer, was the +first to pluck up sufficient courage to effect +an entrance into the house. Miss Pamela +dared not follow him; she had become quite +hysterical, and was shrieking at the top of +her voice that her aunt had been murdered. +The sight that greeted Mr. Miller and those +who had been venturesome enough to follow +him, was certainly calculated to unhinge any +young girl’s mind.</p> + +<p>“In the small bow-window of the sitting-room +stood a writing-table, with drawers +open and papers scattered all over and around +it; in a chair in front of it, half sitting and +half lying across the table, face downwards, +and with arms outstretched, was the dead +body of Miss Pebmarsh. There was sufficient +indications to show to the most casual +observer that, undoubtedly, the unfortunate +lady had been murdered.</p> + +<p>“One of the neighbours, who possessed +a bicycle, had in the meantime had the good +sense to ride over to the police station. +Very soon two constables were on the spot; +they quickly cleared the room of gossiping +neighbours, and then endeavoured to obtain +from Miss Pamela some lucid information +as to the terrible event.</p> + +<p>“At first she seemed quite unable to +answer coherently the many questions which +were being put to her; however, with infinite +patience and wonderful kindness, Sergeant +Evans at last managed to obtain from her the +following statement.</p> + +<p>“ ‘I had had an invitation to go to the +theatre this evening; it was an old +invitation, and my aunt had said long ago that +I might accept it. When Jemima Gadd +wanted to go to Luton, I didn’t see why I +should give up the theatre and offend my +friend, just because of her. My aunt and I +had some words about it, but I went. . . . +I came back by the last train, and walked +straight home from the station. I had taken +the latch-key with me, and went straight +into the sitting-room; the lamp was alight, +and—and——’</p> + +<p>“The rest was chaos in the poor girl’s +mind; she was only conscious of having +seen something awful and terrible, and of +having rushed out screaming for help. +Sergeant Evans asked her no further questions +then; a kind neighbour had offered to take +charge of Pamela for the night, and took +her away with her, the constable remaining +in charge of the body and the house until +the arrival of higher authorities.”</p> + +</div> + +<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter" id="ch05-2"> + +<h3>Chapter II</h3> + +<p>“Although, as you may well suppose,” +continued the man in the corner, after a +pause, “the excitement was intense at +Boreham Wood, it had not as yet reached the +general newspaper-reading public. As the +tragic event had occurred at one o’clock in +the morning, the papers the following day +only contained a brief announcement that +an old lady had been found murdered at +Boreham Wood under somewhat mysterious +circumstances. Later on, the evening editions +added that the police were extremely reticent, +but that it was generally understood that +they held an important clue.</p> + +<p>“The following day had been fixed for +the inquest, and I went down myself in the +morning, for somehow I felt that this case +was going to be an interesting one. A +murder which at first seems absolutely +purposeless always, in my experience, reveals, +sooner or later, an interesting trait in human +nature.</p> + +<p>“As soon as I arrived at Boreham Wood, +I found that the murder of Miss Pebmarsh +and the forthcoming inquest seemed to be +the sole subjects of gossip and conversation. +After I had been in the place half an hour +the news began to spread like wild-fire that +the murderer had been arrested; five minutes +later the name of the murderer was on +everybody’s lips.</p> + +<p>“It was that of the murdered woman’s +niece, Miss Pamela Pebmarsh.</p> + +<p>“ ‘Oh, oh!’ I said to myself, ‘my instincts +have not deceived me: this case is indeed +going to be interesting.’</p> + +<p>“It was about two o’clock in the afternoon +when I at last managed to find my way +to the little police station, where the inquest +was to be held. There was scarcely standing +room, I can tell you, and I had some difficulty +in getting a front place from which I could +see the principal actors in this village drama.</p> + +<p>“Pamela Pebmarsh was there in the custody +of two constables—she, a young girl +scarcely five-and-twenty, stood there accused +of having murdered, in a peculiarly brutal +way, an old lady of seventy, her relative +who had befriended her and given her a +home.”</p> + +<p>The man in the corner paused for a moment, +and from the capacious pocket of his +magnificent ulster he drew two or three small +photos, which he placed before me.</p> + +<p>“This is Miss Pamela Pebmarsh,” he said, +pointing to one of these; “tall and good-looking, +in spite of the shabby bit of mourning +with which she had contrived to deck herself. +Of course, this photo does not give you an +idea of what she looked like that day at +the inquest. Her face then was almost ashen +in colour; her large eyes were staring before +her with a look of horror and of fear; and +her hands were twitching incessantly, with +spasmodic and painful nervousness.</p> + +<p>“It was pretty clear that public feeling +went dead against her from the very first. +A murmur of disapproval greeted her +appearance, to which she seemed to reply with a +look of defiance. I could hear many +uncharitable remarks spoken all round me; +Boreham Wood found it evidently hard to +forgive Miss Pamela her good looks and her +unavowed past.</p> + +<p>“The medical evidence was brief and +simple. Miss Pebmarsh had been stabbed +in the back with some sharp instrument, +the blade of which had pierced the left lung. +She had evidently been sitting in the chair +in front of her writing-table when the +murderer had caught her unawares. Death had +ensued within the next few seconds.</p> + +<p>“The medical officer was very closely +questioned upon this point by the coroner; it +was evident that the latter had something +very serious in his mind, to which the doctor’s +replies would give confirmation.</p> + +<p>“ ‘In your opinion,’ he asked, ‘would it +have been possible for Miss Pebmarsh to +do anything after she was stabbed. Could +she have moved, for instance?’</p> + +<p>“ ‘Slightly, perhaps,’ replied the doctor; +‘but she did not attempt to rise from her +chair.’</p> + +<p>“ ‘No; but could she have tried to reach +the hand-bell, for instance, which was on the +table, or—the pen and ink—and written a +word or two?’</p> + +<p>“ ‘Well, yes,’ said the doctor thoughtfully; +‘she might have done that, if pen and +ink, or the hand-bell, were <em>very</em> close to her +hand. I doubt, though, if she could have +written anything very clearly, but still it is +impossible to say quite definitely—anyhow, +it could only have been a matter of a few +seconds.’</p> + +<p>“Delightfully vague, you see,” continued +the man in the corner, “as these learned +gentlemen’s evidence usually is.</p> + +<p>“Sergeant Evans then repeated the story +which Pamela Pebmarsh had originally told +him, and from which she had never departed +in any detail. She had gone to the theatre, +leaving her aunt all alone in the house; +she had arrived home at one o’clock by the +late Wednesday night train, and had gone +straight into the sitting-room, where she had +found her aunt dead before her writing-table.</p> + +<p>“That she travelled up to London in the +afternoon was easily proved; the +station-master and the porters had seen her go. +Unfortunately for her <i>alibi</i>, however, those +late ‘theatre’ trains on that line are always +very crowded; the night had been dark and +foggy, and no one at or near the station +could swear positively to having seen her +arrive home again by the train she named.</p> + +<p>“There was one thing more; although +the importance of it had been firmly +impressed upon Pamela Pebmarsh, she absolutely +refused to name the friends with whom +she had been to the theatre that night, and +who, presumably, might have helped her to +prove at what hour she left London for +home.</p> + +<p>“Whilst all this was going on, I was +watching Pamela’s face intently. That the +girl was frightened—nay more, terrified—there +could be no doubt; the twitching of +her hands, her eyes dilated with terror, spoke +of some awful secret which she dare not +reveal, but which she felt was being gradually +brought to light. Was that secret the secret +of a crime—a crime so horrible, so gruesome, +that surely so young a girl would be incapable +of committing?</p> + +<p>“So far, however, what struck every one +mostly during this inquest was the seeming +purposelessness of this cruel murder. The +old lady, as far as could be ascertained, had +no money to leave, so why should Pamela +Pebmarsh have deliberately murdered the +aunt who provided her, at any rate, with +the comforts of a home? But the police, +assisted by one of the most able detectives +on the staff, had not effected so sensational +an arrest without due cause; they had a +formidable array of witnesses to prove their +case up to the hilt. One of these was Jemima +Gadd, the late Miss Pebmarsh’s servant.</p> + +<p>“She came forward attired in deep black, +and wearing a monumental crape bonnet +crowned with a quantity of glistening black +beads. With her face the colour of yellow +wax, and her thin lips pinched tightly together, +she stood as the very personification of +puritanism and uncharitableness.</p> + +<p>“She did not look once towards Pamela, +who gazed at her like some wretched bird +caught in a net, which sees the meshes +tightening round it more and more.</p> + +<p>“Replying to the coroner, Jemima Gadd +explained that on the Wednesday morning +she had had a letter from her sister at Luton, +asking her to come over and see her some day.</p> + +<p>“ ‘As there was plenty of cold meat in the +’ouse,’ she said, ‘I asked the mistress if she +could spare me until the next day, and she +said yes, she could. Miss Pamela and she +could manage quite well.’</p> + +<p>“ ‘She said nothing about her niece going +out, too, on the same day?’ asked the +coroner.</p> + +<p>“ ‘No,’ replied Jemima acidly, ‘she did +not. And later on, at breakfast, Miss +Pebmarsh said to Miss Pamela before me: +“Pamela,” she says, “Jemima is going to +Luton, and won’t be back until to-morrow. +You and I will be alone in the ’ouse until +then.” ’</p> + +<p>“ ‘And what did the accused say?’</p> + +<p>“ ‘She says, “All right, aunt.” ’</p> + +<p>“ ‘Nothing more?’</p> + +<p>“ ‘No, nothing more.’</p> + +<p>“ ‘There was no question, then, of the +accused going out also, and leaving Miss +Pebmarsh all alone in the house?’</p> + +<p>“ ‘None at all,’ said Jemima emphatically. +‘If there ’ad been I’d ’ave ’eard of it. I +needn’t ’ave gone that day. Any day would +’ave done for me.’</p> + +<p>“She closed her thin lips with a snap, +and darted a vicious look at Pamela. There +was obviously some old animosity lurking +beneath that gigantic crape monument on +the top of Jemima’s wax-coloured head.</p> + +<p>“ ‘You know nothing, then, about any +disagreement between the deceased and the +accused on the subject of her going to the +theatre that day?’ asked the coroner, after +a while.</p> + +<p>“ ‘No, not about <em>that</em>,’ said Jemima curtly, +‘but there was plenty of disagreements +between those two, I can tell you.’</p> + +<p>“ ‘Ah! what about?’</p> + +<p>“ ‘Money, mostly. Miss Pamela was over-fond +of fine clothes, but Miss Pebmarsh, +who was giving ’er a ’ome and daily bread, +’adn’t much money to spare for fallalery. +Miss Pebmarsh ’ad a small pension from a +lady of the haristocracy, but it wasn’t +much—a pound a week it was. Miss Pebmarsh +might ’ave ’ad a lot more if she’d wanted to.’</p> + +<p>“ ‘Oh?’ queried the coroner, ‘how was +that?’</p> + +<p>“ ‘Well, you see, that fine lady ’ad not +always been as good as she ought to be. +She’d been Miss Pamela’s friend when they +were both on the stage together, and pretty +goings on, I can tell you, those two were +up to, and——’</p> + +<p>“ ‘That’ll do,’ interrupted the coroner +sternly. ‘Confine yourself, please, to telling +the jury about the pension Miss Pebmarsh +had from a lady.’</p> + +<p>“ ‘I was speaking about that,’ said +Jemima, with another snap of her thin lips. +‘Miss Pebmarsh knew a thing or two about +this fine lady, and she had some letters which +she often told me that fine lady would not +care for her ’usband or her fine friends to +read. Miss Pamela got to know about these +letters, and she worried her poor aunt to +death, for she wanted to get those letters +and sell them to the fine lady for ’undreds +of pounds. I ’ave ’eard ’er ask for those +letters times and again, but Miss Pebmarsh +wouldn’t give them to ’er, and they were +locked up in the writing-table drawer, and +Miss Pamela wanted those letters, for she +wanted to get ’undreds of pounds from the +fine lady, and my poor mistress was murdered +for those letters—and she was murdered by +that wicked girl ’oo eat her bread and ’oo +would ’ave starved but for ’er. And so I +tell you, and I don’t care ’oo ’ears me say it.’</p> + +<p>“No one had attempted to interrupt +Jemima Gadd as she delivered herself of +this extraordinary tale, which so suddenly +threw an unexpected and lurid light upon +the mystery of poor Miss Pebmarsh’s death.</p> + +<p>“That the tale was a true one, no one +doubted for a single instant. One look at +the face of the accused was sufficient to +prove it beyond question. Pamela Pebmarsh +had become absolutely livid; she tottered +almost as if she would fall, and the constable +had to support her until a chair was brought +forward for her.</p> + +<p>“As for Jemima Gadd, she remained +absolutely impassive. Having given her +evidence, she stepped aside automatically +like a yellow waxen image, which had been +wound up and had now run down. There +was silence for a while. Pamela Pebmarsh, +more dead than alive, was sipping a glass +of brandy and water, which alone prevented +her from falling in a dead faint.</p> + +<p>“Detective Inspector Robinson now +stepped forward. All the spectators there +could read on his face the consciousness that +his evidence would be of the most supreme +import.</p> + +<p>“ ‘I was telegraphed for from the Yard,’ +he said, in reply to the coroner, ‘and came +down here by the first train on the Thursday +morning. Beyond the short medical +examination the body had not been touched; as +the constables know, we don’t like things +interfered with in cases of this kind. When +I went up to look at deceased, the first thing +I saw was a piece of paper just under her +right hand. Sergeant Evans had seen it +before, and pointed it out to me. Deceased +had a pen in her hand, and the ink-bottle +was close by. This is the paper I found, sir.’</p> + +<p>“And amidst a deadly silence, during +which nothing could be heard but the +scarcely-perceptible rustle of the paper, the inspector +handed a small note across to the coroner. +The latter glanced at it for a moment, and his +face became very grave and solemn as he +turned towards the jury.</p> + +<p>“ ‘Gentlemen of the jury,’ he said, ‘these +are the contents of the paper which the +inspector found under the hand of the +deceased.’</p> + +<p>“He paused once more before he began to +read, whilst we all in that crowded court held +our breath to listen:</p> + +<p>“ ‘<em>I am dying. My murderess is my niece, +Pam</em>——’</p> + +<p>“ ‘That is all, gentlemen,’ added the +coroner, as he folded up the note. ‘Death +overtook the unfortunate woman in the +very act of writing down the name of her +murderess.’</p> + +<p>“Then there was a wild and agonised +shriek of horror. Pamela Pebmarsh, with +hair dishevelled and eyes in which the light +of madness had begun to gleam, threw up +her hands, and without a groan, fell down +senseless upon the floor.”</p> + +</div> + +<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter" id="ch05-3"> + +<h3>Chapter III</h3> + +<p>“Yes,” said the man in the corner with a +chuckle, “there was enough evidence there +to hang twenty people, let alone that one +fool of a girl who had run her neck so madly +into a noose. I don’t suppose that any one +left the court that day with the slightest +doubt in their minds as to what the verdict +would be; for the coroner had adjourned +the inquest, much to the annoyance of the +jury, who had fully made up their minds +and had their verdict pat on the tips of their +tongues: ‘Wilful murder against Pamela +Pebmarsh.’</p> + +<p>“But this was a case which to the last +kept up its reputation for surprises. By +the next morning rumour had got about +that ‘the lady of the aristocracy’ referred +to by Jemima Gadd, and who was supposed +to have paid a regular pension to Miss +Pebmarsh, was none other than Lady de Chavasse.</p> + +<p>“When the name was first mentioned +every one—especially the fair sex—shrugged +their shoulders, and said: ‘Of course what +else <em>could</em> one expect?’</p> + +<p>“As a matter of fact, Lady de Chavasse, +<i>née</i> Birdie Fay, was one of the most fashionable +women in society; she was at the head of a +dozen benevolent institutions, was a generous +patron of hospitals, and her house was one +of the most exclusive houses in London. +True, she had been on the stage in her younger +days, and when Sir Percival de Chavasse +married her, his own relations looked +somewhat askance at the showy, handsome girl +who had so daringly entered the ancient +country family.</p> + +<p>“Sir Percival himself was an extraordinarily +proud man—proud of his lineage, of his +social status, of the honour of his name. +His very pride had forced his relations, had +forced society to accept his beautiful young +wife, and to Lady de Chavasse’s credit be +it said, not one breath of scandal as to her +past life had ever become public gossip. No +one could assert that they <em>knew</em> anything +derogatory to Birdie Fay before she became +the proud baronet’s wife. As a matter of +fact, all society asserted that Sir Percival +would never have married her and introduced +her to his own family circle if there had been +any gossip about her.</p> + +<p>“Now suddenly the name of Lady de +Chavasse was on everybody’s tongue. People +at first spoke it under their breath, for every +one felt great sympathy with her. She was +so rich, and entertained so lavishly. She +was very charming, too; most fascinating +in her ways; deferential to her austere +mother-in-law; not a little afraid of her +proud husband; very careful lest by word +or look she betrayed her early connection +with the stage before him.</p> + +<p>“On the following day, however, we had +further surprises in store for us. Pamela +Pebmarsh, advised by a shrewd and clear-headed +solicitor, had at last made up her +mind to view her danger a little more coolly, +and to speak rather more of the truth than +she had done hitherto.</p> + +<p>“Still looking very haggard, but perhaps a +little less scared, she now made a statement +which, when it was fully substantiated, as +she stated it could be, would go far towards +clearing her of the terrible imputation against +her. Her story was this: On the memorable +day in question, she did go up to town, +intending to go to the theatre. At the +station she purchased an evening paper, +which she began to read. This paper in its +fashionable columns contained an announcement +which arrested her attention; this +was that Sir Percival and Lady de Chavasse +had returned to their flat in town at 51, +Marsden Mansions, Belgravia, from ‘The +Chase,’ Melton Mowbray.</p> + +<p>“ ‘De Chavasse,’ continued Pamela, ‘was +the name of the lady who paid my aunt the +small pension on which she lived. I knew +her years ago, when she was on the stage, and +I suddenly thought I would like to go and +see her, just to have a chat over old times. +Instead of going to the theatre I went and +had some dinner at Slater’s, in Piccadilly, +and then I thought I would take my chance, +and go and see if Lady de Chavasse was at +home. I got to 51, Marsden Mansions, about +eight o’clock, and was fortunate enough to +see Lady de Chavasse at once. She kept +me talking some considerable time; so much, +in fact, that I missed the 11 from St. Pancras. +I only left Marsden Mansions at a quarter to +eleven, and had to wait at St. Pancras until +twenty minutes past midnight.’</p> + +<p>“This was all reasonable and clear enough, +and as her legal adviser had subpœnaed +Lady de Chavasse as a witness, Pamela +Pebmarsh seemed to have found an excellent +way out of her terrible difficulties, the only +question being whether Lady de Chavasse’s +testimony alone would, in view of her being +Pamela’s friend, be sufficient to weigh against +the terrible overwhelming evidence of Miss +Pebmarsh’s dying accusation.</p> + +<p>“But Lady de Chavasse settled this doubtful +point in the way least expected by any +one. Exquisitely dressed, golden-haired, and +brilliant complexioned, she looked strangely +out of place in this fusty little village court, +amidst the local dames in their plain gowns +and antiquated bonnets. She was, moreover, +extremely self-possessed, and only cast a +short, very haughty, look at the unfortunate +girl whose life probably hung upon that +fashionable woman’s word.</p> + +<p>“ ‘Yes,’ she said sweetly, in reply to the +coroner, ‘she was the wife of Sir Percival de +Chavasse, and resided at 51, Marsden +Mansions, Belgravia.’</p> + +<p>“ ‘The accused, I understand, has been +known to you for some time?’ continued +the coroner.</p> + +<p>“ ‘Pardon me,’ rejoined Lady de Chavasse, +speaking in a beautiful modulated voice, +‘I did know this young—hem—person, years +ago, when I was on the stage, but, of course, +I had not seen her for years.’</p> + +<p>“ ‘She called on you on Wednesday last +at about nine o’clock?’</p> + +<p>“ ‘Yes, she did, for the purpose of levying +blackmail upon me.’</p> + +<p>“There was no mistaking the look of +profound aversion and contempt which the +fashionable lady now threw upon the poor +girl before her.</p> + +<p>“ ‘She had some preposterous story about +some letters which she alleged would be +compromising to my reputation,’ continued Lady +de Chavasse quietly. ‘These she had the +kindness to offer me for sale for a hundred +pounds. At first her impudence staggered +me, as, of course, I had no knowledge of any +such letters. She threatened to take them +to my husband, however, and I then—rather +foolishly, perhaps—suggested that she should +bring them to me first. I forget how the +conversation went on, but she left me with +the understanding that she would get the +letters from her aunt, Miss Pebmarsh, who, +by the way, had been my governess when +I was a child, and to whom I paid a small +pension in consideration of her having been +left absolutely without means.’</p> + +<p>“And Lady de Chavasse, conscious of her own +disinterested benevolence, pressed a +highly-scented bit of cambric to her delicate nose.</p> + +<p>“ ‘Then the accused did spend the evening +with you on that Wednesday?’ asked the +coroner, while a great sigh of relief seemed to +come from poor Pamela’s breast.</p> + +<p>“ ‘Pardon me,’ said Lady de Chavasse, +‘she spent a little time with me. She came +about nine o’clock.’</p> + +<p>“ ‘Yes. And when did she leave?’</p> + +<p>“ ‘I really couldn’t tell you—about ten +o’clock, I think.’</p> + +<p>“ ‘You are not sure?’ persisted the +coroner. ‘Think, Lady de Chavasse,’ he +added earnestly, ‘try to think—the life of a +fellow-creature may, perhaps, depend upon +your memory.’</p> + +<p>“ ‘I am indeed sorry,’ she replied in the +same musical voice. ‘I could not swear +without being positive, could I? And I +am not quite positive.’</p> + +<p>“ ‘But your servants?’</p> + +<p>“ ‘They were at the back of the +flat—the girl let herself out.’</p> + +<p>“ ‘But your husband?’</p> + +<p>“ ‘Oh! when he saw me engaged with the +girl, he went out to his club, and was not yet +home when she left.’</p> + +<p>“ ‘Birdie! Birdie! won’t you try and +remember?’ here came in an agonised cry +from the unfortunate girl, who thus saw +her last hope vanish before her eyes.</p> + +<p>“But Lady de Chavasse only lifted a little +higher a pair of very prettily-arched +eyebrows, and having finished her evidence she +stepped on one side and presently left the +court, leaving behind her a faint aroma of +violet sachet powder, and taking away with +her, perhaps, the last hope of an innocent +fellow-creature.”</p> + +</div> + +<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter" id="ch05-4"> + +<h3>Chapter IV</h3> + +<p>“But Pamela Pebmarsh?” I asked after a +while, for he had paused and was gazing +attentively at the photograph of a very +beautiful and exquisitely-gowned woman.</p> + +<p>“Ah, yes, Pamela Pebmarsh,” he said +with a smile. “There was yet another act +in that palpitating drama of her life—one +act—the <i>dénouement</i> as unexpected as it was +thrilling. Salvation came where it was least +expected—from Jemima Gadd, who seemed +to have made up her mind that Pamela had +killed her aunt, and yet who was the first to +prove her innocence.</p> + +<p>“She had been shown the few words which +the murdered woman was alleged to have +written after she had been stabbed. Jemima, +not a very good scholar, found it difficult to +decipher the words herself.</p> + +<p>“ ‘Ah, well, poor dear,’ she said after a +while, with a deep sigh, ‘ ’er ’andwriting was +always peculiar, seein’ as ’ow she wrote +always with ’er left ’and.’</p> + +<p>“ ‘<em>Her left hand!!!</em>’ gasped the coroner, +while public and jury alike, hardly liking +to credit their ears, hung upon the woman’s +thin lips, amazed, aghast, puzzled.</p> + +<p>“ ‘Why, yes!’ said Jemima placidly. +‘Didn’t you know she ’ad a bad accident to +’er right ’and when she was a child, and +never could ’old anything in it? ’Er fingers +were like paralysed; the ink-pot was always +on the left of ’er writing-table. Oh! she +couldn’t write with ’er right ’and at all.’</p> + +<p>“Then a strange revulsion of feeling came +over every one there.</p> + +<p>“Stabbed in the back, with her lung +pierced through and through, how could she +have done, dying, what she never did in life?</p> + +<p>“Impossible!</p> + +<p>“The murderer, whoever it was, had +placed pen and paper to her hand, and had +written on it the cruel words which were +intended to delude justice and to send an +innocent fellow-creature—a young girl not +five-and-twenty—to an unjust and +ignominious death. But, fortunately for that +innocent girl, the cowardly miscreant had +ignored the fact that Miss Pebmarsh’s right +hand had been paralysed for years.</p> + +<p>“The inquest was adjourned for a week,” +continued the man in the corner, “which +enabled Pamela’s solicitor to obtain further +evidence of her innocence. Fortunately for +her he was enabled to find two witnesses who +had seen her in an omnibus going towards St. +Pancras at about 11.15 p.m., and a passenger +on the 12.25 train, who had travelled down +with her as far as Hendon. Thus, when the +inquest was resumed, Pamela Pebmarsh left the +court without a stain upon her character.</p> + +<p>“But the murder of Miss Pebmarsh has +remained a mystery to this day—as has +also the secret history of the compromising +letters. Did they exist or not? is a question +the interested spectators at that memorable +inquest have often asked themselves. Certain +it is that failing Pamela Pebmarsh, who +might have wanted them for purpose of +blackmail, no one else could be interested in +them except Lady de Chavasse.”</p> + +<p>“Lady de Chavasse!” I ejaculated in +surprise. “Surely you are not going to +pretend that that elegant lady went down +to Boreham Wood in the middle of the +night in order to murder Miss Pebmarsh, +and then to lay the crime at another woman’s +door?”</p> + +<p>“I only pretend what’s logic,” replied the +man in the corner, with inimitable conceit; +“and in Pamela Pebmarsh’s own statement, +she was with Lady de Chavasse at 51, Marsden +Mansions, until eleven o’clock, and there is +no train from St. Pancras to Boreham Wood +between eleven and twenty-five minutes past +midnight. Pamela’s <i>alibi</i> becomes that of +Lady de Chavasse, and is quite conclusive. +Besides, that elegant lady was not one to do +that sort of work for herself.”</p> + +<p>“What do you mean?” I asked.</p> + +<p>“Do you mean to say you never thought +of the real solution of this mystery?” he +retorted sarcastically.</p> + +<p>“I confess——” I began a little irritably.</p> + +<p>“Confess that I have not yet taught you +to think logically, and to look at the beginning +of things.”</p> + +<p>“What do you call the beginning of this +case, then?”</p> + +<p>“Why! the compromising letters, of +course.”</p> + +<p>“But——” I argued.</p> + +<p>“Wait a minute!” he shrieked excitedly, +whilst with frantic haste he began fidgeting, +fidgeting again at that eternal bit of string. +“These did exist, otherwise why did Lady +de Chavasse parley with Pamela Pebmarsh? +Why did she not order her out of the house +then and there, if she had nothing to fear +from her?”</p> + +<p>“I admit that,” I said.</p> + +<p>“Very well; then, as she was too fine, too +delicate to commit the villainous murder of +which she afterwards accused poor Miss +Pamela, who was there sufficiently interested +in those letters to try and gain possession of +them for her?”</p> + +<p>“Who, indeed?” I queried, still puzzled, +still not understanding.</p> + +<p>“Ay! who but her husband,” shrieked +the funny creature, as with a sharp snap he +broke his beloved string in two.</p> + +<p>“Her husband!” I gasped.</p> + +<p>“Why not? He had plenty of time, +plenty of pluck. In a flat it is easy enough +to overhear conversations that take place in +the next room—he was in the house at the +time, remember, for Lady de Chavasse said +herself that he went out afterwards. No +doubt he overheard everything—the +compromising letters, and Pamela’s attempt at +levying blackmail. What the effect of such +a discovery must have been upon the proud +man I leave you to imagine—his wife’s social +position ruined, a stain upon his ancient +name, his relations pointing the finger of +scorn at his folly.</p> + +<p>“Can’t you picture him, hearing the two +women’s talk in the next room, and then +resolving at all costs to possess himself of +those compromising letters? He had just +time to catch the 10 train to Boreham Wood.</p> + +<p>“Mind you, I don’t suppose that he went +down there with any evil intent. Most likely +he only meant to buy those letters from +Miss Pebmarsh. What happened, however, +nobody can say but the murderer himself.</p> + +<p>“Who knows? But the deed done, +imagine the horror of a refined aristocratic +man, face to face with such a crime as that.</p> + +<p>“Was it this terror, or merely rage at the +girl who had been the original cause of all +this, that prompted him to commit the final +villany of writing out a false accusation and +placing it under the dead woman’s hand? +Who can tell?</p> + +<p>“Then, the deed done, and the <i>mise-en-scène</i> +complete, he is able to catch the last +train—11.23—back to town. A man travelling +alone would pass practically unperceived.</p> + +<p>“Pamela’s innocence was proved, and the +murder of Miss Pebmarsh has remained a +mystery, but if you will reflect on my +conclusions, you will admit that no one +else—<em>no one else</em>—could have committed that +murder, for no one else had a greater interest +in the destruction of those letters.”</p> + +</div> + +<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter" id="ch06-1"> + +<h2>VI. <br> The Lisson Grove Mystery</h2> + +<h3>Chapter I</h3> + +<p>The man in the corner ordered another glass +of milk, and timidly asked for a second +cheese-cake at the same time.</p> + +<p>“I am going down to Marylebone Police +Court, to see those people brought up before +the ‘Beak,’ ” he remarked.</p> + +<p>“What people?” I queried.</p> + +<p>“What people!” he exclaimed, in the +greatest excitement. “You don’t mean to +say that you have not studied the Lisson +Grove Mystery?”</p> + +<p>I had to confess that my knowledge on that +subject was of the most superficial character.</p> + +<p>“One of the most interesting cases that +has cropped up in recent years,” he said, +with an indescribable look of reproach.</p> + +<p>“Perhaps. I did not study it in the papers +because I preferred to hear <em>you</em> tell me all +about it,” I said.</p> + +<p>“Oh, if that’s it,” he replied, as he settled +himself down in his corner like a great bird +after the rain, “then you showed more +sense than lady journalists usually possess. +I can, of course, give you a far clearer +account than the newspapers have done; +as for the police—well! I never saw such +a muddle as they are making of this case.”</p> + +<p>“I daresay it is a peculiarly difficult one,” +I retorted, for I am ever a champion of that +hard-working department.</p> + +<p>“H’m!” he said, “so, so—it is a tragedy +in a prologue and three acts. I am going +down this afternoon to see the curtain fall +for the third time on what, if I mistake not, +will prove a good burlesque; but it all began +dramatically enough. It was last Saturday, +21st November, that two boys, playing in the +little spinney just outside Wembley Park +Station, came across three large parcels done +up in American cloth.</p> + +<p>“With the curiosity natural to their age, +they at once proceeded to undo these parcels, +and what they found so upset the little +beggars that they ran howling through the +spinney and the polo ground, straight as a +dart to Wembley Park Station. Half frantic +with excitement, they told their tale to one +of the porters off duty, who walked back to +the spinney with them. The three parcels, +in point of fact, contained the remains of a +dismembered human body. The porter sent +one of the boys for the local police, and the +remains were duly conveyed to the mortuary, +where they were kept for identification.</p> + +<p>“Three days later—that is to say, on +Tuesday, 24th November—Miss Amelia Dyke, +residing at Lisson Grove Crescent, returned +from Edinburgh, where she had spent three +or four days with a friend. She drove up +from St. Pancras in a cab, and carried her +small box up herself to the door of the flat, +at which she knocked loudly and repeatedly—so +loudly and so persistently, in fact, that +the inhabitants of the neighbouring flats +came out on to their respective landings to +see what the noise was about.</p> + +<p>“Miss Amelia Dyke was getting anxious. +Her father, she said, must be seriously ill, or +else why did he not come and open the door +to her. Her anxiety, however, reached its +culminating point when Mr. and Mrs. Pitt, +who reside in the flat immediately beneath +that occupied by the Dykes, came forward +with the alarming statement that, as a matter +of fact, they had themselves been wondering +if anything were wrong with old Mr. Dyke, +as they had not heard any sound overhead +for the last few days.</p> + +<p>“Miss Amelia, now absolutely terrified, +begged one of the neighbours to fetch either +the police or a locksmith, or both. Mr. Pitt +ran out at once, both police and locksmith +were brought upon the scene, the door was +forcibly opened, and amidst indescribable +excitement Constable Turner, followed by +Miss Dyke, who was faint and trembling with +apprehension, effected an entrance into the +flat.</p> + +<p>“Everything in it was tidy and neat to a +degree, all the fires were laid, the beds made, +the floors were clean and washed, the brasses +polished, only a slight, very slight layer of +dust lay over everything, dust that could +not have accumulated for more than a few +days. The flat consisted of four rooms and +a bathroom; in not one of them was there +the faintest trace of old Mr. Dyke.</p> + +<p>“In order to fully comprehend the +consternation which all the neighbours felt at +this discovery,” continued the man in the +corner, “you must understand that old Mr. +Dyke was a helpless cripple; he had been a +mining engineer in his young days, and a +terrible blasting accident deprived him, at +the age of forty, of both legs. They had +been amputated just above the knee, and the +unfortunate man—then a widower with one +little girl—had spent the remainder of his +life on crutches. He had a small—a very +small pension, which, as soon as his daughter +Amelia was grown up, had enabled him to +live in comparative comfort in the small flat +in Lisson Grove Crescent.</p> + +<p>“His misfortune, however, had left him +terribly sensitive; he never could bear the +looks of compassion thrown upon him, +whenever he ventured out on his crutches, and +even the kindliest sympathy was positive +torture to him. Gradually, therefore, as he +got on in life, he took to staying more and +more at home, and after a while gave up +going out altogether. By the time he was +sixty-five years old and Miss Amelia a fine +young woman of seven-and-twenty, old Dyke +had not been outside the door of his flat for +at least five years.</p> + +<p>“And yet, when Constable Turner, aided +by the locksmith, entered the flat on that +memorable 24th November, there was not a +trace anywhere of the old man.</p> + +<p>“Miss Amelia was in the last stages of +despair, and at first she seemed far too upset +and hysterical to give the police any +coherent and definite information. At last, +however, from amid the chaos of tears and +of ejaculations, Constable Turner gathered +the following facts:</p> + +<p>“Miss Amelia had some great friends in +Edinburgh, whom she had long wished to +visit, her father’s crippled condition making +this extremely difficult. A fortnight ago +however, in response to a very urgent invitation, +she at last decided to accept it, but in +order to leave her father altogether comfortable, +she advertised in the local paper for +a respectable woman who would come to the +flat every day and see to all the work, cook +his dinner, make the bed, and so on.</p> + +<p>“She had several applications in reply to +this advertisement, and ultimately selected a +very worthy-looking elderly person, who, for +seven shillings a week, undertook to come +daily from seven in the morning until about +six in the afternoon, to see to all Mr. Dyke’s +comforts.</p> + +<p>“Miss Amelia was very favourably impressed +with this person’s respectable and +motherly appearance, and she left for +Edinburgh by the 5.15 a.m. train on the morning +of Thursday, 19th November, feeling confident +that her father would be well looked after. +She certainly had not heard from the old man +while she was away, but she had not expected +to hear unless, indeed, something had been +wrong.</p> + +<p>“Miss Amelia was quite sure that something +dreadful had happened to her father, +as he could not possibly have walked downstairs +and out of the house alone; certainly +his crutches were nowhere to be found, but +this only helped to deepen the mystery of the +old man’s disappearance.</p> + +<p>“The constable, having got thus far with +his notes, thought it best to refer the whole +matter at this stage to higher authority. +He got from Miss Amelia the name and +address of the charwoman, and then went +back to the station.</p> + +<p>“There, the very first news that greeted +him was that the medical officer of the +district had just sent round to the various +police stations his report on the human +remains found in Wembley Park the previous +Saturday. They had proved to be the +dismembered body of an old man between sixty +and seventy years of age, the immediate +cause of whose death had undoubtedly been +a violent blow on the back of the head with +a heavy instrument, which had shattered +the cranium. Expert examination further +revealed the fact that deceased had had in +early life both legs removed by a surgical +operation just above the knee.</p> + +<p>“That was the end of the prologue in the +Lisson Grove tragedy,” continued the man +in the corner, after a slight and dramatic +pause, “as far as the public was concerned. +When the curtain was subsequently raised +upon the first act, the situation had been +considerably changed.</p> + +<p>“The remains had been positively identified +as those of old Mr. Dyke, and a charge of +wilful murder had been brought against +Alfred Wyatt, of no occupation, residing in +Warlock Road, Lisson Grove, and against +Amelia Dyke for complicity in the crime. +They are the two people whom I am going to +see this afternoon brought before the Beak +at the Marylebone Police Court.”</p> + +</div> + +<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter" id="ch06-2"> + +<h3>Chapter II</h3> + +<p>“Two very important bits of evidence, I +must tell you, had come to light, on the first +day of the inquest, and had decided the +police to make this double arrest.</p> + +<p>“In the first place, according to one or +two of the neighbours, who happened to +know something of the Dyke household, +Miss Amelia had kept company for some time +with a young man named Alfred Wyatt; he +was an electrical engineer, resided in the +neighbourhood, and was some years younger +than Miss Dyke. As he was known not to +be very steady, it was generally supposed +that the old man did not altogether approve +of his daughter’s engagement.</p> + +<p>“Mrs. Pitt, residing in the flat immediately +below the one occupied by the Dykes, had +stated, moreover, that on Wednesday the 18th, +at about midday, she heard very loud and +angry voices proceeding from above; Miss +Amelia’s shrill tones being specially audible. +Shortly afterwards she saw Wyatt go out of +the house; but the quarrel continued for +some little time without him, for the +neighbours could still hear Miss Amelia’s +high-pitched voice, speaking very excitedly and +volubly.</p> + +<p>“ ‘An hour later,’ further explained Mrs. +Pitt, ‘I met Miss Dyke on the stairs; she +seemed very flushed and looked as if she +had been crying. I suppose she saw that I +noticed this, for she stopped and said to me:</p> + +<p>“ ‘ “All this fuss, you know, Mrs. Pitt, +because Alfred asked me to go for a drive +with him this afternoon, but I am going all +the same.”</p> + +<p>“ ‘Later in the afternoon—it must have +been quite half-past four, for it was getting +dark—young Wyatt drove up in a motor-car, +and presently I heard Miss Dyke’s voice on +the stairs saying very pleasantly and cheerfully: +“All right, daddy, we shan’t be long.” +Then Mr. Dyke must have said something, +which I didn’t hear, for she added. “Oh, +that’s all right; I am well wrapped up, and +we have plenty of rugs.” ’</p> + +<p>“Mrs. Pitt then went to her window and +saw Wyatt and Amelia Dyke start off in a +motor. She concluded that the old man had +been mollified, for both Amelia and Wyatt +waved their hands affectionately up towards +the window. They returned from their drive +about six o’clock; Wyatt saw Amelia to +the door, and then went off again. The +next day Miss Dyke went to Scotland.</p> + +<p>“As you see,” continued the man in the +corner, “Alfred Wyatt had become a very +important personality in this case; he was +Amelia’s sweetheart, and it was strange—to +say the least of it—that she had never as yet +even mentioned his name. Therefore, when +she was recalled in order to give further +evidence, you may be sure that she was +pretty sharply questioned on the subject +of Alfred Wyatt.</p> + +<p>“In her evidence before the coroner, she +adhered fairly closely to her original +statement:</p> + +<p>“ ‘I did not mention Mr. Wyatt’s name,’ +she explained, ‘because I did not think it +was of any importance; if he knew anything +about my dead father’s mysterious fate he +would have come forward at once, of course, +and helped me to find out who the cowardly +murderer was who could attack a poor, +crippled old man. Mr. Wyatt was devoted +to my father, and it is perfectly ridiculous +to say that daddy objected to my engagement; +on the contrary, he gave us his full +consent, and we were going to be married +directly after the New Year, and continue +to live with father in the flat.’</p> + +<p>“ ‘But,’ questioned the coroner, who had +not by any means departed from his severity, +‘what about this quarrel which the last +witness overheard on the subject of your +going out driving with Mr. Wyatt?’</p> + +<p>“ ‘Oh, that was nothing,’ replied Miss Dyke +very quietly. ‘Daddy only objected because +he thought that it was rather too late +to start at four o’clock, and that I should be +cold. When he saw that we had plenty of +rugs he was quite pleased for me to go.’</p> + +<p>“ ‘Isn’t it rather astonishing, then,’ asked +the coroner, ‘seeing that Mr. Wyatt was on +such good terms with your father, that he +did not go to see him while you were +away?’</p> + +<p>“ ‘Not at all,’ she replied unconcernedly; +‘Alfred went down to Edinburgh on the +Thursday evening. He couldn’t travel with +me in the morning, for he had some business +to see to in town that day; but he joined +me at my friends’ house on the Friday +morning, having travelled all night.’</p> + +<p>“ ‘Ah!’ remarked the coroner drily, ‘then +he had not seen your father since you +left.’</p> + +<p>“ ‘Oh, yes,’ said Miss Amelia; ‘he called +round to see dad during the day, and found +him looking well and cheerful.’</p> + +<p>“Miss Amelia Dyke, as she gave this +evidence, seemed absolutely unconscious of +saying anything that might in any way +incriminate her lover. She is a handsome, +though somewhat coarse-looking woman, +nearer thirty, I should say, than she would +care to own. I was present at the inquest, +mind you, for that case had too many +mysteries about it from the first for it to have +eluded my observation, and I watched her +closely throughout. Her voice struck me +as fine and rich, with—in this instance, also—a +shade of coarseness in it; certainly, it was +very far from being high-pitched, as Mrs. +Pitt had described it.</p> + +<p>“When she had finished her evidence she +went back to her seat, looking neither flustered +nor uncomfortable, although many looks of +contempt and even of suspicion were darted +at her from every corner of the crowded +court.</p> + +<p>“Nor did she lose her composure in the +slightest degree when Mr. Parlett, clerk to +Messrs. Snow and Patterson, solicitors, of +Bedford Row, in his turn came forward and +gave evidence; only while the little man +spoke her full red lips curled and parted with +a look of complete contempt.</p> + +<p>“Mr. Parlett’s story was indeed a remarkable +one, inasmuch as it suddenly seemed to +tear asunder the veil of mystery which so +far had surrounded the murder of old Dyke +by supplying it with a motive—a strong +motive too: the eternal greed of gain.</p> + +<p>“In June last, namely, it appears that +Messrs. Snow and Patterson received intimation +from a firm of Melbourne solicitors that +a man of the name of Dyke had died there +recently, leaving a legacy of £4,000 to his +only brother James Arthur Dyke, a mining +engineer, who in 1890 was residing at Lisson +Grove Crescent. The Melbourne solicitors +in their communication asked for Messrs. +Snow and Patterson’s kind assistance in +helping them to find the legatee.</p> + +<p>“The search was easy enough, since James +Arthur Dyke, mining engineer, had never +ceased to reside at Lisson Grove Crescent. +Armed, therefore, with full instructions from +their Melbourne correspondent, Messrs. Snow +and Patterson communicated with Dyke, +and after a little preliminary correspondence, +the sum of £4,000 in Bank of Australia notes +and various securities were handed over by +Mr. Parlett to the old cripple.</p> + +<p>“The money and securities were—so Mr. +Parlett understood—subsequently deposited +by Mr. Dyke at the Portland Road Branch +of the London and South Western Bank; as +the old man apparently died intestate, the +whole of the £4,000 would naturally devolve +upon his only daughter and natural legatee.</p> + +<p>“Mind you, all through the proceedings the +public had instinctively felt that money was +somewhere at the bottom of this gruesome +and mysterious crime. There is not much +object in murdering an old cripple except for +purposes of gain, but now Mr. Parlett’s +evidence had indeed furnished a damning +motive for the appalling murder.</p> + +<p>“What more likely than that Alfred Wyatt, +wanting to finger that £4,000, had done +away with the old man? And if Amelia +Dyke did not turn away from him in horror, +after such a cowardly crime, then she must +have known of it and had perhaps connived +in it.</p> + +<p>“As for Nicholson, the charwoman, her +evidence had certainly done more to puzzle +everybody all round than any other detail +in this strange and mysterious crime.</p> + +<p>“She deposed that on Friday, 13th +November, in answer to an advertisement in +the <i>Marylebone Star</i>, she had called on Miss +Dyke at Lisson Grove, when it was arranged +that she should do a week’s work at the +flat, beginning Thursday, the 19th, from +seven in the morning until six in the +afternoon. She was to keep the place clean, get +Mr. Dyke—who, she understood was an +invalid—all his meals, and make herself +generally useful to him.</p> + +<p>“Accordingly, Nicholson turned up on +the Thursday morning. She let herself into +the flat, as Miss Dyke had entrusted the +latch-key to her, and went on with the work. +Mr. Dyke was in bed, and she got him all +his meals that day. She thought she was +giving him satisfaction, and was very +astonished when, at six o’clock, having cleared +away his tea, he told her that he would not +require her again. He gave her no explanation, +asked her for the latch-key, and gave +her her full week’s money—seven shillings +in full. Nicholson then put on her bonnet, +and went away.</p> + +<p>“Now,” continued the man in the corner, +leaning excitedly forward, and marking each +sentence he uttered with an exquisitely +complicated knot in his bit of string, “an +hour later, another neighbour, Mrs. Marsh, +who lived on the same floor as the Dykes, on +starting to go out, met Alfred Wyatt on the +landing. He took off his hat to her, and +then knocked at the door of the Dykes’ flat.</p> + +<p>“When she came home at eight o’clock, +she again passed him on the stairs; he was +then going out. She stopped to ask him +how Mr. Dyke was, and Wyatt replied: +‘Oh, fairly well, but he misses his daughter, +you know.’</p> + +<p>“Mrs. Marsh, now closely questioned, said +that she thought Wyatt was carrying a large +parcel under his arm, but she could not +distinguish the shape of the parcel as the +angle of the stairs, where she met him, was +very dark. She stated, though, that he was +running down the stairs very fast.</p> + +<p>“It was on all that evidence that the +police felt justified in arresting Alfred Wyatt +for the murder of James Arthur Dyke, +and Amelia Dyke for connivance in the +crime. And now this very morning, those +two young people have been brought before +the magistrate, and at this moment +evidence—circumstantial, mind you, but positively +damning—is being heaped upon them by the +prosecution. The police did their work +quickly. The very evening after the first +day of the inquest, the warrant was out for +their arrest.”</p> + +<p>He looked at a huge silver watch which +he always carried in his waistcoat pocket.</p> + +<p>“I don’t want to miss the defence,” he +said, “for I know that it will be sensational. +But I did not want to hear the police and +medical evidence all over again. You’ll +excuse me, won’t you? I shall be back +here for five o’clock tea. I know you will be +glad to hear all about it.”</p> + +</div> + +<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter" id="ch06-3"> + +<h3>Chapter III</h3> + +<p>When I returned to the A.B.C shop for my +tea at five minutes past five, there he sat in +his accustomed corner, with a cup of tea before +him, another placed opposite to him, +presumably for me, and a long piece of string +between his bony fingers.</p> + +<p>“What will you have with your tea?” +he asked politely, the moment I was seated.</p> + +<p>“A roll and butter and the end of the +story,” I replied.</p> + +<p>“Oh, the story has no end,” he said with +a chuckle; “at least, not for the public. +As for me, why, I never met a more simple +‘mystery.’ Perhaps that is why the police +were so completely at sea.”</p> + +<p>“Well, and what happened?” I queried, +with some impatience.</p> + +<p>“Why, the usual thing,” he said, as he +once more began to fidget nervously with his +bit of string. “The prisoners had pleaded +not guilty, and the evidence for the +prosecution was gone into in full. Mr. Parlett +repeated his story of the £4,000 legacy, and +all the neighbours had some story or other to +tell about Alfred Wyatt, who, according to +them, was altogether a most undesirable +young man.</p> + +<p>“I heard the fag end of Mrs. Marsh’s +evidence. When I reached the court she was +repeating the story she had already told to +the police.</p> + +<p>“Some one else in the house had also +heard Wyatt running helter-skelter +downstairs at eight o’clock on the Thursday +evening; this was a point, though a small one, +in favour of the accused. A man cannot run +downstairs when he is carrying the whole +weight of a dead body, and the theory of the +prosecution was that Wyatt had murdered +old Dyke on that Thursday evening, got into +his motor-car somewhere, scorched down to +Wembley with the dismembered body of his +victim, deposited it in the spinney where it +was subsequently found, and finally had +driven back to town, stabled his motor car, +and reached King’s Cross in time for the +11.30 night express to Edinburgh. He would +have time for all that, remember, for he +would have three hours and a half to do it in.</p> + +<p>“Besides which the prosecution had +unearthed one more witness, who was able to +add another tiny link to the already damning +chain of evidence built up against the accused.</p> + +<p>“Wilfred Poad, namely, manager of a large +cycle and motor-car depôt in Euston Road, +stated that on Thursday afternoon, 19th +November, at about half-past six o’clock, +Alfred Wyatt, with whom he had had some +business dealings before, had hired a small +car from him, with the understanding that +he need not bring it back until after 11 p.m. +This was agreed to, Poad keeping the place +open until just before eleven, when Wyatt +drove up in the car, paid for the hire of it, +and then walked away from the shop in the +direction of the Great Northern terminus.</p> + +<p>“That was pretty strong against the male +prisoner, wasn’t it? For, mind you, Wyatt +had given no satisfactory account whatever +of his time between 8 p.m., when Mrs. Marsh +had met him going out of Lisson Grove +Crescent, and 11 p.m. when he brought back +the car to the Euston Road shop. ‘He had +been driving about aimlessly,’ so he said. +Now, one doesn’t go out motoring for hours +on a cold, drizzly night in November for no +purpose whatever.</p> + +<p>“As for the female prisoner, the charge +against her was merely one of complicity.</p> + +<p>“This closed the case for the prosecution,” +continued the funny creature, with one of +his inimitable chuckles, “leaving but one +tiny point obscure, and that was, the +murdered man’s strange conduct in dismissing +the woman Nicholson.</p> + +<p>“Yes, the case was strong enough, and +yet there stood both prisoners in the dock +with that sublime air of indifference and +contempt which only complete innocence or +hardened guilt could give.</p> + +<p>“Then when the prosecution had had their +say, Alfred Wyatt chose to enter the witness-box +and make a statement in his own defence. +Quietly, and as if he were making the most +casual observation, he said:</p> + +<p>“ ‘I am not guilty of the murder of Mr. +Dyke, and in proof of this I solemnly assert +that on Thursday, 19th November, the day +I am supposed to have committed the crime, +the old man was still alive at half-past ten +o’clock in the evening.’</p> + +<p>“He paused a moment, like a born actor, +watching the effect he had produced. I tell +you, it was astounding.</p> + +<p>“ ‘I have three separate and independent +witnesses here,’ continued Wyatt, with the +same deliberate calm, ‘who heard and saw +Mr. Dyke as late as half-past ten that night. +Now, I understand that the dismembered +body of the old man was found close to +Wembley Park. How could I, between half-past +ten and eleven o’clock, have killed Dyke, +cut him up, cleaned and put the flat all tidy, +carried the body to the car, driven on to +Wembley, hidden the corpse in the spinney, +and be back in Euston Road, all in the space +of half-an-hour? I am absolutely innocent +of this crime, and fortunately, it is easy for +me now to prove my innocence.’</p> + +<p>“Alfred Wyatt had made no idle boast. +Mrs. Marsh had seen him running downstairs +at 8 p.m. An hour after that, the Pitts in +the flat beneath heard the old man moving +about overhead.</p> + +<p>“ ‘Just as usual,’ observed Mrs. Pitt. +‘He always went to bed about nine, and we +could always hear him most distinctly.’</p> + +<p>“John Pitt, the husband, corroborated this +statement: the old man’s movements were +quite unmistakable because of his crutches.</p> + +<p>“Henry Ogden, on the other hand, who +lived in the house facing the block of flats, +saw the light in Dyke’s window that evening, +and the old man’s silhouette upon the blind +from time to time. The light was put out +at half-past ten. This statement again was +corroborated by Mrs. Ogden, who also had +noticed the silhouette and the light being +extinguished at half-past ten.</p> + +<p>“But this was not all; both Mr. and Mrs. +Ogden had seen old Dyke at his window, +sitting in his accustomed armchair, between +half-past eight and nine o’clock. He was +gesticulating, and apparently talking to some +one else in the room whom they could not +see.</p> + +<p>“Alfred Wyatt, therefore was quite right +when he said that he would have no difficulty +in proving his innocence. The man whom +he was supposed to have murdered was, +according to the testimony, alive at six +o’clock; according to Mr. and Mrs. Ogden +he was alive and sitting in his window until +nine; again, he was heard to move about +until ten o’clock by both the Pitts, and at +half-past ten only was the light put out in +his flat. Obviously, therefore, as his dead +body was found twelve miles away, Wyatt, +who was out of the Crescent at eight, and in +Euston Road at eleven, could not have done +the deed.</p> + +<p>“He was discharged, of course; the +magistrate adding a very severe remark on +the subject of ‘carelessly collected evidence.’ +As for Miss Amelia, she sailed out of the +court like a queen after her coronation, for +with Wyatt’s discharge the case against +her naturally collapsed. As for me, I walked +out too, with an elated feeling at the thought +that the intelligence of the British race had +not yet sunk so low as our friends on the +Continent would have us believe.”</p> + +</div> + +<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter" id="ch06-4"> + +<h3>Chapter IV</h3> + +<p>“But then, who murdered the old man?” I +asked, for I confess the matter was puzzling +me in an irritating kind of way.</p> + +<p>“Ah! who indeed?” he rejoined sarcastically, +while an artistic knot went to join its +fellows along that never-ending bit of string.</p> + +<p>“I wish you’d tell me what’s in your mind,” +I said, feeling peculiarly irritated with him +just at that moment.</p> + +<p>“What’s in my mind?” he replied, with +a shrug of his thin shoulders. “Oh, only +a certain degree of admiration!”</p> + +<p>“Admiration at what?”</p> + +<p>“At a pair of exceedingly clever criminals.”</p> + +<p>“Then you do think that Wyatt murdered +Dyke?”</p> + +<p>“I don’t think—I am sure.”</p> + +<p>“But when did they do it?”</p> + +<p>“Ah, that’s more to the point. Personally, +I should say between them on Wednesday +morning, 18th November.”</p> + +<p>“The day they went for that motor-car +ride?” I gasped.</p> + +<p>“And carried away the old man’s remains +beneath a multiplicity of rugs,” he added.</p> + +<p>“But he was <em>alive</em> long after that!” I +urged. “The woman Nicholson——”</p> + +<p>“The woman Nicholson saw and spoke to +a man in bed, whom she <em>supposed</em> was old +Mr. Dyke. Among the many questions put +to her by those clever detectives, no one +thought, of course, of asking her to describe +the old man. But even if she had done so +Wyatt was far too great an artist in crime +not to have contrived a make-up which, +described by a witness who had never before +seen Dyke, would easily pass as a description +of the old man himself.”</p> + +<p>“Impossible!” I said, struck in spite of +myself by the simplicity of his logic.</p> + +<p>“Impossible, you say?” he shrieked +excitedly. “Why, I call that crime a +masterpiece from beginning to end; a display of +ingenuity which, fortunately, the criminal +classes seldom possess, or where would society +be? Here was a crime committed, where +everything was most beautifully stage-managed, +nothing left unforeseen. Shall I +reconstruct it for you?”</p> + +<p>“Do!” I said, handing across the table +to him a brand new, beautiful bit of string, +on which his talon-like fingers fastened as +upon a prey.</p> + +<p>“Very well,” he said, marking each point +with a scientific knot. “Here it is, scene +by scene: There was Alfred Wyatt and +Amelia Dyke—a pair of blackguards, eager +to obtain that £4,000 which only the old +man’s death could secure for them. They +decide upon killing him, and: Scene +1—Miss Amelia makes <em>her</em> arrangements. She +advertises for a charwoman, and engages one, +who is to be a very useful witness presently.</p> + +<p>“Scene 2.—The murder, brutal, horrible, +on the person of an old cripple, whilst his +own daughter stands by, and the +dismembering of the body.</p> + +<p>“Scene 3.—The ride in the motor-car—after +dark, remember, and with plenty of +rugs, beneath which the gruesome burden +is concealed. The scene is accompanied by +the comedy of Miss Dyke speaking to her +father, and waving her hand affectionately at +him from below. I tell you, that woman +must have had some nerve!</p> + +<p>“Then, Scene 4.—The arrival at Wembley, +and the hiding of the remains.</p> + +<p>“Scene 5.—Amelia goes to Edinburgh by +the 5.15 a.m. train, and thus secures her +own <i>alibi</i>. After that, the comedy begins +in earnest. The impersonation of the dead +man by Wyatt during the whole of that +memorable Thursday. Mind you, that was +not very difficult; it only needed the brain +to invent, and the nerve to carry it through. +The charwoman had never seen old Dyke +before; she only knew that he was an +invalid. What more natural than that she +should accept as her new master the man +who lay in bed all day, and only spoke a +few words to her? A very slight make-up +of hair and beard would complete the +illusion.</p> + +<p>“Then, at six o’clock, the woman gone, +Wyatt steals out of the house, bespeaks the +motor-car, leaves it in the street in a +convenient spot, and is back in time to be seen +by Mrs. Marsh at seven.</p> + +<p>“The rest is simplicity itself. The +silhouette at the window was easy enough to +arrange; the sound of a man walking on +crutches is easily imitated with a couple of +umbrellas—the actual crutches were, no doubt, +burned directly after the murder. Lastly, +the putting out of the light at half-past ten +was the crowning stroke of genius.</p> + +<p>“One little thing might have upset the +whole wonderful plan, but that one thing +only; and that was if the body had been +found <em>before</em> the great comedy scene of +Thursday had been fully played. But that +spinney near Wembley was well chosen. +People don’t go wandering under trees and +in woods on cold November days, and the +remains were not found until the Saturday.</p> + +<p>“Ah, it was cleverly stage-managed, and +no mistake. I couldn’t have done it better +myself. Won’t you have another cup of +tea? No? Don’t look so upset. The world +does not contain many such clever criminals +as Alfred Wyatt and Amelia Dyke.”</p> + +</div> + +<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter" id="ch07-1"> + +<h2>VII. <br> The Tremarn Case</h2> + +<h3>Chapter I</h3> + +<p>“Well, it certainly is most amazing!” I +said that day, when I had finished reading +about it all in the <i>Daily Telegraph</i>.</p> + +<p>“Yet the most natural thing in the world,” +retorted the man in the corner, as soon as +he had ordered his lunch. “Crime invariably +begets crime. No sooner is a murder, theft, +or fraud committed in a novel or striking +way, than this method is aped—probably +within the next few days—by some other +less imaginative scoundrel.</p> + +<p>“Take this case, for instance,” he continued, +as he slowly began sipping his glass +of milk, “which seems to amaze you so +much. It was less than a year ago, was it +not? that in Paris a man was found dead +in a cab, stabbed in a most peculiar way—right +through the neck from ear to ear—with, +presumably, a long, sharp instrument of +the type of an Italian stiletto.</p> + +<p>“No one in England took much count of +the crime, beyond a contemptuous shrug of +the shoulders at the want of safety of the +Paris streets, and the incapacity of the French +detectives, who not only never discovered +the murderer, who had managed to slip out +of the cab unperceived, but who did not +even succeed in establishing the identity of +the victim.</p> + +<p>“But this case,” he added, pointing once +more to my daily paper, “strikes nearer +home. Less than a year has passed, and +last week, in the very midst of our much +vaunted London streets, a crime of a similar +nature has been committed. I do not know +if your paper gives full details, but this is +what happened: Last Monday evening two +gentlemen, both in evening dress and wearing +opera hats, hailed a hansom in Shaftesbury +Avenue. It was about a quarter past eleven, +and the night, if you remember, was a typical +November one—dark, drizzly, and foggy. +The various theatres in the immediate +neighbourhood were disgorging a continuous stream +of people after the evening performance.</p> + +<p>“The cabman did not take special notice +of his fares. They jumped in very quickly, +and one of them, through the little trap +above, gave him an address in Cromwell +Road. He drove there as quickly as the fog +would permit him, and pulled up at the +number given. One of the gentlemen then +handed him a very liberal fare—again through +the little trap—and told him to drive his +friend on to Westminster Chambers, Victoria +Street.</p> + +<p>“Cabby noticed that the ‘swell,’ when he +got out of the hansom, stopped for a moment +to say a few words to his friend, who had +remained inside; then he crossed over the +road and walked quickly in the direction of +the Natural History Museum.</p> + +<p>“When the cabman pulled up at Westminster +Chambers, he waited for the second +fare to get out; the latter seemingly making +no movement that way, cabby looked down +at him through the trap.</p> + +<p>“ ‘I thought ’e was asleep,’ he explained +to the police later on. ‘ ’E was leaning back +in ’is corner, and ’is ’ead was turned towards +the window. I gets down and calls to ’im, +but ’e don’t move. Then I gets on to the +step and give ’im a shake. . . . +There!—I’ll say no more. . . . We was near a +lamp-post, the mare took a step forward, +and the light fell full on the gent’s face. +<span id="front-src">’E was dead and no mistake.</span> I saw the +wound just underneath ’is ear, and +“Murder!” I says to myself at once.’</p> + +<p>“Cabby lost no time in whistling for the +nearest point policeman, then he called the +night porter of the Westminster Chambers. +The latter looked at the murdered man, and +declared that he knew nothing of him; +certainly he was not a tenant of the Chambers.</p> + +<p>“By the time a couple of policemen arrived +upon the scene, quite a crowd had gathered +around the cab, in spite of the lateness of +the hour and the darkness of the night. +The matter was such an important one that +one of the constables thought it best at once +to jump into the hansom beside the murdered +man and to order the cabman to drive to +the nearest police station.</p> + +<p>“There the cause of death was soon +ascertained; the victim of this daring outrage +had been stabbed through the neck from +ear to ear with a long, sharp instrument, +in shape like an antique stiletto, which, I +may tell you, was subsequently found under +the cushions of the hansom. The murderer +must have watched his opportunity, when +his victim’s head was turned away from him, +and then dealt the blow, just below the left +ear, with amazing swiftness and precision.</p> + +<p>“Of course the papers were full of it the +next day; this was such a lovely opportunity +for driving home a moral lesson, of how one +crime engenders another, and how—but for +that murder in Paris a year ago—we should +not now have to deplore a crime committed +in the very centre of fashionable London, the +detection of which seems likely to completely +baffle the police.</p> + +<p>“Plenty more in that strain, of course, +from which the reading public quickly jumped +to the conclusion that the police held absolutely +no clue as to the identity of the daring +and mysterious miscreant.</p> + +<p>“A most usual and natural thing had +happened; cabby could only give a very vague +description of his other ‘fare,’ of the ‘swell’ +who had got out at Cromwell Road, and +been lost to sight after having committed +so dastardly and so daring a crime.</p> + +<p>“This was scarcely to be wondered at, for +the night had been very foggy, and the +murderer had been careful to pull his opera +hat well over his face; thus hiding the whole +of his forehead and eyes; moreover, he had +always taken the additional precaution of +only communicating with the cabman through +the little trap-door.</p> + +<p>“All cabby had seen of him was a +clean-shaven chin. As to the murdered man, it +was not until about noon, when the early +editions of the evening papers came out with +a fuller account of the crime and a description +of the victim, that his identity was at last +established.</p> + +<p>“Then the news spread like wildfire, and +the evening papers came out with some +of the most sensational headlines it had ever +been their good fortune to print. The man +who had been so mysteriously murdered in +the cab was none other than Mr. Philip Le +Cheminant, the nephew and heir-presumptive +of the Earl of Tremarn.”</p> + +</div> + +<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter" id="ch07-2"> + +<h3>Chapter II</h3> + +<p>“In order fully to realise the interest created +by this extraordinary news, you must be +acquainted with the various details of that +remarkable case, popularly known as the +‘Tremarn Peerage Case,’ ” continued the +man in the corner, as he placidly munched +his cheese-cake. “I do not know if you +followed it in its earlier stages, when its +many details—which read like a +romance—were first made public.”</p> + +<p>I looked so interested and so eager that he +did not wait for my reply.</p> + +<p>“I must try and put it all clearly before +you,” he said; “I was interested in it all +from the beginning, and from the numerous +wild stories afloat I have sifted only what +was undeniably true. Some points of the +case are still in dispute, and will, perhaps, +now for ever remain a mystery. But I must +take you back some five-and-twenty years. +The Hon. Arthur Le Cheminant, second son +of the late Earl of Tremarn, was then +travelling round the world for health and +pleasure.</p> + +<p>“In the course of his wanderings he touched +at Martinique, one of the French West Indian +islands, which was devastated by volcanic +eruptions about two years ago. There he +met and fell in love with a beautiful half-caste +girl named Lucie Legrand, who had French +blood in her veins, and was a Christian, but +who, otherwise, was only partially civilised, +and not at all educated.</p> + +<p>“How it all came about it is difficult to +conjecture, but one thing is absolutely certain, +and that is that the Hon. Arthur le Cheminant +the son of one of our English Peers, married +this half-caste girl at the parish church of +St. Pierre, in Martinique, according to the +forms prescribed by French laws, both +parties being of the same religion.</p> + +<p>“I suppose now no one will ever know +whether that marriage was absolutely and +undisputably a legal one—but, in view of +subsequent events, we must presume that +it was. The Hon. Arthur, however, in any +case, behaved like a young scoundrel. He +only spent a very little time with his wife, +quickly tired of her, and within two years of +his marriage callously abandoned her and +his child, then a boy about a year old.</p> + +<p>“He lodged a sum of £2,000 in the local +bank in the name of Mme. Le Cheminant, the +interest of which was to be paid to her +regularly for the maintenance of herself and +child, then he calmly sailed for England, with +the intention never to return. This intention +fate itself helped him to carry out, for he +died very shortly afterwards, taking the +secret of his incongruous marriage with him +to his grave.</p> + +<p>“Mme. Le Cheminant, as she was called +out there, seems to have accepted her own +fate with perfect equanimity. She had never +known anything about her husband’s social +position in his own country, and he had left +her what, in Martinique amongst the coloured +population, was considered a very fair +competence for herself and child.</p> + +<p>“The grandson of an English earl was +taught to read and write by the worthy <i>curé</i> +of St. Pierre, and during the whole of her +life, Lucie never once tried to find out who +her husband was, and what had become of +him.</p> + +<p>“But here the dramatic scene comes in +this strange story,” continued the man in +the corner, with growing excitement; “two +years ago St. Pierre, if you remember, was +completely destroyed by volcanic eruptions. +Nearly the entire population perished, and +every house and building was in ruins. +Among those who fell a victim to the awful +catastrophe was Mme. Le Cheminant, +otherwise the Hon. Mrs. Arthur Le Cheminant, +whilst amongst those who managed to escape +and ultimately found refuge in the English +colony of St. Vincent, was her son, Philip.</p> + +<p>“Well, you can easily guess what happened, +can’t you? In that English-speaking colony +the name of Le Cheminant was, of course, +well known, and Philip had not been in St. +Vincent many weeks, before he learned that +his father was none other than a younger +brother of the present Earl of Tremarn, and +that he himself—seeing that the present peer +was over fifty and still unmarried—was +heir-presumptive to the title and estates.</p> + +<p>“You know the rest. Within two or three +months of the memorable St. Pierre +catastrophe Philip Le Cheminant had written to +his uncle, Lord Tremarn, demanding his rights. +Then he took passage on board a French +liner, and crossed over to Havre <i>en route</i> for +Paris and London.</p> + +<p>“He and his mother—both brought up as +French subjects—had, mind you, all the +respect which French people have for their +papers of identification; and when the house +in which they had lived for twenty years +was tumbling about the young man’s ears, +when his mother had already perished in the +flames, he made a final and successful effort to +rescue the papers which proved him to be +a French citizen, the son of Lucie Legrand +by her lawful marriage with Arthur Le +Cheminant at the church of the Immaculate +Conception of St. Pierre.</p> + +<p>“What happened immediately afterwards +it is difficult to conjecture. Certain it is, +however, that over here the newspapers soon +were full of vague allusions about the +newly-found heir to the Earldom of Tremarn, and +within a few weeks the whole of the story of +the secret marriage at St. Pierre was in +everybody’s mouth.</p> + +<p>“It created an immense sensation; the +Hon. Arthur Le Cheminant had lived a few +years in England after his return from abroad +and no one, not even his brother, seemed +to have had the slightest inkling of his +marriage.</p> + +<p>“The late Lord Tremarn, you must remember, +had three sons, the eldest of whom is the +present peer, the second was the romantic +Arthur, and the third, the Hon. Reginald, +who also died some years ago, leaving four +sons, the eldest of whom, Harold, was just +twenty-three, and had always been styled +heir-presumptive to the earldom.</p> + +<p>“Lord Tremarn had brought up these four +nephews of his, who had lost both father and +mother, just as if they had been his own +children, and his affection for them, and +notably for the eldest boy, was a very beautiful +trait in his otherwise unattractive character.</p> + +<p>“The news of the existence and claim of +this unknown nephew must have come upon +Lord Tremarn as a thunderbolt. His attitude, +however, was one of uncompromising +incredulity. He refused to believe the story +of the marriage, called the whole tale a tissue +of falsehoods, and denounced the claimant +as a barefaced and impudent impostor.</p> + +<p>“Two or three months more went by; +the public were eagerly awaiting the arrival +of this semi-exotic claimant to an English +peerage, and sensations, surpassing those of +the Tichborne case, were looked forward to +with palpitating interest.</p> + +<p>“But in the romances of real life, it is +always the unexpected that happens. The +claimant did arrive in London about a year +ago. He was alone, friendless, and moneyless, +since the £2,000 lay buried somewhere +beneath the ruins of the St. Pierre bank. +However, he called upon a well-known London +solicitor, who advanced him some money +and took charge of all the papers relating to +his claim.</p> + +<p>“Philip Le Cheminant then seems to have +made up his mind to make a personal appeal +to his uncle, trusting apparently in the old +adage that ‘blood is thicker than water.’</p> + +<p>“As was only to be expected, Lord Tremarn +flatly refused to see the claimant, whom he +was still denouncing as an impostor. It was +by stealth, and by bribing the servants at +the Grosvenor Square mansion that the +young man at last obtained an interview with +his uncle.</p> + +<p>“Last New Year’s Day he gave James +Tovey, Lord Tremarn’s butler, a five-pound +note, to introduce him, surreptitiously, into +his master’s study. There uncle and nephew +at last met face to face.</p> + +<p>“What happened at that interview nobody +knows; was the cry of blood and of +justice so convincing that Lord Tremarn +dare not resist it? Perhaps.</p> + +<p>“Anyway, from that moment the new +heir-presumptive was installed within his +rights. After a single interview with Philip +Le Cheminant’s solicitor, Lord Tremarn +openly acknowledged the claimant to be his +brother Arthur’s only son, and therefore his +own nephew and heir.</p> + +<p>“Nay, more, every one noticed that the +proud, bad-tempered old man was as wax +in the hands of this newly-found nephew. +He seemed even to have withdrawn his +affection from the four other young nephews, +whom hitherto he had brought up as his +own children, and bestowed it all upon his +brother Arthur’s son—some people said in +compensation for all the wrong that had +been done to the boy in the past.</p> + +<p>“But the scandal around his dead brother’s +name had wounded the old man’s pride very +deeply, and from this he never recovered. +He shut himself away from all his friends, +living alone with his newly-found nephew +in his gloomy house in Grosvenor Square. +The other boys, the eldest of whom, Harold, +was just twenty-three, decided very soon to +leave a house where they were no longer +welcome. They had a small private fortune +of their own, from their father and mother; +the youngest boy was still at college, two +others had made a start in their respective +professions.</p> + +<p>“Harold had been brought up as an idle +young man about town, and on him the +sudden change of fortune fell most heavily. +He was undecided what to do in the future, +but, in the meanwhile, partly from a spirit of +independence, and partly from a desire to +keep a home for his younger brothers, he +took and furnished a small flat, which, it is +interesting to note, is just off Exhibition Road, +not far from the Natural History Museum in +Kensington.</p> + +<p>“This was less than a year ago. Ten +months later the newly-found heir to the +peerage of Tremarn was found murdered in a +hansom cab, and Harold Le Cheminant is +once more the future Earl.”</p> + +</div> + +<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter" id="ch07-3"> + +<h3>Chapter III</h3> + +<p>“The papers, as you know, talked of nothing +else but the mysterious murder in the hansom +cab. Every one’s sympathy went out at +once to Lord Tremarn, who, on hearing the +terrible news, had completely broken down, +and was now lying on a bed of sickness, from +which they say he may never recover.</p> + +<p>“From the first there had been many +rumours of the terrible enmity which existed +between Harold Le Cheminant and the man +who had so easily captured Lord Tremarn’s +heart, as well as the foremost place in the +Grosvenor Square household.</p> + +<p>“The servants in the great and gloomy +mansion told the detectives in charge of the +case many stories of terrible rows which +occurred at first between the cousins. And +now every one’s eyes were already turned +with suspicion on the one man who could +most benefit by the death of Philip Le +Cheminant.</p> + +<p>“However careful and reticent the police +may be, details in connection with so +interesting a case have a wonderful way of +leaking out. Already one other most +important fact had found its way into the +papers. It appears that in their endeavours +to reconstruct the last day spent by the +murdered man the detectives had come upon +most important evidence.</p> + +<p>“It was Thomas Sawyer, hall porter of the +Junior Grosvenor Club, who first told the +following interesting story. He stated that +deceased was a member of the club, and had +dined there on the evening preceding his +death.</p> + +<p>“ ‘Mr. Le Cheminant was just coming +downstairs after his dinner,’ explained +Thomas Sawyer to the detectives, ‘when a +stranger comes into the hall of the club; +Mr. Le Cheminant saw him as soon as I did, +and appeared very astonished. “What do +you want?” he says rather sharply. “A +word with you,” replies the stranger. Mr. +Le Cheminant seemed to hesitate for a +moment. He lights a cigar, whilst the +stranger stands there glaring at him with a +look in his eye I certainly didn’t like.</p> + +<p>“ ‘Mind you,’ added Thomas Sawyer, ‘the +stranger was a gentleman, in evening dress, +and all that. Presently Mr. Le Cheminant +says to him: “This way, then,” and takes +him along into one of the club rooms. Half +an hour later the stranger comes out again. +He looked flushed and excited. Soon after +Mr. Le Cheminant comes out too; but he +was quite calm and smoking a cigar. He +asks for a cab, and tells the driver to take him +to the Lyric Theatre.’</p> + +<p>“This was all that the hall-porter had to +say, but his evidence was corroborated by one +of the waiters of the club who saw Mr. Le +Cheminant and the stranger subsequently +enter the dining-room, which was quite +deserted at the time.</p> + +<p>“ ‘They ’adn’t been in the room a minute,’ +said the waiter, ‘when I ’eard loud voices, as +if they was quarrelling frightful. I couldn’t +’ear what they said, though I tried, but they +were shouting so, and drowning each other’s +voices. Presently there’s a ring at my bell, +and I goes into the room. Mr. Le Cheminant +was sitting beside one of the tables, quietly +lighting a cigar. “Show this—er—gentleman +out of the club,” ’e says to me. The stranger +looked as if ’e would strike ’im. “You’ll +pay for this,” ’e says, then ’e picks up ’is ’at, +and dashes out of the club helter-skelter. +“One is always pestered by these beggars,” +says Mr. Le Cheminant to me, as ’e stalks out +of the room.’</p> + +<p>“Later on it was arranged that both +Thomas Sawyer and the waiter should catch +sight of Harold Le Cheminant, as he went +out of his house in Exhibition Road. Neither +of them had the slightest hesitation in +recognising in him the stranger who had called at +the club that night.</p> + +<p>“Now that they held this definite clue, +the detectives continued their work with a +will. They made enquiries at the Lyric +Theatre, but there they only obtained very +vague testimony; one point, however, was +of great value, the commissionaire outside +one of the neighbouring theatres stated that, +some time after the performance had begun +he noticed a gentleman in evening dress +walking rapidly past him.</p> + +<p>“He seemed strangely excited, for as he +went by he muttered quite audibly to himself; +‘I can stand it no longer, it must be he or I.’ +Then he disappeared in the fog, walking away +towards Shaftesbury Avenue. Unfortunately +the commissionaire, just like the cabman, +was not prepared to swear to the identity +of this man, whom he had only seen +momentarily through the fog.</p> + +<p>“But add to all this testimony the very +strong motive there was for the crime, and +you will not wonder that within twenty-four +hours of the murder, the strongest suspicions +had already fastened on Harold Le Cheminant, +and it was generally understood that, +even before the inquest, the police already +had in readiness a warrant for his arrest on +the capital charge.”</p> + +</div> + +<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter" id="ch07-4"> + +<h3>Chapter IV</h3> + +<p>“It would be difficult, I think, for any one +who was not present at that memorable +inquest to have the least idea of the sensation +which its varied and dramatic incidents +caused among the crowd of spectators there.</p> + +<p>“At first the proceedings were of the +usual kind. The medical officer gave his +testimony as to the cause of death; for +this was, of course, not in dispute. The +stiletto was produced; it was of an antique +and foreign pattern, probably of Eastern +or else Spanish origin. In England, it could +only have been purchased at some <i>bric-à-brac</i> +shop.</p> + +<p>“Then it was the turn of the servants at +Grosvenor Square, of the cabman, and of +the commissionaire. Lord Tremarn’s +evidence, which he had sworn to on his +sickbed, was also read. It added nothing to the +known facts of the case, for he had last +seen his favourite nephew alive in the course +of the afternoon preceding the latter’s tragic +end.</p> + +<p>“After that the <i>employés</i> of the Junior +Grosvenor Club retold their story, and they +were the first to strike the note of sensation +which was afterwards raised to its highest +possible pitch.</p> + +<p>“Both of them, namely, were asked each +in their turn to look round the court and see +if they could recognise the stranger who had +called at the club that memorable evening. +Without the slightest hesitation, both the +hall-porter and the waiter pointed to Harold +Le Cheminant, who sat with his solicitor in +the body of the court.</p> + +<p>“But already an inkling of what was to +come had gradually spread through that +crowded court—instinctively every one felt +that behind the apparent simplicity of this +tragic case there lurked another mystery +more strange even than that murder in the +hansom cab.</p> + +<p>“Evidence was being taken as to the +previous history of the deceased, his first +appearance in London, his relationship with +his uncle, and subsequently his enmity with +his cousin Harold. At this point a man was +brought forward as a witness, who it was +understood had communicated with the police +at the very last moment, offering to make +a statement which he thought would throw +considerable light upon the mysterious affair.</p> + +<p>“He was a man of about fifty years of age, +who looked like a very seedy, superannuated +clerk of some insurance office.</p> + +<p>“He gave his name as Charles Collins, and +said that he resided in Caxton Road, Clapham.</p> + +<p>“In a perfectly level tone of voice, he then +explained that some three years ago, his +son William, who had always been idle and +good-for-nothing, had suddenly disappeared +from home.</p> + +<p>“ ‘We heard nothing of him for over two +years,’ continued Charles Collins, in that +same cheerless and even voice which spoke +of a monotonous existence of ceaseless, patient +grind, ‘but some few weeks ago my daughter +went up to the West End to see about an +engagement—she plays dance music at parties +sometimes—when, in Regent Street, she came +face to face with her brother William. He +was no longer wretched, as we all are,’ added +the old man pathetically, ‘he was dressed +like a swell, and when his sister spoke to +him, he pretended not to know her. But +she’s a sharp girl, and guessed at once that +there was something strange there which +William wished to hide. She followed him +from a distance, and never lost sight of him +that day, until she saw him about six o’clock +in the evening go into one of the fine houses +in Grosvenor Square. Then she came home +and told her mother and me all about it.’</p> + +<p>“I can assure you,” continued the man in +the corner, “that you might have heard a +pin drop in that crowded court whilst the +old man spoke. That he was stating the +truth no one doubted for a moment. The +very fact that he was brought forward as a +witness showed that his story had been +proved, at any rate, to the satisfaction of +the police.</p> + +<p>“The Collinses seem to have been very +simple, good-natured people. It never struck +any of them to interfere with William, who +appeared, in their own words, to have +‘bettered himself.’ They concluded that he +had obtained some sort of position in a rich +family, and was now ashamed of his poor +relations at Clapham.</p> + +<p>“Then one morning they read in the +papers the story of the mysterious murder +in the hansom cab, together with a description +of the victim, who had not yet been identified. +‘William,’ they said with one accord. +Michael Collins, one of the younger sons, +went up to London to view the murdered +man at the mortuary. There was no doubt +whatever that it was William, and yet all the +papers persisted in saying that the deceased +was the heir to some grand peerage.</p> + +<p>“ ‘So I wrote to the police,’ concluded +Charles Collins, ‘and my wife and children +were all allowed to view the body, and we +are all prepared to swear that it is that of +my son, William Collins, who was no more +heir to a peerage than your worship.’</p> + +<p>“And mopping his forehead, with a large +coloured handkerchief, the old man stepped +down from the box.</p> + +<p>“Well, you may imagine what this bombshell +was in the midst of that coroner’s +court. Everyone looked at his neighbour +wondering if this was real life, or some +romantic play being acted on a stage. Amidst +indescribable excitement, various other +members of the Collins’ family corroborated +the old man’s testimony, as did also one or +two friends from Clapham. All those who +had been allowed to view the body of the +murdered man pronounced it without hesitation +to be that of William Collins, who had +disappeared from home three years ago.</p> + +<p>“You see, it was like a repetition of the +Tichborne case, only with this strange +difference: This claimant was dead, but all his +papers were in perfect order, the certificate +of marriage between Lucie Legrand and +Arthur Le Cheminant at Martinique, as well +as the birth and baptismal certificate of +Philip Le Cheminant, their son. Yet there +were all those simple, honest folk swearing +that the deceased had been born in Clapham, +and the mother, surely, could not have been +mistaken.</p> + +<p>“That is where the difference with the other +noteworthy case came in, for in this instance +as far as the general public is concerned +the actual identity of the murdered man +will always remain a matter of doubt—Philip +Le Cheminant or William Collins took +that part of his secret, at any rate, with him +to his grave.”</p> + +</div> + +<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter" id="ch07-5"> + +<h3>Chapter V</h3> + +<p>“But the murder?” I asked eagerly, for +the man in the corner had paused, intent +upon the manufacture of innumerable knots +in a long piece of string.</p> + +<p>“Ah, yes, the murder, of course,” he replied +with a chuckle, “the second mystery in this +extraordinary case. Well, of course, whatever +the identity of the deceased really was, +there was no doubt in the minds of the +police that Harold Le Cheminant had murdered +him. To him, at any rate, the Collins +family were unknown; he only knew the +man who had supplanted him in his uncle’s +affections, and snatched a rich inheritance +away from him. The charge brought against +him at the Westminster Court was also one +of the greatest sensations of this truly +remarkable case.</p> + +<p>“It looked, indeed, as if the unfortunate +young man had committed a crime which +was as appalling as it was useless. Instead +of murdering the impostor—if impostor he +was—how much more simple it would have +been to have tried to unmask him. But, +strange to say, this he never seems to have +done, at any rate as far as the public knew.</p> + +<p>“But here again mystery stepped in. +When brought before the magistrate, Harold +Le Cheminant was able to refute the terrible +charge brought against him by the simple +means of a complete <i>alibi</i>. After the stormy +episode at the Junior Grosvenor Club he +had gone to his own club in Pall Mall, and +fortunately for him, did not leave it until +twenty minutes past eleven, some few +minutes <em>after</em> the two men in evening +dress got into the hansom in Shaftesbury +Avenue.</p> + +<p>“But for this lucky fact, for which he had +one or two witnesses, it might have fared ill +with him, for feeling unduly excited, he +walked all the way home afterwards; and +had he left his club earlier, he might have +found it difficult to account for his time. +As it was, he was, of course, discharged.</p> + +<p>“But one more strange fact came out +during the course of the magisterial investigation, +and that was that Harold Le Cheminant, +on the very day preceding the murder, had +booked a passage for St. Vincent. He +admitted in court that he meant to conduct +certain investigations there, with regard to +the identity of the supposed heir to the +Tremarn peerage.</p> + +<p>“And thus the curtain came down on the +last act of that extraordinary drama, leaving +two great mysteries unsolved: the real +identity of the murdered man, and that of +the man who killed him. Some people still +persist in thinking it was Harold Le Cheminant. +Well, we may easily dismiss <em>that</em> supposition. +Harold had decided to investigate +the matter for himself; he was on his way +to St. Vincent.</p> + +<p>“Surely common-sense would assert that, +having gone so far, he would assure himself +first, whether the man was an impostor or +not, before he resorted to crime, in order +to rid himself of him. Moreover, the +witnesses who saw him leave his own club at +twenty minutes past eleven were quite +independent and very emphatic.</p> + +<p>“Another theory is that the Collins’ gang +tried to blackmail Philip Le Cheminant or +William Collins whichever we like to call +him—and that it was one of them who +murdered him out of spite, when he refused +to submit to the blackmailing process.</p> + +<p>“Against that theory, however, there are +two unanswerable arguments—firstly, the +weapon used, which certainly was not one +that would commend itself to the average +British middle-class man on murder intent—a +razor or knife would be more in his line; +secondly, there is no doubt whatever that +the murderer wore evening dress and an +opera hat, a costume not likely to have been +worn by any member of the Collins’ family, +or their friends. We may, therefore, dismiss +that theory also with equal certainty.”</p> + +<p>And he surveyed placidly the row of fine +knots in his bit of string.</p> + +<p>“But then, according to you, who was the +man in evening dress, and who but Harold +Le Cheminant had any interest in getting +rid of the claimant?” I asked at last.</p> + +<p>“Who, indeed?” he replied with a chuckle +“who but the man who was as wax in the +hands of that impostor.”</p> + +<p>“Whom do you mean?” I gasped.</p> + +<p>“Let us take things from the beginning,” +he said, with ever-growing excitement, “and +take the one thing which is absolutely beyond +dispute, and that is the authenticity of the +<em>papers</em>—the marriage certificate of Lucie +Legrand, etc.—as against the authenticity of +the <em>man</em>. Let us admit that the real Philip +Le Cheminant was a refugee at St. Vincent, +that he found out about his parentage and +determined to go to England. He writes +to his uncle, then sails for Europe, lands at +Havre, and arrives in Paris.”</p> + +<p>“Why, Paris?” I asked.</p> + +<p>“Because you, like the police and like the +public, have persistently shut your eyes to +an event which, to my mind has bearing upon +the whole of this mysterious case, and that +is the original murder committed in Paris +a year ago, also in a cab, also with a +stiletto—which that time was <em>not</em> found—in fact, in +the self-same manner as this murder a week +ago.</p> + +<p>“Well, that crime was never brought +home to its perpetrator any more than this +one will be. But my contention is, that the +man who committed that murder a year ago, +repeated this crime last week—that the man +who was murdered in Paris was the real +Philip Le Cheminant, whilst the man who +was murdered in London was some friend +to whom he had confided his story, and +probably his papers, and who then hit upon +the bold plan of assuming the personality +of the Martinique creole, heir to an English +peerage.”</p> + +<p>“But what in the world makes you imagine +such a preposterous thing?” I gasped.</p> + +<p>“One tiny unanswerable fact,” he replied +quietly. “William Collins, the impostor, +when he came to London, called upon a +solicitor, and deposited with him the valuable +papers, <em>after that</em> he obtained his interview +with Lord Tremarn. Then mark what +happens. Without any question, immediately +after that interview, and, therefore, without +even having seen the papers of identification, +Lord Tremarn accepts the claimant as his +newly-found nephew.</p> + +<p>“And why?</p> + +<p>“Only because that claimant has a tremendous +hold over the Earl, which makes the +old man as wax in his hands, and it is only +logical to conclude that that hold was none +other than that Lord Tremarn had met his +real nephew in Paris, and had killed him, +sooner than to see him supplant his beloved +heir, Harold.</p> + +<p>“I followed up the subsequent history of +that Paris crime, and found that the Paris +police had never established the identity of +the murdered man. Being a stranger, and +moneyless, he had apparently lodged in one +of those innumerable ill-famed little hotels +that abound in Paris, the proprietors of which +have very good cause to shun the police, +and therefore would not even venture so far +as to go and identify the body when it lay +in the Morgue.</p> + +<p>“But William Collins knew who the +murdered man was; no doubt he lodged at +the same hotel, and could lay his hands on +the all-important papers. I imagine that +the two young men originally met in St. +Vincent, or perhaps on board ship. He +assumed the personality of the deceased, +crossed over to England, and confronted +Lord Tremarn with the threat to bring the +murder home to him if he ventured to dispute +his claim.</p> + +<p>“Think of it all, and you will see that I +am right. When Lord Tremarn first heard +from his brother Arthur’s son, he went to +Paris in order to assure himself of the validity +of his claim. Seeing that there was no +doubt of that, he assumed a friendly attitude +towards the young man, and one evening +took him out for a drive in a cab and +murdered him on the way.</p> + +<p>“Then came Nemesis in the shape of +William Collins, whom he dared not denounce, +lest his crime be brought home to him. +How could he come forward and say: ‘I +know that this man is an impostor, as I +happened to have murdered my nephew +myself’?</p> + +<p>“No; he preferred to temporise, and bide +his time until, perhaps, chance would give +him his opportunity. It took a year in coming. +The yoke had become too heavy. ‘It must +be he or I!’ he said to himself that very +night. Apparently he was on the best of +terms with his tormentor, but in his heart +of hearts he had always meant to be even +with him at the last.</p> + +<p>“Everything favoured him; the foggy +night, even the dispute between Harold and +the impostor at the club. Can you not +picture him meeting William Collins outside +the theatre, hearing from him the story of +the quarrel, and then saying, ‘Come with +me to Harold’s; I’ll soon make the young +jackanapes apologise to you’?</p> + +<p>“Mind you, a year had passed by since the +original crime. William Collins, no doubt, +never thought he had anything to fear from +the old man. He got into the cab with him, +and thus this remarkable story has closed, and +Harold Le Cheminant is once more heir to +the Earldom of Tremarn.</p> + +<p>“Think it all over, and bear in mind that +Lord Tremarn <em>never</em> made the slightest +attempt to prove the rights or wrongs of +the impostor’s claim. On this base your +own conclusions, and then see if they do not +inevitably lead you to admit mine as the +only possible solution of this double mystery.”</p> + +<p>He was gone, leaving me bewildered and +amazed, staring at my <i>Daily Telegraph</i>, +where, side by side with a long recapitulation +of the mysterious claimant of the Earldom +there was the following brief +announcement:</p> + +<p>“We regret to say that the condition of +Lord Tremarn is decidedly worse to-day, +and that but little hope is entertained of his +recovery. Mr. Harold Le Cheminant has +been his uncle’s constant and devoted +companion during the noble Earl’s illness.”</p> + +</div> + +<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter" id="ch08-1"> + +<h2>VIII. <br> The Fate of the <i>Artemis</i></h2> + +<h3>Chapter I</h3> + +<p>“Well, I’m ——!” was my inelegant mental +comment upon the news in that morning’s +paper.</p> + +<p>“So are most people,” rejoined the man +in the corner, with that eerie way he had +of reading my thoughts. “The <i>Artemis</i> has +come home, having safely delivered her +dangerous cargo, and Captain Jutland’s +explanations only serve to deepen the mystery.”</p> + +<p>“Then you admit there is one in this case?” +I said.</p> + +<p>“Only to the public. Not to me. But I +do admit that the puzzle is a hard one. Do +you remember the earlier details of the case? +It was towards the end of 1903. Negotiations +between Russia and Japan were just +reaching a point of uncomfortable tension, +and the man in the street guessed that war +in the Far East was imminent.</p> + +<p>“Messrs. Mills and Co. had just completed +an order for a number of their celebrated +quick-firing guns for the Russian Government, +and these—according to the terms of the +contract—were to be delivered at Port Arthur +on or about 1st February, 1904. Effectively, +then, on 1st December last, the <i>Artemis</i>, under +the command of Captain Jutland, sailed +from Goole, with her valuable cargo on board, +and with orders to proceed along as fast as +possible, in view of the probable outbreak +of hostilities.</p> + +<p>“Less than two hours after she had started, +Messrs. Mills received intimation from the +highest official quarters, that in all probability +before the <i>Artemis</i> could reach Port Arthur, +and in view of coming eventualities, the +submarine mines would have been laid at +the entrance to the harbour. A secret plan +of the port was therefore sent to the firm +for Captain Jutland’s use, showing the only +way through which he could possibly hope +to navigate the <i>Artemis</i> safely into the +harbour, and without which she would +inevitably come in contact with one of those +terrible engines of wholesale destruction, +which have since worked such awful havoc +in this war.</p> + +<p>“But <em>there</em> was the trouble. This official +intimation, together with the plan, reached +Messrs. Mills just two hours too late; it is a +way peculiar to many official intimations. +Fortunately, however, the <i>Artemis</i> was to +touch at Portsmouth on private business of +the firm’s, and, therefore, it only meant +finding a trustworthy messenger to meet +Captain Jutland there, and to hand him +over that all-important plan.</p> + +<p>“Of course, there was no time to be lost, +but, above all, some one of extreme +trustworthiness must be found for so important a +mission. You must remember that the great +European Power in question is beset by +many foes in the shape of her own disaffected +children, who desire her downfall even more +keenly than does her Asiatic opponent. Also +in times like these, when every method is +fair which gives one adversary an advantage +over the other, we must remember that +our plucky little allies of the Far East are +past masters in that art which is politely +known as secret intelligence.</p> + +<p>“All this, you see, made it an absolute +necessity to keep the mission to Captain +Jutland a profound secret. I need not impress +upon you the fact, I think, that it is not +expedient for the plans of an important +harbour to fall under prying eyes.</p> + +<p>“Finally, the choice fell on Captain Markham, +R.N.R., lately of the mercantile marine, +and at the time in the employ of our own +Secret Intelligence Department, to which he +has rendered frequent and valuable services. +This choice was determined also mainly +through the fact that Captain Markham’s +wife had relatives living in Portsmouth, and +that, therefore, his journey thither could +easily be supposed to have an unofficial and +quite ordinary character—especially if he +took his wife with him, which he did.</p> + +<p>“Captain and Mrs. Markham left Waterloo +for Portsmouth at ten minutes past twelve +on Wednesday, 2nd December, the secret +plan lying safely concealed at the bottom +of Mrs. Markham’s jewel-case.</p> + +<p>“As the <i>Artemis</i> would not touch at +Portsmouth until the following morning, +Captain Markham thought it best not to +spend the night at an hotel, but to go into +rooms; his choice fell on a place, highly +recommended by his wife’s relations, and +which was situated in a quiet street on the +Southsea side of the town. There he and his +wife stayed the night, pending the arrival of +the <i>Artemis</i>.</p> + +<p>“But at twelve o’clock on the following +morning the police were hastily called in by +Mrs. Bowden, the landlady of 49, Gastle +Street, where the Markhams had been staying. +Captain Markham had been found lying +half-insensible, gagged and bound, on the +floor of the sitting-room, his hands and feet +tightly pinioned, and a woollen comforter +wound closely round his mouth and neck; +whilst Mrs. Markham’s jewel-case, containing +valuable jewellery and the secret plans of +Port Arthur, had disappeared.”</p> + +</div> + +<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter" id="ch08-2"> + +<h3>Chapter II</h3> + +<p>“Mind you,” continued the man in the +corner, after he had assured himself of my +undivided attention, “all these details were +unknown to the public at first. I have +merely co-ordinated them, and told them +to you in the actual sequence in which they +occurred, so that you may be able to +understand the subsequent events.</p> + +<p>“At the time—that is to say, on 3rd +December, 1903—the evening papers only +contained an account of what was then called +‘the mysterious outrage at Gastle Street, +Portsmouth.’ A private gentleman was +presumably assaulted and robbed in broad +daylight, and inside a highly respectable +house in a busy part of the city.</p> + +<p>“Mrs. Bowden, the landlady, was, as +you may imagine, most excited and indignant. +Her house and herself had been grossly +insulted by this abominable outrage, and +she did her level best to throw what light she +could on this mysterious occurrence.</p> + +<p>“The story she told the police was indeed +extraordinary, and as she repeated it to all +her friends, and subsequently to one or two +journalists, it roused public excitement to +its highest pitch.</p> + +<p>“What she related at great length to the +detective in charge of the case, was briefly +this:</p> + +<p>“Captain and Mrs. Markham, it appears, +arrived at 49, Gastle Street, on Wednesday +afternoon, 2nd December, and Mrs. Bowden +accommodated them with a sitting-room and +bedroom, both on the ground floor. In the +evening Mrs. Markham went out to dine +with her brother, a Mr. Paulton, who is a +well-known Portsmouth resident, but Captain +Markham stayed in and had dinner alone in +his sitting-room.</p> + +<p>“According to Mrs. Bowden’s version of +the story, at about nine o’clock a stranger +called to see Captain Markham. This +stranger was obviously a foreigner, for he +spoke broken English. Unfortunately, the +hall at 49, Gastle Street, was very dark, and, +moreover, the foreigner was attired in a +magnificent fur coat, the collar of which hid +the lower part of his face. All Mrs. Bowden +could see of him was that he was very tall, +and wore gold-rimmed spectacles.</p> + +<p>“ ‘He was so very peremptory in his +manner,’ continued Mrs. Bowden, ‘that I +had to show him in at once. The Captain +seemed surprised to see him—in fact, he +looked decidedly annoyed, I might say; +but just as I was closing the door I heard +the stranger laugh, and say quite pleasantly: +“You gave me the slip, my friend, but you +see I have found you out all right.” ’</p> + +<p>“Mrs. Bowden, after the manner of her +class, seems to have made vigorous efforts +to hear what went on in the sitting-room +after that,” continued the man in the corner, +“but she was not successful. Later on, +however, the Captain rang and ordered +whiskies and sodas. Both gentlemen were +then sitting by the fire, looking quite +friendly.</p> + +<p>“ ‘I took a look round the room,’ explained +the worthy landlady, ‘and took particular +notice that the jewel-case was on the table, +with the lid open. Captain Markham, as +soon he saw me, closed it very quickly.’</p> + +<p>“The stranger seems to have gone away +at about half-past ten, and subsequently again +Mrs. Markham came home accompanied by +her brother, Mr. Paulton. The next morning +she went out at a quarter past eleven o’clock, +and about half an hour later the mysterious +stranger called again.</p> + +<p>“This time he pushed his way straight into +the sitting-room; but the very next moment +he uttered a cry of intense horror and astonishment, +and rushed back into the hall, gesticulating +wildly, and shrieking: ‘A robbery!—a +murder!—I go for the police!’ And before +Mrs. Bowden could stop him, or even could +realise what had occurred, he had dashed out +of the house.</p> + +<p>“ ‘I called to Meggie,’ continued Mrs. +Bowden, ‘I was so frightened, I didn’t dare +go into the parlour alone. But she was more +frightened than I was, and we stood trembling +in the hall waiting for the police. At last +I began to have my suspicions, and I got +Meggie to run out into the street and see if +she could bring in a policeman.’</p> + +<p>“When the police at last arrived upon +the scene, they pushed open the sitting-room +door, and there found Captain Markham in +a most helpless condition, his hands tied +behind his back, and himself half-choked by +the scarf over his mouth. As soon as he +recovered his breath, he explained that he +had no idea who his assailant was; he was +standing with his back to the door, when he +was suddenly dealt a blow on the head from +behind, and he remembered nothing more.</p> + +<p>“In the meantime Mrs. Markham had +come home, and of course was horrified beyond +measure at the outrage which had been +committed. She declared that her jewel-case +was in the sitting-room when she went out in +the morning—a fact confirmed by Captain +Markham himself.</p> + +<p>“But here, at once, the police were seriously +puzzled. Mrs. Bowden, of course, told her +story of the foreigner—a story which was +corroborated by her daughter, Meggie. Captain +Markham, pressed by the police, and by +his wife, admitted that a friend had visited +him the evening before.</p> + +<p>“ ‘He is an old friend I met years ago +abroad, who happened to be in Portsmouth +yesterday, and quite accidentally caught +sight of me as I drove up to this door, and +naturally came in to see me,’ was the Captain’s +somewhat lame explanation.</p> + +<p>“Nothing more was to be got out of him +that day; he was still feeling very bewildered +he said, and certainly he looked very ill. +Mrs. Markham then put the whole matter in +the hands of the police.</p> + +<p>“Captain Markham had given a description +of ‘the old friend he had met years ago +abroad.’ This description vaguely coincided +with that given by Mrs. Bowden of the +mysterious foreigner. But the Captain’s +replies to the cross-questionings of the +detectives in charge of the case were always +singularly reticent and lame. ‘I had lost +sight of him for nearly twenty years,’ he +explained, ‘and do not know what his present +abode and occupation might be. When I +knew him years ago, he was a man of +independent means, without a fixed abode, and a +great traveller. I believe that he is a German +by nationality, but I don’t think that I ever +knew this as a fact. His name was Johann +Schmidt.’</p> + +<p>“I may as well tell you here, at once, that +the mysterious foreigner managed to make +good his escape. He was traced as far as +the South Western Railway Station, where he +was seen to rush through the barrier, just in +time to catch the express up to town. At +Waterloo he was lost sight of in the crowd.</p> + +<p>“The police were keenly on the alert; +no trace of the missing jewels had as yet +been found. Then it was that, gradually, +the story of the secret plan of Port Arthur +reached the ears of the general public. Who +first told it, and to whom, it is difficult to +conjecture, but you know what a way things +of that sort have of leaking out.</p> + +<p>“The secret of Captain Markham’s mission +had of necessity been known to several people, +and a secret shared by many soon ceases to be +one at all; anyway, within a week of the +so-called ‘Portsmouth outrage,’ it began to +be loudly whispered that the robbery of Mrs. +Markham’s jewels was only a mask that +covered the deliberate theft of the plans of +Port Arthur.</p> + +<p>“And then the inevitable happened. +Already Captain Markham’s strange attitude +had been severely commented upon, and now +the public, backed by the crowd of amateur +detectives who read penny novelettes and form +conclusions of their own, had made up its mind +that Captain Markham was a party to the +theft—that he was either the tool or the +accomplice of the mysterious foreigner and +that, in fact, he had been either bribed or +terrorised into giving up the plan of Port +Arthur to an enemy of the Russian government. +The crime was all the more heinous +as by this act of treachery a British ship, +manned by a British crew, had been sent to +certain destruction.</p> + +<p>“What rendered the whole case doubly +mysterious was that Messrs. Mills and Co. +seemed to take the matter with complete +indifference. They refused to be interviewed, +or to give any information about the <i>Artemis</i> +at all, and seemed callously willing to await +events.</p> + +<p>“The public was furious; the newspapers +stormed; every one felt that the <i>Artemis</i> +should be stopped at any cost at her next +port of call, and not allowed to continue her +perilous journey.</p> + +<p>“And yet the days went by; the public +read with horror at Lloyds’ that the <i>Artemis</i> +had called at Malta, at Port Said, at Aden, +and was now well on her way to the Far East. +Feeling ran so high throughout England, that, +if the mysterious stranger had been discovered +by the police, no protection from them would +have saved him from being lynched.</p> + +<p>“As for Captain Markham, public opinion +reserved its final judgment. A cloud hung +over him, of that there was no doubt; many +said openly that he had sold the secret plans +of Port Arthur, either to the Japanese or to +the Nihilists, either through fear or +intimidation, if not through greed.</p> + +<p>“Then the inevitable climax came: A +certain Mr. Carleton constituted himself the +spokesman of the general public; he met +Captain Markham one day at one of the clubs +in London. There were hot words between +them. Mr. Carleton did not mince matters; +he openly accused Captain Markham of that +which public opinion had already whispered, +and finally, completely losing his temper, he +struck the Captain in the face, calling him +every opprobrious name he could think of.</p> + +<p>“But for the timely interference of friends, +there would have been murder committed +then and there; as it was, Captain Markham +was induced by his own friends to bring +a criminal charge of slander and of assault +against Mr. Carleton, as the only means of +making the whole story public, and possibly +vindicating his character.”</p> + +</div> + +<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter" id="ch08-3"> + +<h3>Chapter III</h3> + +<p>“A criminal action for slander and assault +is always an interesting one,” continued the +man in the corner, after a while, “as it +always argues an unusual amount of personal +animosity on the part of the plaintiff.</p> + +<p>“In this case, of course, public interest +was roused to its highest pitch. Practically, +though Captain Markham was the prosecutor, +he would stand before his fellow-citizens after +this action either as an innocent man, or as +one of the most dastardly scoundrels this +nation has ever known.</p> + +<p>“The case for the Captain was briefly +stated by his counsel. For the defence Sir +Arthur Inglewood, on behalf of Mr. Carleton, +pleaded justification. With wonderful +eloquence Sir Arthur related the whole story of +the secret plan of Port Arthur confided to +the honour of Captain Markham, and which +involved the safety of the British ship and +the lives of a whole British crew.</p> + +<p>“The first witnesses called for the defence +were Mrs. Bowden and her daughter, Meggie. +Both related the story I have already told +you. When they came to the point of +having seen the jewel-case <em>open</em> on the table +during that interview between Captain +Markham and the mysterious stranger, there +was a regular murmur of indignation throughout +the whole crowd, so much so, that the +judge threatened to clear the court, for +Sir Arthur argued this to be a proof that +Captain Markham had been a willing accomplice +in the theft of the secret plans, and +had merely played the comedy of being +assaulted, bound, and gagged.</p> + +<p>“But there was more to come.</p> + +<p>“It appears that on the morning of 2nd +December—that is to say, before going to +Portsmouth—Captain Markham, directly after +breakfast, and while his wife was up in her +own room, received a message which seemed +greatly to disturb him. It was Jane Mason, +the parlour-maid at the Markhams’ town +house, who told the story.</p> + +<p>“A letter bearing no stamp had been +dropped into the letter-box, she had taken +it to her master, who, on reading it, became +greatly agitated; he tore up the letter, +stuffed it into his pocket and presently +took up his hat and rushed out of the house.</p> + +<p>“ ‘When the master was gone,’ continued +Jane, ‘I found a scrap of paper, which had +fallen out of his pocket.’</p> + +<p>“This scrap of paper Jane Mason had +carefully put away. She was a shrewd girl, +and scented some mystery. It was now +produced in court, and the few fragmentary +words were read out by Sir Arthur Inglewood, +amidst boundless excitement:</p> + +<p>“ ‘....if you lend a hand........Port +Arthur safely.......hold my tongue....’</p> + +<p>“And at the end there were four letters in +large capitals, ‘STOW.’</p> + +<p>“In view of all the evidence taken, there +was momentous significance to be attached +to those few words, of which only the last +four letters seemed mysterious, but these +probably were part of the confederate’s +signature, who had—no one doubted it +now—some hold upon Captain Markham, and had +by a process of blackmail induced him to +send the <i>Artemis</i> to her doom.</p> + +<p>“After that, according to a statement +made by the head clerk of Messrs. Mills and Co., +Captain Markham came round to the office +begging that some one else should be sent to +meet Captain Jutland at Portsmouth. ‘This,’ +explained the head clerk, who had been +subpœnaed for the defence, ‘was quite +impossible at this eleventh hour, and, in the +absence of the heads of the firm, I had on +Mr. Mills’ behalf to hold Captain Markham +to his promise.’</p> + +<p>“This closed the case for the defence, and +in view of the lateness of the hour, counsels’ +speeches were reserved for the following day. +There was not a doubt in anybody’s mind +that Captain Markham was guilty, and but +for the presence of a large body of police, I +assure you he would have been torn to pieces +by the crowd.”</p> + +<p>The man in the corner paused in his +narrative and blinked at me over his bone-rimmed +spectacles, like some lean and frowzy +tom-cat, eager for a fight.</p> + +<p>“Well?” I said eagerly.</p> + +<p>“Well, surely you remember what happened +the following day?” he replied, with a dry +chuckle. “Personally, I don’t think that +there ever was quite so much sensation in +any English court of law.</p> + +<p>“It was crowded, of course, when counsel +for the plaintiff rose to speak. He made, +however, only a short statement, briefly and +to the point; but this statement caused +every one to look at his neighbour, wondering +if he were awake or dreaming.</p> + +<p>“Counsel began by saying that Messrs. +Mills and Co., in view of the obvious +conspiracy that had existed against the <i>Artemis</i>, +had decided, in conjunction with Captain +Markham himself, to say nothing about the +safety of the ship until she was in port; +but now counsel had much pleasure in informing +the court and public that the <i>Artemis</i> +had safely arrived at Port Arthur, had landed +her guns, and was on her way home again by +now. A cablegram <i>via</i> St. Petersburg had +been received by Messrs. Mills and Co., from +Captain Jutland that very morning.</p> + +<p>“That cablegram was read by counsel in +court, and was received with loud and prolonged +cheering which could not be suppressed.</p> + +<p>“With heroic fortitude—explained +counsel—Captain Markham had borne the gross +suspicions against his integrity, only hoping +that news of the safety of the <i>Artemis</i> would +reach England in time to allow him to vindicate +his character. But until Captain Jutland +was safe in port, he had sworn to hold his +tongue and to bear insult and violence, sooner +than once more jeopardise the safety of the +British ship by openly avowing that she +carried the plans of the important port with +her.</p> + +<p>“Well, you know the rest. The parties, +at the suggestion of the judge, arranged the +case amicably, and, Captain Markham being +fully satisfied, Mr. Carleton was nominally +ordered to come up for trial when called upon.</p> + +<p>“Captain Markham was the hero of the +hour; but presently, after the first excitement +had subsided, sensible people began to ponder. +Every one, of course, appreciated the fact +that Messrs. Mills and Co., prompted by the +highest authorities, had insisted on not +jeopardising the safety of the <i>Artemis</i> by +shouting on the housetops that she was +carrying the plans of Port Arthur on board. +Hostilities in the Far East were on the point +of breaking out, and I need not insist, I +think, on the obvious fact that silence in such +matters and at such a time was absolutely +imperative.</p> + +<p>“But what sensible people wanted to +know was, what part had Captain Markham +played in all this?</p> + +<p>“In the evening of that memorable 2nd +December, he was sitting amicably by the +fire with the mysterious stranger, who was +evidently blackmailing him, and with the +jewel-case, which contained the plans of +Port Arthur, open between them. What, +then, had caused Captain Markham to change +his attitude? What dispelled the fear of +the stranger? Was he really assaulted? +Was the jewel-case really stolen?</p> + +<p>“Captain Jutland, of the <i>Artemis</i>, has +explained that he was only on shore for one +hour at Portsmouth on the memorable +morning of 3rd December, namely, between +10.30 and 11.30 a.m. On landing at the +Hard from his gig, he was met by a gentleman, +whom he did not know, and who, without a +word of comment, handed him some papers, +which proved to be plans of Port Arthur.</p> + +<p>“Now, at that very hour Captain Markham +was lying helpless in his bedroom, and the +question now is, who abstracted the plans +from the jewel-case, and then mysteriously +handed them to Captain Jutland? Why +was it not done openly? Why?—why? +and, above all, by whom?——”</p> + +</div> + +<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter" id="ch08-4"> + +<h3>Chapter IV</h3> + +<p>“Indeed, why?” I retorted, for he had +paused, and was peering at me through his +bone-rimmed spectacles. “You must have +a theory,” I added, as I quietly handed him +a beautiful bit of string across the table.</p> + +<p>“Of course, I have a theory,” he replied +placidly; “nay, more, the only explanation of +those mysterious events. But for this I +must refer you to the scrap of paper found by +Jane Mason, and containing the four +fragmentary sentences which have puzzled every +one, and which Captain Markham always +refused to explain.</p> + +<p>“Do you remember,” he went on, as he +began feverishly to construct knot upon knot +on that piece of string, “the wreck of the +<i>Ridstow</i> some twenty years ago? She was a +pleasure boat belonging to Mr. Eyres, the +great millionaire financier, and was supposed +to have been wrecked in the South Seas, +with nearly all hands. Five of her crew, +however, were picked up by H.M.S. <i>Pomona</i>, +on a bit of rocky island to which they had +managed to swim.</p> + +<p>“I looked up the files of the newspapers +relating to the rescue of these five shipwrecked +mariners, who told a most pitiable tale of the +loss of the yacht and their subsequent escape +to, and sufferings on the island. Fire had +broken out in the hull of the <i>Ridstow</i>, and all +her crew were drowned, with the exception of +three sailors, a Russian friend, or rather +secretary, of Mr. Eyres, and a young petty +officer named Markham.</p> + +<p>“You see, the letters <span class="sc">stow</span> had given me +the clue. Clearly Markham, on receiving the +message on the morning of 2nd December, +was frightened, and when we analyse the +fragments of that message and try to +reconstruct the missing fragments, do we not get +something like this:</p> + +<p>“ ‘If <em>you lend a hand</em> in allowing the <i>Artemis</i> +to reach <em>Port Arthur safely</em>, and to land her +cargo there, I will no longer <em>hold my tongue</em> +about the events which occurred on board +the <i>Rid<span class="sc">stow</span></i>.’</p> + +<p>“Clearly the mysterious stranger had a +great hold over Captain Markham, for every +scrap of evidence, if you think it over, points +to his having been <em>frightened</em>. Did he not +beg the clerk to find some one else to meet +Captain Jutland in Portsmouth? He did +not wish <em>to lend a hand</em> in allowing the <i>Artemis</i> +to reach <em>Port Arthur safely</em>.</p> + +<p>“We must, therefore, take it that on board +the <i>Ridstow</i> some such tragedy was enacted +as, alas! is not of unfrequent occurrence. +The tragedy of a mutiny, a wholesale murder, +the robbery of the rich financier, the burning +of the yacht. Markham, then barely twenty, +was no doubt an unwilling, perhaps passive, +accomplice; one can trace the hand of a +cunning, daring Russian in the whole of this +mysterious tragedy.</p> + +<p>“Since then, Markham, through twenty +years’ faithful service of his country, had +tried to redeem the passive crime of his early +years. But then came the crisis: The +cunning leader of that bygone tragedy no +doubt kept a strong hand over his weaker +accomplices.</p> + +<p>“What happened to the other three we +do not know, but we have seen how terrified +Markham is of him, how he dare not resist +him, and when the mysterious Russian—some +Nihilist, no doubt, at war with his +own Government—wishes to deal his country +a terrible blow by possessing himself of the +plan of her most important harbour, so that +he might sell it to her enemies, Markham dare +not say him nay.</p> + +<p>“But mark what happens. Captain Markham +terrorised, confronted with a past crime, +threatened with exposure, is as wax in the +hands of his unscrupulous tormentor. But +beside him there is the saving presence of +his wife.”</p> + +<p>“His wife?” I gasped.</p> + +<p>“Yes, the woman! Did you think this +was a crime without the inevitable woman! +I sought her, and found her in Captain +Markham’s wife. To save her husband both +from falling a victim to his implacable +accomplice, and from committing another even +more heinous crime, she suggests the comedy +which was so cleverly enacted in the morning +of 3rd December.</p> + +<p>“When the landlady and her daughter saw +the jewel-case open on the table the evening +before, Markham was playing the first act of +the comedy invented by his wife. She had +the plan safely in her own keeping by then. +He pretended to agree to the Russian’s +demands, but showed him that he had not +then the plan in his possession, promising, +however, to deliver it up on the morrow.</p> + +<p>“Then in the morning, Mrs. Markham +helps to gag and strap her husband down; +he pretends to lie unconscious, and she goes +out carrying the jewel-case. Her brother, +Mr. Paulton, of course helps them both; +without him it would have been more difficult; +as it is, he takes charge of the jewel-case, +abstracts the plan and papers, and finally +meets Captain Jutland at the Hard, and hands +him over the plan of Port Arthur.</p> + +<p>“Thus through the wits of a clever and +devoted woman, not only are the <i>Artemis</i> +and her British crew saved, but Captain +Markham is effectually rid of the blackmailer, +who otherwise would have poisoned his life, +and probably out of revenge at being foiled, +have ruined his victim altogether.</p> + +<p>“To my mind, that was the neatest thing +in the whole plan. The general public +believed that Captain Markham (who +obviously at the instigation of his wife had +confided in Messrs. Mills and Co.) held his +tongue as to the safety of the <i>Artemis</i> merely +out of heroism, in order not to run her into +any further danger. Now, I maintain that +this was the masterstroke of that clever +woman’s plan.</p> + +<p>“By holding his tongue, by letting the +public fear for the safety of the British crew +and British ship, public feeling was stirred +to such a pitch of excitement that the Russian +now would never <em>dare</em> show himself. Not +only—by denouncing Captain Markham +now—would he never be even listened to for a +moment, but, if he came forward at all, if he +even showed himself, he would stand before +the British public self-convicted as the man +who had tried through the criminal process +of blackmail to terrorise an Englishman into +sending a British ship and thirty British +sailors to certain annihilation.</p> + +<p>“No; I think we may take it for granted +that the Russian will not dare to show his +face in England again.”</p> + +<p>And the funny creature was gone before I +could say another word.</p> + +</div> + +<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter" id="ch09-1"> + +<h2>IX. <br> The Disappearance of Count Collini</h2> + +<h3>Chapter I</h3> + +<p>He was very argumentative that morning; +whatever I said he invariably contradicted +flatly and at once, and we both had finally +succeeded in losing our temper.</p> + +<p>The man in the corner was riding one of +his favourite hobby-horses.</p> + +<p>“It is <em>impossible</em> for any person to +completely disappear in a civilised country,” +he said emphatically, “provided that person +has either friends or enemies of means and +substance, who are interested in finding his +or her whereabouts.”</p> + +<p>“Impossible is a sweeping word,” I rejoined.</p> + +<p>“None too big for the argument,” he +concluded, as he surveyed with evident pride +and pleasure a gigantic and complicated knot +which his bony fingers had just fashioned.</p> + +<p>“I think that, nevertheless, you should +not use it,” I said placidly. “It is not +<em>impossible</em>, though it may be very difficult to +disappear without leaving the slightest clue +or trace behind you.”</p> + +<p>“Prove it,” he said, with a snap of his thin +lips.</p> + +<p>“I can, quite easily.”</p> + +<p>“Now I know what is going on in your +mind,” said the uncanny creature, “you are +thinking of that case last autumn.”</p> + +<p>“Well, I was,” I admitted. “And you +cannot deny that Count Collini has +disappeared as effectually as if the sea had +swallowed him up—many people think it did.”</p> + +<p>“Many idiots, you mean,” he rejoined +dryly. “Yes, I knew you would quote that +case. It certainly was a curious one; all +the more so, perhaps, as there was no inquest, +no sensational police court proceedings, +nothing dramatic, in fact, save that strange +and wonderful disappearance.</p> + +<p>“I don’t know if you call to mind the whole +plot of that weird drama. There was Thomas +Checkfield, a retired biscuit baker of Reading, +who died leaving a comfortable fortune, +mostly invested in freehold property, and +amounting to about £80,000, to his only child, +Alice.</p> + +<p>“At the time of her father’s death, Alice +Checkfield was just eighteen, and at school +in Switzerland, where she had spent most of +her life. Old Checkfield had been a widower +ever since the birth of his daughter, and +seems to have led a very lonely and eccentric +life; leaving the girl at school abroad for +years, only going very occasionally to see +her, and seemingly having but little affection +for her.</p> + +<p>“The girl herself had not been home in +England since she was eight years old, and +even when old Checkfield was dying he would +not allow the girl to be apprised of his +impending death, and to be brought home to +a house of loneliness and mourning.</p> + +<p>“ ‘What’s the good of upsetting a young +girl, not eighteen,’ he said to his friend, Mr. +Turnour, ‘by letting her see all the sad +paraphernalia of death? She hasn’t seen +much of her old father anyway, and will soon +get over her loss, with young company round +her, to help her bear up.’</p> + +<p>“But though Thomas Checkfield cared +little enough for his daughter, when he died +he left his entire fortune to her, amounting +altogether to £80,000; and he appointed +his friend, Reginald Turnour, to be her trustee +and guardian until her marriage or until she +should attain her majority.</p> + +<p>“It was generally understood that the words +‘until her marriage’ were put in because +it had all along been arranged that Alice +should marry Hubert Turnour, Reginald’s +younger brother.</p> + +<p>“Hubert was old Checkfield’s godson, and +if the old man had any affection for anybody +it certainly was for Hubert. The latter had +been a great deal in his godfather’s house, +when he and Alice were both small children, +and had called each other ‘hubby’ and +‘wifey’ in play, when they were still in the +nursery. Later on, whenever old Checkfield +went abroad to see his daughter, he always +took Hubert with him, and a boy and girl +flirtation sprang up between the two young +people; a flirtation which had old +Checkfield’s complete approval, and no doubt he +looked upon their marriage as a <i>fait accompli</i>, +merely desiring the elder Mr. Turnour to +administer the girl’s fortune until then.</p> + +<p>“Hubert Turnour, at the time of the +subsequent tragedy, was a good-looking young +fellow, and by profession what is vaguely +known as a ‘commission agent.’ He lived in +London, where he had an office in a huge +block of buildings close to Cannon Street +Station.</p> + +<p>“There is no doubt that at the time of old +Checkfield’s death, Alice looked upon herself +as the young man’s <i>fiancée</i>. When the girl +reached her nineteenth year, it was at last +decided that she should leave school and +come to England. The question as to what +should be done with her until her majority, +or until she married Hubert, was a great +puzzle to Mr. Turnour. He was a bachelor, +who lived in comfortable furnished rooms in +Reading, and he did not at all relish the +idea of starting housekeeping for the sake of +his young ward, whom he had not seen since +she was out of the nursery, and whom he +looked upon as an intolerable nuisance.</p> + +<p>“Fortunately for him this vexed question +was most satisfactorily and unexpectedly +settled by Alice herself. She wrote to her +guardian, from Geneva, that a Mrs. Brackenbury, +the mother of her dearest schoolfellow +had asked her to come and live with them, +at any rate for a time, as this would be a +more becoming arrangement than that of a +young girl sharing a bachelor’s establishment.</p> + +<p>“Mr. Turnour seems to have hesitated +for some time: he was a conscientious sort +of man, who took his duties of guardianship +very seriously. What ultimately decided him, +however, was that his brother Hubert added +the weight of his eloquent letters of appeal to +those of Alice herself. Hubert naturally was +delighted at the idea of having his rich +<i>fiancée</i> under his eye in London, and after a +good deal of correspondence, Mr. Turnour +finally gave his consent, and Alice Checkfield +duly arrived from Switzerland in order to +make a prolonged stay in Mrs. Brackenbury’s +house.”</p> + +</div> + +<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter" id="ch09-2"> + +<h3>Chapter II</h3> + +<p>“All seems to have gone on happily and +smoothly for a time in Mrs. Brackenbury’s +pretty house in Kensington,” continued the +man in the corner. “Hubert Turnour was a +constant visitor there, and the two young +people seem to have had all the freedom of +an engaged couple.</p> + +<p>“Alice Checkfield was in no sense of the +word an attractive girl; she was not +good-looking, and no effort on Mrs. Brackenbury’s +part could succeed in making her look stylish. +Still, Hubert Turnour seemed quite satisfied, +and the girl herself ready enough at first to +continue the boy and girl flirtation as of old.</p> + +<p>“Soon, however, as time went on, things +began to change. Now that Alice had become +mistress of a comfortable fortune, there were +plenty of people ready to persuade her that a +‘commission agent,’ with but vague business +prospects, was not half good enough for her, +and that her £80,000 entitled her to more +ambitious matrimonial hopes. Needless to +say that in these counsels Mrs. Brackenbury +was very much to the fore.</p> + +<p>“She lived in Kensington, and had social +ambitions, foremost among which was to see +her daughter’s bosom friend married to, at +least, a baronet, if not a peer.</p> + +<p>“A young girl’s head is quickly turned. +Within six months of her stay in London, +Alice was giving Hubert Turnour the cold +shoulder, and the young man had soon +realised that she was trying to get out of her +engagement.</p> + +<p>“Scarcely had Alice reached her twentieth +birthday, than she gave her erstwhile <i>fiancé</i> +his formal <i>congé</i>.</p> + +<p>“At first Hubert seems to have taken +his discomfiture very much to heart. £80,000 +were not likely to come his way again in a +hurry. According to Mrs. Brackenbury’s +servants, there were one or two violent scenes +between him and Alice, until finally Mrs. +Brackenbury herself was forced to ask the +young man to discontinue his visits.</p> + +<p>“It was soon after that that Alice Checkfield +first met Count Collini at one of the +brilliant subscription dances given by the +Italian colony in London, the winter before +last. Mrs. Brackenbury was charmed with +him, Alice Checkfield was enchanted! The +Count, having danced with Alice half the +evening, was allowed to pay his respects at +the house in Kensington.</p> + +<p>“He seemed to be extremely well off, for +he was staying at the Carlton, and, after +one or two calls on Mrs. Brackenbury, he +began taking the ladies to theatres and +concerts, always presenting them with the +choicest and most expensive flowers, and +paying them various other equally costly +attentions.</p> + +<p>“Mrs. and Miss Brackenbury welcomed +the Count with open arms (figuratively +speaking). Alice was shy, but apparently over +head and ears in love at first sight.</p> + +<p>“At first Mrs. Brackenbury did her best +to keep this new acquaintanceship a secret +from Hubert Turnour. I suppose that the +old matchmaker feared another unpleasant +scene. But the inevitable soon happened. +Hubert, contrite, perhaps still hopeful, called +at the house one day, when the Count was +there, and, according to the story +subsequently told by Miss Brackenbury herself, +there was a violent scene between him and +Alice. As soon as the fascinating foreigner +had gone, Hubert reproached his <i>fiancée</i> for +her fickleness in no measured language, and +there was a good deal of evidence to prove +that he then and there swore to be even with +the man who had supplanted him in her +affections. There was nothing to do then but +for Mrs. Brackenbury to ‘burn her boats.’ +She peremptorily ordered Hubert out of +her house, and admitted that Count Collini +was a suitor, favoured by herself, for the hand +of Alice Checkfield.</p> + +<p>“You see, I am bound to give you all these +details of the situation,” continued the man +in the corner, with his bland smile, “so that +you may better form a judgment as to the +subsequent fate of Count Collini. From the +description which Mrs. Brackenbury herself +subsequently gave to the police, the Count +was then in the prime of life; of a dark olive +complexion, dark eyes, extremely black hair +and moustache. He had a very slight limp, +owing to an accident he had had in early +youth, which made his walk and general +carriage unusual and distinctly noticeable. +His was certainly not a personality that +could pass unperceived in a crowd.</p> + +<p>“Hubert Turnour, furious and heartsick, +wrote letter after letter to his brother, to ask +him to interfere on his behalf; this Mr. +Turnour did, to the best of his ability, but +he had to deal with an ambitious matchmaker +and with a girl in love, and it is small +wonder that he signally failed. Alice +Checkfield by now had become deeply enamoured +of her Count, his gallantries flattered her +vanity, his title and the accounts he gave of +his riches and his estates in Italy fascinated +her, and she declared that she would marry +him, either with or without her guardian’s +consent, either at once, or as soon as she had +attained her majority, and was mistress of +herself and of her fortune.</p> + +<p>“Mr. Turnour did all he could to prevent +this absurd marriage. Being a sensible, +middle-class Britisher, he had no respect for +foreign titles, and little belief in foreign +wealth. He wrote the most urgent letters to +Alice, warning her against a man whom he +firmly believed to be an impostor; finally, +he flatly refused to give his consent to the +marriage.</p> + +<p>“Thus a few months went by. The Count +had been away in Italy all through the winter +and spring, and returned to London for the +season, apparently more enamoured with the +Reading biscuit baker’s daughter than ever. +Alice Checkfield was then within nine months +of her twenty-first birthday, and determined +to marry the Count. She openly defied her +guardian.</p> + +<p>“ ‘Nothing,’ she wrote to him, ‘would +ever induce me to marry Hubert.’</p> + +<p>“I suppose it was this which finally induced +Mr. Turnour to give up all opposition to the +marriage. Seeing that his brother’s chances +were absolutely <i>nil</i>, and that Alice was within +nine months of her majority, he no doubt +thought all further argument useless, and +with great reluctance finally gave his consent.</p> + +<p>“The marriage, owing to the difference +of religion, was to be performed before a +registrar, and was finally fixed to take place +on 22nd October, 1903, which was just a +week after Alice’s twenty-first birthday.</p> + +<p>“Of course the question of Alice’s fortune +immediately cropped up: she desired her +money in cash, as her husband was taking +her over to live in Italy, where she desired +to make all further investments. She, +therefore, asked Mr. Turnour to dispose of her +freehold property for her. There again Mr. +Turnour hesitated, and argued, but once he +had given his consent to the marriage, all +opposition was useless, more especially as +Mrs. Brackenbury’s solicitors had drawn up +a very satisfactory marriage settlement, which +the Count himself had suggested, by which +Alice was to retain sole use and control of her +own private fortune.</p> + +<p>“The marriage was then duly performed +before a registrar on that 22nd of October, +and Alice Checkfield could henceforth style +herself Countess Collini. The young couple +were to start for Italy almost directly, but +meant to spend a day or two at Dover quietly +together. There were, however, one or two +tiresome legal formalities to go through. Mr. +Turnour had, by Alice’s desire, handed over +the sum of £80,000 in notes to her solicitor, +Mr. R. W. Stanford. Mr. Stanford had gone +down to Reading two days before the +marriage, had received the money from Mr. +Turnour, and then called upon the new +Countess, and formally handed her over her +fortune in Bank of England notes.</p> + +<p>“Then it was necessary, in view of +immediate and future arrangements, to change +the English money into foreign, which the +Count and his young wife did themselves +that afternoon.</p> + +<p>“At 5 o’clock p.m. they started for Dover, +accompanied by Mrs. Brackenbury, who +desired to see the last of her young friend, +prior to the latter’s departure for abroad. +The Count had engaged a magnificent suite +of rooms at the Lord Warden Hotel, and +thither the party proceeded.</p> + +<p>“So far, you see,” added the man in the +corner, “the story is of the utmost simplicity. +You might even call it commonplace. A +foreign Count, an ambitious matchmaker, +and a credulous girl; these form the +ingredients of many a domestic drama, that +culminates at the police courts. But at this +point this particular drama becomes more +complicated, and, if you remember, ends in +one of the strangest mysteries that has ever +baffled the detective forces on both sides of +the Channel.”</p> + +</div> + +<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter" id="ch09-3"> + +<h3>Chapter III</h3> + +<p>The man in the corner paused in his narrative. +I could see that he was coming to the palpitating +part of the story, for his fingers fidgeted +incessantly with that bit of string.</p> + +<p>“Hubert Turnour, as you may imagine,” +he continued after a while, “did not take +his final discomfiture very quietly. He was +a very violent-tempered young man, and it +was certainly enough to make any one cross. +According to Mrs. Brackenbury’s servants +he used most threatening language in reference +to Count Collini; and on one occasion was +with difficulty prevented from personally +assaulting the Count in the hall of Mrs. +Brackenbury’s pretty Kensington house.</p> + +<p>“Count Collini finally had to threaten +Hubert Turnour with the police court: this +seemed to have calmed the young man’s +nerves somewhat, for he kept quite quiet +after that, ceased to call on Mrs. Brackenbury, +and subsequently sent the future Countess a +wedding present.</p> + +<p>“When the Count and Countess Collini, +accompanied by Mrs. Brackenbury, arrived +at the Lord Warden, Alice found a letter +awaiting her there. It was from Hubert +Turnour. In it he begged for forgiveness +for all the annoyance he had caused her, +hoped that she would always look upon him +as a friend, and finally expressed a strong +desire to see her once more before her +departure for abroad, saying that he would be +in Dover either this same day or the next, +and would give himself the pleasure of calling +upon her and her husband.</p> + +<p>“Effectively at about eight o’clock, when +the wedding party was just sitting down to +dinner, Hubert Turnour was announced. +Every one was most cordial to him, agreeing +to let bygones be bygones: the Count, +especially, was most genial and pleasant +towards his former rival, and insisted upon +his staying and dining with them.</p> + +<p>“Later on in the evening, Hubert Turnour +took an affectionate leave of the ladies, +Count Collini offering to walk back with him +to the Grand Hotel, where he was staying. +The two men went out together, and—well! +you know the rest!—for that was the last +the young Countess Collini ever saw of her +husband. He disappeared as effectually, +as completely, as if the sea had swallowed +him up.</p> + +<p>“ ‘And so it had,’ say the public,” continued +the man in the corner, after a slight +pause, “that delicious, short-sighted, +irresponsible public is wondering, to this day, +why Hubert Turnour was not hung for the +murder of that Count Collini.”</p> + +<p>“Well! and why wasn’t he?” I retorted.</p> + +<p>“For the very simple reason,” he replied, +“that in this country you cannot hang a man +for murder unless there is proof positive +that a murder has been committed. Now, +there was absolutely no proof that the Count +was murdered at all. What happened was +this: the Countess Collini and Mrs. Brackenbury +became anxious as time went on and the +Count did not return. One o’clock, then two +in the morning, and their anxiety became +positive alarm. At last, as Alice was verging +on hysterics, Mrs. Brackenbury, in spite of +the lateness of the hour, went round to the +police station.</p> + +<p>“It was, of course, too late to do anything +in the middle of the night; the constable +on duty tried to reassure the unfortunate +lady, and promised to send word round to +the Lord Warden at the earliest possible +opportunity in the morning.</p> + +<p>“Mrs. Brackenbury went back with a +heavy heart. No doubt Mr. Turnour’s +sensible letters from Reading recurred to her +mind. She had already ascertained from +the distracted bride that the Count had +taken the strange precaution to keep in his +own pocket-book the £80,000, now converted +into French and Italian banknotes, and Mrs. +Brackenbury feared not so much that he +had met with some accident, but that he +had absconded with the whole of his +girl-wife’s fortune.</p> + +<p>“The next morning brought but scanty +news. No one answering to the Count’s +description had met with an accident during +the night, or been conveyed to a hospital, +and no one answering his description had +crossed over to Calais or Ostend by the night +boats. Moreover, Hubert Turnour, who +presumably had last been in Count Collini’s +company, had left Dover for town by the +boat train at 1.50 a.m.</p> + +<p>“Then the search began in earnest after +the missing man, and primarily Hubert +Turnour was subjected to the closest and +most searching cross-examination, by one of +the most able men on our detective staff, +Inspector Macpherson.</p> + +<p>“Hubert Turnour’s story was briefly this: +He had strolled about on the parade with +Count Collini for a while. It was a very +blustery night, the wind blowing a regular +gale, and the sea was rolling gigantic waves, +which looked magnificent, as there was +brilliant moonlight. ‘Soon after ten o’clock,’ +he continued, ‘the Count and I went back +to the Grand Hotel, and we had whiskies +and sodas up in my room, and a bit of a +chat until past eleven o’clock. Then he said +good-night and went off.’</p> + +<p>“ ‘You saw him down to the hall, of +course?’ asked the detective.</p> + +<p>“ ‘No, I did not,’ replied Hubert Turnour. +‘I had a few letters to write, and meant +to catch the 1.50 a.m. back to town.’</p> + +<p>“ ‘How long were you in Dover +altogether?’ asked Macpherson carelessly.</p> + +<p>“ ‘Only a few hours. I came down in the +afternoon.’</p> + +<p>“ ‘Strange, is it not, that you should have +taken a room with a private sitting-room +at an expensive hotel, just for those few +hours?’</p> + +<p>“ ‘Not at all. I originally meant to stay +longer. And my expenses are nobody’s +business, I take it,’ replied Hubert Turnour, +with some show of temper. ‘Anyway,’ he +added impatiently, after a while, ‘if you +choose to disbelieve me, you can make +inquiries at the hotel, and ascertain if I have +told the truth.’</p> + +<p>“Undoubtedly he had spoken the truth; +at any rate, to that extent. Inquiries at the +Grand Hotel went to prove that he had +arrived there in the early part of the +afternoon, had engaged a couple of rooms, and +then gone out. Soon after ten o’clock in +the evening he came in, accompanied by a +gentleman, whose description, as given by +three witnesses, <i>employés</i> of the hotel, who +saw him, corresponded exactly with that of +the Count.</p> + +<p>“Together the two gentlemen went up to +Mr. Hubert Turnour’s rooms, and at half-past +ten they ordered whisky to be taken +up to them. But at this point all trace of +Count Collini had completely vanished. The +passengers arriving by the 10.49 boat train, +and who had elected to spend the night in +Dover, owing to the gale, had crowded up +and filled the hall.</p> + +<p>“No one saw Count Collini leave the +Grand Hotel. But Mr. Hubert Turnour came +down into the hall at about half-past eleven. +He said he would be leaving by the 1.50 a.m. +boat train for town, but would walk round +to the station as he only had a small bag with +him. He paid his account, then waited in +the coffee-room until it was time to go.</p> + +<p>“And there the matter has remained. +Mrs. Brackenbury has spent half her own +fortune in trying to trace the missing man. +She has remained perfectly convinced that +he slipped across the Channel, taking Alice +Checkfield’s money with him. But, as you +know, at all ports of call on the South Coast, +detectives are perpetually on the watch. +The Count was a man of peculiar appearance, +and there is no doubt that no one +answering to his description crossed over to +France or Belgium that night. By the +following morning the detectives on both sides +of the Channel were on the alert. There is +no disguise that would have held good. If +the Count had tried to cross over, he would +have been spotted either on board or on +landing; and we may take it as an absolute +and positive certainty that he did not cross +the Channel.</p> + +<p>“He remained in England, but in that +case, where is he? You would be the first +to admit that, with the whole of our detective +staff at his heels, it seems incredible that a +man of the Count’s singular appearance could +hide himself so completely as to baffle +detection. Moreover, the question at once +arises, that if he did not cross over to France +or Belgium, what in the world did he do +with the money? What was the use of +disappearing and living the life of a hunted +beast hiding for his life, with £80,000 worth +of foreign money, which was practically +useless to him?</p> + +<p>“Now, I told you from the first,” +concluded the man in the corner, with a dry +chuckle, “that this strange episode contained +no sensational incident, nor dramatic inquest +or criminal procedure. Merely the complete, +total disappearance, one may almost call it +extinction, of a striking-looking man, in the +midst of our vaunted civilisation, and in spite +of the untiring energy and constant watch of +a whole staff of able men.”</p> + +</div> + +<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter" id="ch09-4"> + +<h3>Chapter IV</h3> + +<p>“Very well, then,” I retorted in triumph, +“that proves that Hubert Turnour murdered +Count Collini out of revenge, not for greed +of money, and probably threw the body of +his victim, together with the foreign +banknotes, into the sea.”</p> + +<p>“But where? When? How?” he asked, +smiling good-humouredly at me over his +great bone-rimmed spectacles.</p> + +<p>“Ah! that I don’t know.”</p> + +<p>“No, I thought not,” he rejoined placidly. +“You had, I think, forgotten one incident, +namely, that Hubert Turnour, accompanied +by the Count, was in the former’s room at +the Grand Hotel drinking whisky at half-past +ten o’clock. You must admit that, even +though the hall of the hotel was very crowded +later on, a man would nevertheless find it +somewhat difficult to convey the body of +his murdered enemy through a whole +concourse of people.”</p> + +<p>“He did not murder the Count in the +hotel,” I argued. “The two men walked +out again, when the hall was crowded, and +they passed unnoticed. Hubert Turnour led +the Count to a lonely part of the cliffs, then +threw him into the sea.”</p> + +<p>“The nearest point at which the cliffs +might be called ‘lonely’ for purposes of a +murder, is at least twenty minutes’ walk +from the Grand Hotel,” he said, with a smile, +“always supposing that the Count walked +quickly and willingly to such a lonely spot +at eleven o’clock at night, and with a man +who had already, more than once, threatened +his life. Mr. Hubert Turnour, remember, +was seen in the hall of the hotel at half-past +eleven, after which hour he only left the hotel +to go to the station after 1 o’clock a.m.</p> + +<p>“The hall was crowded by the passengers +from the boat train a little after eleven. +There was no time between that and half-past +to lead even a willing enemy to the +slaughter, throw him into the sea, and come +back again, all in the space of five-and-twenty +minutes.”</p> + +<p>“Then what is your explanation of that +extraordinary disappearance?” I retorted, +beginning to feel very cross about it all.</p> + +<p>“A simple one,” he rejoined quietly, as +he once more began to fidget with his bit of +string. “A very simple one indeed; namely, +that Count Collini, at the present moment, +is living comfortably in England, calmly +awaiting a favourable opportunity of changing +his foreign money back into English notes.”</p> + +<p>“But you say yourself that that is +impossible, as the most able detectives in +England are on the watch for him.”</p> + +<p>“They are on the watch for a certain +Count Collini,” he said drily, “who might +disguise himself, perhaps, but whose hidden +identity would sooner or later be discovered +by one of these intelligent human +bloodhounds.”</p> + +<p>“Yes? Well?” I asked.</p> + +<p>“Well, that Count Collini never existed. +It was <em>his</em> personality that was the disguise. +Now it is thrown off. The Count is not dead, +he is not hiding, but has merely ceased to +exist. There is no fear that he will ever +come to life again. Mr. Turnour senior will +see to that.”</p> + +<p>“Mr. Turnour!” I ejaculated.</p> + +<p>“Why, yes,” he rejoined excitedly; “do +you mean to tell me you never saw through +it all? The money lying in his hands; his +brother about to wed the rich heiress; then +Mrs. Brackenbury’s matrimonial ambitions, +Alice Checkfield’s coldness to Hubert Turnour, +the golden prize slipping away right out of +the family for ever. Then the scheme was +evolved by those two scoundrels, who deserve +to be called geniuses in their criminal way. +It could not be managed, except by +collaboration, but as it was, the scheme was +perfect in conception, and easy of execution.</p> + +<p>“Remember that disguise <em>previous</em> to a +crime is always fairly safe from detection, +for then it has no suspicion to contend against, +it merely deceives those who have no cause +to be otherwise <em>but</em> deceived. Mrs. Brackenbury +lived in London, Reginald Turnour in +Reading; they did not know each other +personally, nor did they know each other’s +friends, of course; whilst Alice Checkfield +had not seen her guardian since she was +quite a child.</p> + +<p>“Then the disguise was so perfect. I +went down to Reading, some little time ago, +and Reginald Turnour was pointed out to me: +he is a Scotchman, with very light, sandy +hair. That face clean shaved, made swarthy, +the hair, eyebrows, and lashes dyed a jet +black, would render him absolutely unrecognisable. +Add to this the fact that a foreign +accent completely changes the voice, and +that the slight limp was a masterstroke of +genius to hide the general carriage.</p> + +<p>“Then the winter came round; it was, +perhaps, important that Mr. Turnour should +not be absent too long from Reading, for +fear of exciting suspicion there; and the +scoundrel played his part with marvellous +skill. Can’t you see him yourself leaving +the Carlton Hotel, ostensibly going abroad, +driving to Charing Cross, but only booking +to Cannon Street.</p> + +<p>“Then getting out at that crowded station +and slipping round to his brother’s office +in one of those huge blocks of buildings +where there is perpetual coming and going, +and where any individual would easily pass +unperceived.</p> + +<p>“There, with the aid of a little soap and +water, Mr. Turnour resumed his Scotch +appearance, went on to Reading, and spent +winter and spring there, only returning to +London to make a formal proposal, as Count +Collini, for Alice Checkfield’s hand. Hubert +Turnour’s office was undoubtedly the place +where he changed his identity, from that of +the British middle-class man, to the +interesting personality of the Italian nobleman.</p> + +<p>“He had, of course, to repeat the journey +to Reading a day or two before his wedding, +in order to hand over his ward’s fortune to +Mrs. Brackenbury’s solicitor. Then there +were the supposed rows between Hubert +Turnour and his rival; the letters of warning +from the guardian, for which Hubert no +doubt journeyed down to Reading, in order +to post them there: all this was dust thrown +into the eyes of two credulous ladies.</p> + +<p>“After that came the wedding, the meeting +with Hubert Turnour, who, you see, was +obliged to take a room in one of the big +hotels, wherein, with more soap and water, +the Italian Count could finally disappear. +When the hall of the hotel was crowded, the +sandy-haired Scotchman slipped out of it +quite quietly: he was not remarkable, and +no one specially noticed him. Since then +the hue and cry has been after a dark Italian, +who limps, and speaks broken English; and +it has never struck any one that such a person +never existed.</p> + +<p>“Mr. Turnour is fairly safe by now; and +we may take it for granted that he will not +seek the acquaintanceship of the Brackenburys, +whilst Alice Checkfield is no longer +his ward. He will wait a year or two longer +perhaps, then he and Hubert will begin +quietly to re-convert their foreign money into +English notes—they will take frequent little +trips abroad, and gradually change the money +at the various <i>bureaux de change</i>, on the +Continent.</p> + +<p>“Think of it all—it is so simple—not even +dramatic, only the work of a genius from +first to last, worthy of a better cause, perhaps, +but undoubtedly worthy of success.”</p> + +<p>He was gone, leaving me quite bewildered. +Yet the disappearance had always puzzled +me, and now I felt that that animated +scarecrow had found the true explanation of it +after all.</p> + +</div> + +<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter" id="ch10-1"> + +<h2>X. <br> The Ayrsham Mystery</h2> + +<h3>Chapter I</h3> + +<p>“I have never had a great opinion of our +detective force here in England,” said the +man in the corner, in his funny, gentle, +apologetic manner, “but the way that +department mismanaged the affair at Ayrsham +simply passes comprehension.”</p> + +<p>“Indeed?” I said, with all the quiet +dignity I could command. “It is a pity +they did not consult you in the matter, +wasn’t it?”</p> + +<p>“It is a pity,” he retorted with aggravating +meekness, “that they do not use a little +common sense. The case resembles that of +Columbus’ egg, and is every bit as simple.</p> + +<p>“It was one evening last October, wasn’t +it? that two labourers, walking home from +Ayrsham village, turned down a lane, which, +it appears, is a short cut to the block of +cottages some distance off, where they lodged.</p> + +<p>“The night was very dark, and there was +a nasty drizzle in the air. In the picturesque +vernacular of the two labourers, ‘You couldn’t +see your ’and before your eyes.’ Suddenly +they stumbled over the body of a man lying +right across the path.</p> + +<p>“ ‘At first we thought ’e was drunk,’ +explained one of them subsequently, ‘but +when we took a look at ’im, we soon saw +there was something very wrong. Me and +my mate turned ’im over, and “foul play” +we both says at once. Then we see that it +was Old Man Newton. Poor chap, ’e was +dead, and no mistake.’</p> + +<p>“Old Man Newton, as he was universally +called by his large circle of acquaintances, +was very well known throughout the entire +neighbourhood, most particularly at every +inn and public bar for some miles around.</p> + +<p>“He also kept a local sweet-stuff shop at +Ayrsham. No wonder that the men were +horrified at finding him in such a terrible +condition; even in their uneducated minds +there could be no doubt that the old man +had been murdered, for his skull had been +literally shattered by a fearful blow, dealt +him from behind by some powerful assailant.</p> + +<p>“Whilst the labourers were cogitating as +to what they had better do next, they heard +footsteps also turning into the lane, and the +next moment Samuel Holder, a well-known +inhabitant of Ayrsham, arrived upon the +scene.</p> + +<p>“ ‘Hello! is that you, Mat Newton?’ +shouted Samuel, as he came near.</p> + +<p>“ ‘Ay! ’tis Old Man Newton, right +enough,’ replied one of the labourers, ‘but +’e won’t answer you no more.’</p> + +<p>“Samuel Holder seemed absolutely horrified +when he saw the body of Old Man Newton; +he uttered various ejaculations, which +the two labourers, however, did not take +special notice of at the time.</p> + +<p>“Then the three men held a brief consultation +together, with the result that one +of them ran back to Ayrsham village to fetch +the local police, whilst the two others +remained in the lane to guard the body.</p> + +<p>“The mystery—for it seemed one from +the first—created a great deal of sensation +in Ayrsham and all round the neighbourhood, +and much sympathy was felt for, and shown +to Mary Newton, the murdered man’s only +child, a young girl about two-or-three-and-twenty, +who, moreover, was in ill-health.</p> + +<p>“True, Old Man Newton was not a satisfactory +protector for a young girl. He was +very much addicted to drink; he neglected +the little bit of local business he had; and, +moreover, had recently shamefully ill-treated +his daughter, the neighbours testifying to +the many and loud quarrels that occurred +in the small back parlour behind the +sweet-stuff shop.</p> + +<p>“A case of murder—the moment an +element of mystery hovers around it—immediately +excites the attention of the newspaper-reading +public, who is always seeking +for new sensations.</p> + +<p>“Very soon the history of Old Man Newton +and of his daughter found its way into the +London and provincial dailies, and the +Ayrsham murder became a topic of +all-absorbing interest.</p> + +<p>“It appears that Old Man Newton was +at one time a highly respectable local +tradesman, always in a very small way, as there +is not much business doing at Ayrsham. It +is a poor and straggling village, although +its railway station is an important junction +on the Midland system.</p> + +<p>“There is some very good shooting in the +neighbourhood, and about four or five years +ago some of it, together with ‘The Limes,’ +a pretty house just outside the village, was +rented for the autumn by Mr. Ledbury and +his brother.</p> + +<p>“You know the firm of Ledbury and Co., +do you not; the great small arms +manufacturers? The elder Mr. Ledbury was the +recipient of Birthday honours last year, and +is the present Lord Walterton; his younger +brother, Mervin, was in those days, and is +still, a handsome young fellow in the Hussars.</p> + +<p>“At the time—I mean about five years +ago—Mary Newton was the local beauty of +Ayrsham; she did a little dressmaking in +her odd moments, but it appears that she +spent most of her time in flirting. She was +nominally engaged to be married to Samuel +Holder, a young carpenter, but there was +a good deal of scandal talked about her, +for she was thought to be very fast; village +gossip coupled her name with that of several +young men in the neighbourhood, who were +known to have paid the village beauty +marked attention, and among these admirers +of Mary Newton during the autumn of which +I am speaking, young Mr. Mervin Ledbury +figured conspicuously.</p> + +<p>“Be that as it may, certain it is that +Mary Newton had a very bad reputation +among the scandalmongers of Ayrsham, and +though everybody was shocked, no one was +astonished when one fine day in the winter +following she suddenly left her father and +her home, and went no one knew whither. +She left, it appears, a very pathetic letter +behind, begging for her father’s forgiveness, +and that of Samuel Holder, whom she was +jilting, but she was going to marry a gentleman +above them all in station, and was going +to be a real lady; then only would she +return home.</p> + +<p>“A very unusual village tragedy, as you see. +Four years went by, and Mary Newton did +not return home. As time went by and +with it no news of his daughter, Old Man +Newton took her disappearance very much +to heart. He began to neglect his business, +and then his house, which became dirty and +ill-kept by an occasional charwoman who +would do a bit of promiscuous tidying for +him from time to time. He was ill-tempered, +sullen, and morose, and very soon became +hopelessly addicted to drink.</p> + +<p>“Then suddenly, as unexpectedly as she +had gone, Mary Newton returned to her +home one fine day, after an absence of four +years. What had become of her in the +interim, no one in the village ever knew; +she was generally supposed to have earned a +living by dressmaking, until her failing health +had driven her well nigh to starvation, and +then back to the home and her father she +had so heedlessly left.</p> + +<p>“Needless to say that all the talk of her +‘marriage with a gentleman above her in +station’ was entirely at an end. As for +Old Man Newton, he seems after his daughter’s +return to have become more sullen and +morose than ever, and the neighbours now +busied themselves with talk of the fearful +rows which frequently occurred in the back +parlour of the little sweet-stuff shop.</p> + +<p>“Father and daughter seemed to be leading +a veritable cat-and-dog life together. Old +Man Newton was hardly ever sober, and at +the village inns he threw out weird and +strange hints about ‘breach of promise actions +with £5,000 damages, which his daughter +would get, if only he knew where to lay +hands upon the scoundrel.’</p> + +<p>“He also made vague and wholly useless +enquiries about young Mervin Ledbury, but +in a sleepy, out-of-the-way village like +Ayrsham, no one knows anything about what +goes on beyond a narrow five-mile radius at +most. ‘The Limes’ and the shooting were +let to different tenants year after year, and +neither Lord Walterton nor Mr. Mervin +Ledbury had ever rented them again.”</p> + +</div> + +<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter" id="ch10-2"> + +<h3>Chapter II</h3> + +<p>“That was the past history of Old Newton,” +continued the man in the corner, after a +brief pause, “that is to say, of the man who +on a dark night last October was found +murdered in a lonely lane, not far from +Ayrsham. The public, as you may well +imagine, took a very keen interest in the +case from the outset: the story of Mary +Newton, of the threatened breach of promise, +of the £5,000 damages, roused masses of +conjecture to which no one has yet dared +to give definite shape.</p> + +<p>“One name, however, had already been +whispered significantly, that of Mr. Mervin +Ledbury, the young Hussar, one of Mary +Newton’s admirers at the very time she left +home in order, as she said, to be married +to some one above her in station.</p> + +<p>“Many thinking people, too, wanted to +know what Samuel Holder, Mary’s jilted +<i>fiancé</i>, was doing close to the scene of the +murder that night, and how he came to +make the remark: ‘Hello! Is that you, +Mat Newton?’ when the Old Man lived +nearly half-a-mile away, and really had no +cause for being in that particular lane, at +that hour of the night in the drizzling rain.</p> + +<p>“The inquest, which, for want of other +accommodation, was held at the local police +station, was, as you may imagine, very +largely attended.</p> + +<p>“I had read a brief statement of the case +in the London papers, and had hurried down +to Ayrsham Junction, as I scented a mystery, +and knew I should enjoy myself.</p> + +<p>“When I got there, the room was already +packed, and the medical evidence was being +gone through.</p> + +<p>“Old Man Newton, it appears, had been +knocked on the head by a heavily-loaded +cane, which was found in the ditch close to +the murdered man’s body.</p> + +<p>“The cane was produced in court; it +was as stout as an old-fashioned club, and +of terrific weight. The man who wielded it +must have been very powerful, for he had +only dealt one blow, but that blow had +cracked the old man’s skull. The cane was +undoubtedly of foreign make, for it had a +solid silver ferrule at one end, which was not +English hall-marked.</p> + +<p>“In the opinion of the medical expert, +death was the result of the blow, and must +have been almost instantaneous.</p> + +<p>“The labourers who first came across the +body of the murdered man then repeated +their story; they had nothing new to add, +and their evidence was of no importance. +But after that there was some stir in the court. +Samuel Holder had been called and sworn +to tell the whole truth, and nothing but the +truth.</p> + +<p>“He was a youngish, heavily-built man of +about five-and-thirty, with a nervous, not +altogether prepossessing expression of face. +Pressed by the coroner, he gave us a few +details of Old Man Newton’s earlier history, +such as I have already told you.</p> + +<p>“ ‘Old Mat,’ he explained, with some +hesitation, ‘was for ever wanting to find +out who the gentleman was who had promised +marriage to Mary four years ago. But Mary +was that obstinate, and wouldn’t tell him, +and this exasperated the old man terribly, +so that they had many rows on the subject.’</p> + +<p>“ ‘I suppose,’ said the coroner tentatively, +‘that you never knew who that gentleman +was?’</p> + +<p>“Samuel Holder seemed to hesitate for a +moment. His manner became even more +nervous than before; he shifted his position +from one foot to the other; finally, he +said:</p> + +<p>“ ‘I don’t know as I ought to say, but——’</p> + +<p>“ ‘I am quite sure that you must tell us +everything you know which might throw +light upon this extraordinary and terrible +murder,’ retorted the coroner sternly.</p> + +<p>“ ‘Well,’ replied Samuel Holder, whilst +great beads of perspiration stood out upon +his forehead, ‘Mary never would give up +the letters she had had from him, and she +would not hear anything about a breach +of promise case and £5,000 damages; but +old Mat ’e often says to me, says ’e, “It’s +young Mr. Ledbury,” ’e says, “she’s told +me that once. I got it out of ’er, and if I +only knew where to find ’im——” ’</p> + +<p>“ ‘You are quite sure of this?’ asked the +coroner, for Holder had paused, and seemed +quite horrified at the enormity of what he had +said.</p> + +<p>“ ‘Yes—yes—your worship—your honour——’ +stammered Holder. ‘ ’E’s told me +’twas young Mr. Ledbury times out of +count, and——’</p> + +<p>“But Samuel Holder here completely broke +down; he seemed unable to speak, his lips +twitched convulsively, and the coroner, +fearing that the man would faint, had him +conveyed into the next room to recover himself, +whilst another witness was brought forward.</p> + +<p>“This was Michael Pitkin, landlord of the +Fernhead Arms, at Ayrsham, who had been +on very intimate terms with old Newton +during the four years which elapsed after +Mary’s disappearance. He had a very curious +story to tell, which aroused public +excitement to its highest pitch.</p> + +<p>“It appears that to him also the old man +had often confided the fact that it was Mr. +Ledbury who had promised to marry Mary, +and then had shamefully left her stranded +and moneyless in London.</p> + +<p>“ ‘But, of course,’ added the jovial and +pleasant-looking landlord of the Fernhead +Arms, ‘the likes of us down here didn’t know +what became of Mr. Ledbury after he left +“The Limes,” until one day I reads in the +local paper that Sir John Fernhead’s daughter +is going to be married to Captain Mervin +Ledbury. Of course, your honour and me, +and all of us know Sir John, our squire, +down at Fernhead Towers, and I says to +old Mat: “It strikes me,” I says, “that +you’ve got your man.” Sure enough it was +the same Mr. Ledbury who rented “The +Limes” years ago, who was engaged to the +young lady up at the Towers, and last week +there was grand doings there—lords and +ladies and lots of quality staying there, and +also the Captain.’</p> + +<p>“ ‘Well?’ asked the coroner eagerly, whilst +every one held their breath, wondering what +was to come.</p> + +<p>“ ‘Well,’ continued Michael Pitkin, ‘Old +Man Newton went down to the Towers one +day. ’E was determined to see young Mr. +Ledbury, and went. What ’appened I don’t +know, for old Mat wouldn’t tell me, but he +came back mighty furious from ’is visit, and +swore ’e would ruin the young man and make +no end of a scandal, and he would bring the +law agin’ ’im and get £5,000 damages.’</p> + +<p>“This story, embellished, of course, by +many details, was the gist of what the worthy +landlord of the Fernhead Arms had to say, +but you may imagine how every one’s +excitement and curiosity was aroused; in the +meanwhile Samuel Holder was getting over +his nervousness, and was more ready to give +a clear account of what happened on the +fatal night itself.</p> + +<p>“ ‘It was about nine o’clock,’ he explained, +in answer to the coroner, ‘and I was hurrying +back to Ayrsham, through the fields; it +was dark and raining, and I was about to +strike across the hedge into the lane when +I heard voices—a woman’s, then a man’s. +Of course, I could see nothing, and the man +spoke in a whisper, but I had recognised +Mary’s voice quite plainly. She kept on +saying: “ ’Tisn’t my fault!” she says, “it’s +father’s, ’e has made up ’is mind. I held +out as long as I could, but ’e worried me, +and now ’e’s got your letters, and it’s too +late.” ’</p> + +<p>“Samuel Holder again paused a moment, +then continued:</p> + +<p>“ ‘They talked together for a long time: +Mary seemed very upset and the man very +angry. Presently ’e says to ’er: “Well, +tell your father to come out here and speak +to me for a moment. I’ll see what I can do.” +Mary seemed to ’esitate for a time, then she +went away, and the man waited there in the +drizzling rain, with me the other side of the +’edge watchin’ ’im. I waited for a long time, +for I wanted to know what was going to +’appen; then time went on. I thought +perhaps that old Mat was at the Fernhead +Arms, and that Mary couldn’t find ’im, so +I went back to Ayrsham by the fields, ’oping +to find the old man. The stranger didn’t +budge. ’E seemed inclined to wait—so I +left ’im there—and—and—that’s all. I went +to the Fernhead Arms, saw old Mat wasn’t +there—then I went back to the lane—and—Old +Man Newton was dead, and the stranger +was gone.’</p> + +<p>“There was a moment or two of dead +silence in the court when Samuel Holder had +given his evidence, then the coroner asked +quietly:</p> + +<p>“ ‘You do not know who the stranger +was?’</p> + +<p>“ ‘Well, I couldn’t be sure, your honour,’ +replied Samuel nervously, ‘it was pitch dark. +I wouldn’t like to swear a fellow-creature’s +life and character away.’</p> + +<p>“ ‘No, no, quite so,’ rejoined the coroner; +‘but do you happen to know what time it +was when all this occurred?’</p> + +<p>“ ‘Oh yes, your honour,’ said Samuel +decisively, ‘as I walked away from the +Fernhead Arms I ’eard Ayrsham church +clock strike ten o’clock.’</p> + +<p>“ ‘Ah! that’s always something,’ said the +coroner, with a sigh of satisfaction. ‘Call +Mary Newton, please.’ ”</p> + +</div> + +<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter" id="ch10-3"> + +<h3>Chapter III</h3> + +<p>“You may imagine,” continued the man in +the corner, after a slight pause, “with what +palpitating interest we all watched the +pathetic little figure, clad in deep black, +who now stepped forward to give evidence.</p> + +<p>“It was difficult to imagine that Mary +Newton could ever have been pretty; trouble +had obviously wrought sad havoc with her +good looks; she was now a wizened little +thing, with dark rings under her eyes, and +a pale, anæmic complexion. She stood +perfectly listlessly before the coroner, waiting +to be questioned, but otherwise not seeming +to take the slightest interest in the +proceedings. In an even, toneless voice she +told her name, age, and status, then waited +for further questions.</p> + +<p>“ ‘Your father went out a little before +ten o’clock on Tuesday night last, did he +not?’ asked the coroner very kindly.</p> + +<p>“ ‘Yes, sir, he did,’ replied Mary quietly.</p> + +<p>“ ‘You had brought him a message from +a gentleman whom you had met in the lane, +and who wished to speak with your father?’</p> + +<p>“ ‘No, sir,’ replied Mary, in the same even +and toneless voice; ‘I brought no message +to father, and he went out on his own.’</p> + +<p>“ ‘But the gentleman you met in the +lane?’ insisted the coroner with some +impatience.</p> + +<p>“ ‘I didn’t meet any one in the lane, sir. +I never went out of the house that Tuesday +night, it rained so.’</p> + +<p>“ ‘But the last witness, Samuel Holder, +heard you talking in the lane at nine o’clock.’</p> + +<p>“ ‘Samuel Holder was mistaken,’ she +replied imperturbably; ‘I wasn’t out of the +house the whole of that night.’</p> + +<p>“It would be useless for me,” continued +the man in the corner, “to attempt to +convey to you the intense feeling of +excitement which pervaded that crowded court, +as that wizened little figure stood there for +over half-an-hour, quietly and obstinately +parrying the most rigid cross-examination.</p> + +<p>“That she was lying—lying to shield the +very man who perhaps had murdered her +father—no one doubted for a single instant. +Yet there she stood, sullen, apathetic, and +defiant, flatly denying Samuel Holder’s story +from end to end, strictly adhering and swearing +to her first statement, that her father +went out ‘on his own,’ that she did not +know where he was going to, and that she +herself had never left the house that fatal +Tuesday night.</p> + +<p>“It did not seem to occur to her that by these +statements she was hopelessly incriminating +Samuel Holder, whom she was thus openly +accusing of deliberate lies; on the contrary, +many noticed a distinct touch of bitter +animosity in the young girl against her +former sweetheart, which was singularly +emphasised when the coroner asked her whether +she approved of the idea of a breach of +promise action being brought against Mr. +Ledbury.</p> + +<p>“ ‘No,’ she said; ‘all that talk about +damages and breach of promise was between +father and Sam Holder, because Sam had +told father that he wouldn’t mind marrying +me if I had £5,000 of my own.’</p> + +<p>“It would be impossible to render the +tone of hatred and contempt with which the +young girl uttered these words. One seemed +to live through the whole tragedy of the past +few months—the girl, pestered by the greed +of her father, yet refusing obstinately to +aid in causing a scandal, perhaps disgrace, +to the man whom she had once loved and +trusted.</p> + +<p>“As nothing more could be got out of her, +and as circumstances now seemed to demand +it, the coroner adjourned the inquest. The +police, as you may well imagine, wanted to +make certain enquiries. Mind you, Mary +Newton flatly refused to mention Mr. +Ledbury’s name; she was questioned and +cross-questioned, yet her answer uniformly +was:</p> + +<p>“ ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about. +The person I was going to marry four years +ago has gone out of my life—I have never +seen him since. I saw no one on that +Tuesday night.’</p> + +<p>“Against that, when she was asked to +swear that it was <em>not</em> Mr.—now Captain—Ledbury +who had promised her marriage she +flatly refused to do so.</p> + +<p>“Of course, there was not a soul there +who had not made up his or her mind that +Captain Ledbury <em>had</em> met Mary Newton in +the lane, and had heard from her that all +his love letters to her were now in her father’s +hands, and that the old man meant to +use these in order to extort money from +him.</p> + +<p>“Fearing the exposure and disgrace of so +sensational a breach of promise action, and +not having the money with which to meet +Mat Newton’s preposterous demands, he +probably lost control over himself, and in a +moment of impulse and mad rage had silenced +the old man for ever.</p> + +<p>“I assure you that at the adjourned +inquest everybody expected to see Captain +Ledbury in the custody of two constables. +The police in the interim had been extremely +reticent, and no fresh details of the +extraordinary case had found its way into the +papers, but fresh details of a sensational +character were fully expected, and I can +assure you the public were not disappointed.</p> + +<p>“It is no use my telling you all the +proceedings of that second most memorable +day; I will try and confine myself to the +most important points of this interesting +mystery.</p> + +<p>“I must tell you that the story told by +the landlord of the Fernhead Arms was fully +corroborated by several witnesses, all of +whom testified to the fact that the old man +came back from his visit to Fernhead Towers +in a terrible fury, swearing to bring disgrace +upon the scoundrel who had ruined his +daughter.</p> + +<p>“What occurred during that visit was +explained by Edward Sanders, the butler at +The Towers. According to the testimony +of this witness, there was a large house-party +staying with Sir John Fernhead to celebrate +the engagement of his daughter; the party +naturally included Captain Mervin Ledbury, +his brother, Lord Walterton, with the latter’s +newly-married young wife, also many +neighbours and friends.</p> + +<p>“At about six o’clock on Monday evening, +it appears, a disreputable-looking old man, +whom Edward Sanders did not know, but +who gave the name of Newton, rang at the +front door bell of The Towers and demanded +to see Mr. Ledbury. Sanders naturally +refused to admit him, but the old man was +so persistent, and used such strange language, +that the butler, after much hesitation, decided +to apprise Captain Ledbury of his +extraordinary visitor.</p> + +<p>“Captain Ledbury, on hearing that Old +Man Newton wished to speak to him, much +to Sanders’ astonishment, came downstairs +and elected to interview his extraordinary +visitor in the dining-room, which was then +deserted. Sanders showed the old man in, +and waited in the hall. Very soon, however, +he heard loud and angry voices, and the next +moment Captain Ledbury threw open the +dining-room door, and said:</p> + +<p>“ ‘This man is mad or drunk; show him +out, Sanders.’</p> + +<p>“And without another word the Captain +walked upstairs, leaving Sanders the pleasant +task of ‘showing the old man out.’ That +this was done very speedily and pretty +roughly we may infer from Old Man +Newton’s subsequent fury, and the threats +he uttered even while he was being ‘shown +out.’</p> + +<p>“Now you see, do you not?” continued +the man in the corner, “that this evidence +seemed to add another link to the chain +which was incriminating young Mr. Ledbury +in this terrible charge of murdering Old Man +Newton.</p> + +<p>“The young man himself was now with +his regiment stationed at York. It appears +that the house-party at Fernhead Towers +was breaking up on the very day of Old Man +Newton’s strange visit thither. Lord and +Lady Walterton left for town on the Tuesday +morning, and Captain Ledbury went up to +York on that very same fatal night.</p> + +<p>“You must know that the small local +station of Fernhead is quite close to The +Towers. Captain Ledbury took the late +local train there for Ayrsham Junction after +dinner that night, arriving at the latter place +at 9.15, with the intention of picking up the +Midland express to the north at 10.15 p.m. +later on.</p> + +<p>“The police had ascertained that Captain +Ledbury had got out of the local train at +Ayrsham Junction at 9.15, and aimlessly +strolled out of the station. Against that, it +was definitely proved by several witnesses +that the young man did catch the Midland +express at 10.15 p.m., and travelled up north +by it.</p> + +<p>“Now, there was the hitch, do you see?” +added the funny creature excitedly. “Samuel +Holder overheard a conversation in the fatal +lane between Mary Newton and the stranger, +whom everybody by now believed to be +Captain Ledbury. Good! That was between +9 p.m. and 10 p.m., and, as it happened, the +young man does seem to have unaccountably +strolled about in the neighbourhood whilst +waiting for his train; but remember that +when Sam Holder left the stranger waiting +in the lane, and went back towards Ayrsham +in order to try and find Old Man Newton, +he distinctly heard Ayrsham church clock +striking ten.</p> + +<p>“Now, the lane where the murder occurred +is two-and-a-half miles from Ayrsham +Junction station, therefore it could not have +been Captain Ledbury who was there lying +in wait for the old man, as he could not +possibly have had his interview with old +Mat, quarrelled with him and murdered him, +and then caught his train two-and-a-half +miles further on, all in the space of fifteen +minutes.</p> + +<p>“Thus, even before the final verdict of +‘Wilful murder against some person or persons +unknown,’ the case against Captain Mervin +Ledbury had completely fallen to the ground. +He must also have succeeded in convincing +Sir John Fernhead of his innocence, as I see +by the papers that Miss Fernhead has since +become Mrs. Ledbury.</p> + +<p>“But the result has been that the Ayrsham +tragedy has remained an impenetrable +mystery.</p> + +<p>“ ‘Who killed Old Man Newton? and +why?’ is a question which many people, +including our clever criminal investigation +department, have asked themselves many a +time.</p> + +<p>“It was not a case of vulgar assault and +robbery, as the old man was not worth +robbing, and the few coppers he possessed +were found intact in his waistcoat pocket.</p> + +<p>“Many people assert that Samuel Holder +quarrelled with the old man and murdered +him, but there are three reasons why that +theory is bound to fall to the ground. Firstly, +the total absence of any motive. Samuel +Holder could have no possible object in +killing the old man, but still, we’ll waive that; +people do quarrel—especially if they are +confederates, as these two undoubtedly +were—and quarrels do sometimes end fatally. +Secondly, the weapon which caused the old +man’s death—a heavily-leaded cane of foreign +make, with solid silver ferrule.</p> + +<p>“Now, I ask you, where in the world +could a village carpenter pick up an +instrument of that sort? Moreover no one ever +saw such a thing in Sam Holder’s hands or +in his house. When he walked to the Fernhead +Arms in order to try and find the old +man, he had nothing of the sort in his hand, +and in spite of the most strenuous efforts +on the part of the police, the history of that +cane was never traced.</p> + +<p>“Then, there is a third reason why +obviously Sam Holder was not guilty of the +murder, though that reason is a moral one; +I am referring to Mary Newton’s attitude +at the inquest. She lied, of that there could +not be a shadow of doubt; she was determined +to shield her former lover, and +incriminated Sam Holder only because she +wished to save another man.</p> + +<p>“Obviously, old Newton went out on that +dark, wet night in order to meet someone +in the lane, that someone could not have +been Sam Holder, whom he met anywhere +and everywhere, and every day in his own +house.</p> + +<p>“There! you see that Sam Holder was +obviously innocent, that Captain Ledbury +could not have committed the murder, that +surely Mary Newton did not kill her own +father, and that in such a case, common +sense should have come to the rescue, and +not have left this case, what it now is, a +tragic and impenetrable mystery.”</p> + +</div> + +<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter" id="ch10-4"> + +<h3>Chapter IV</h3> + +<p>“But,” I said at last, for indeed I was +deeply mystified, “what does common sense +argue?—the case seems to be absolutely +hopeless.”</p> + +<p>He surveyed his beloved bit of string for +a moment, and his mild blue eyes blinked at +me over his bone-rimmed spectacles.</p> + +<p>“Common sense,” he said at last, with his +most apologetic manner, “tells me that +Ayrsham village is a remote little place, +where a daily paper is unknown, and where +no one reads the fashionable intelligence or +knows anything about Birthday honours.”</p> + +<p>“What <em>do</em> you mean?” I gasped in +amazement.</p> + +<p>“Simply this, that no one at Ayrsham +village, certainly not Mary Newton herself, +had realised that one of the Mr. Ledburys, +whom all had known at ‘The Limes’ four +years ago, had since become Lord Walterton.”</p> + +<p>“Lord Walterton!” I ejaculated, wholly +incredulously.</p> + +<p>“Why, yes!” he replied quietly. “Do +you mean to say you never thought of that? +that it never occurred to you that Mary +Newton may have admitted to her father +that Mr. Ledbury had been the man who +had so wickedly wronged her, but that she, +in her remote little village, had also no idea +that the Mr. Ledbury she meant was recently +made, and is now styled, Lord Walterton?</p> + +<p>“Old Man Newton, who knew of the +gossip which had coupled his daughter’s +name, years ago, with the younger Mr. Ledbury, +naturally took it for granted that she +was referring to him. Moreover, we may +take it from the girl’s subsequent attitude +that she did all she could to shield the man +whom she had once loved; women, you +know, have that sort of little way with them.</p> + +<p>“Old Newton, fully convinced that young +Ledbury was the man he wanted, went up +to The Towers and had the stormy interview, +which no doubt greatly puzzled the +young Hussar. He undoubtedly spoke of it +to his brother, Lord Walterton, who, newly +married and of high social position, would +necessarily dread a scandal as much as +anybody.</p> + +<p>“Lord Walterton went up to town with +his young wife the following morning. +Ayrsham is only forty minutes from London. +He came down in the evening, met Mary in +the lane, asked to see her father, and killed +him in a moment of passion, when he found +that the old man’s demands were preposterously +unreasonable. Moreover, Englishmen +in all grades of society have an innate +horror of being bullied or blackmailed; the +murder probably was not premeditated, but +the outcome of rage at being browbeaten by +the old man.</p> + +<p>“You see, the police did not use their +common sense over so simple a matter. They +naturally made no enquiries as to Lord +Walterton’s movements, who seemingly had +absolutely nothing to do with the case. +If they had, I feel convinced that they +would have found that his lordship would +have had some difficulty in satisfying everybody +as to his whereabouts on that particular +Tuesday night.</p> + +<p>“Think of it, it is so simple—the only +possible solution of that strange and +unaccountable mystery.”</p> + +</div> + +<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter" id="ch11-1"> + +<h2>XI. <br> The Affair at the Novelty Theatre</h2> + +<h3>Chapter I</h3> + +<p>“Talking of mysteries,” said the man in the +corner, rather irrelevantly, for he had not +opened his mouth since he sat down and +ordered his lunch, “talking of mysteries, it +is always a puzzle to me how few thefts are +committed in the dressing-rooms of +fashionable actresses during a performance.”</p> + +<p>“There have been one or two,” I suggested, +“but nothing of any value was stolen.”</p> + +<p>“Yet you remember that affair at the +Novelty Theatre a year or two ago, don’t +you?” he added. “It created a great deal +of sensation at the time. You see, Miss +Phyllis Morgan was, and still is, a very +fashionable and popular actress, and her +pearls are quite amongst the wonders of the +world. She herself valued them at £10,000, +and several experts who remember the pearls +quite concur with that valuation.</p> + +<p>“During the period of her short tenancy +of the Novelty Theatre last season, she +entrusted those beautiful pearls to Mr. Kidd, +the well-known Bond Street jeweller, to be +re-strung. There were seven rows of perfectly +matched pearls, held together by a small +diamond clasp of ‘art-nouveau’ design.</p> + +<p>“Kidd and Co. are, as you know, a very +eminent and old established firm of jewellers. +Mr. Thomas Kidd, its present sole +representative, was some time president of the +London Chamber of Commerce, and a man +whose integrity has always been held to be +above suspicion. His clerks, salesmen, and +book-keeper had all been in his employ for +years, and most of the work was executed +on the premises.</p> + +<p>“In the case of Miss Phyllis Morgan’s +valuable pearls they were re-strung and re-set +in the back shop by Mr. Kidd’s most valued +and most trusted workman, a man named +James Rumford, who is justly considered to +be one of the cleverest craftsmen here in +England.</p> + +<p>“When the pearls were ready, Mr. Kidd +himself took them down to the theatre, and +delivered them into Miss Morgan’s own +hands.</p> + +<p>“It appears that the worthy jeweller was +extremely fond of the theatre; but, like so +many persons in affluent circumstances, he +was also very fond of getting a free seat when +he could.</p> + +<p>“All along he had made up his mind to +take the pearls down to the Novelty Theatre +one night, and to see Miss Morgan for a +moment before the performance; she would +then, he hoped, place a stall at his disposal.</p> + +<p>“His previsions were correct. Miss Morgan +received the pearls, and Mr. Kidd was on +that celebrated night accommodated with a +seat in the stalls.</p> + +<p>“I don’t know if you remember all the +circumstances connected with that case, but, +to make my point clear, I must remind you +of one or two of the most salient details.</p> + +<p>“In the drama in which Miss Phyllis Morgan +was acting at the time, there is a brilliant +masked ball scene which is the crux of the +whole play; it occurs in the second act, +and Miss Phyllis Morgan, as the hapless +heroine, dressed in the shabbiest of clothes, +appears in the midst of a gay and giddy +throng; she apostrophises all and sundry +there, including the villain, and has a +magnificent scene which always brings down the +house, and nightly adds to her histrionic +laurels.</p> + +<p>“For this scene a large number of supers +are engaged, and in order to further swell +the crowd, practically all the available stage +hands have to ‘walk on’ dressed in various +coloured dominoes, and all wearing masks.</p> + +<p>“You have, of course, heard the name +of Mr. Howard Dennis in connection with +this extraordinary mystery. He is what is +usually called ‘a young man about town,’ +and was one of Miss Phyllis Morgan’s most +favoured admirers. As a matter of fact, he +was generally understood to be the popular +actress’s <i>fiancé</i>, and as such, had of course +the <i>entrée</i> of the Novelty Theatre.</p> + +<p>“Like many another idle young man +about town, Mr. Howard Dennis was stage-mad, +and one of his greatest delights was +to don nightly a mask and a blue domino, +and to ‘walk on’ in the second act, not so +much in order to gratify his love for the +stage, as to watch Miss Phyllis Morgan in +her great scene, and to be present, close by +her, when she received her usual salvo of +enthusiastic applause from a delighted public.</p> + +<p>“On this eventful night—it was on 20th +July last—the second act was in full swing; +the supers, the stage hands, and all the +principals were on the scene, the back of +the stage was practically deserted. The +beautiful pearls, fresh from the hands of +Mr. Kidd, were in Miss Morgan’s dressing-room, +as she meant to wear them in the last +act.</p> + +<p>“Of course, since that memorable affair, +many people have talked of the foolhardiness +of leaving such valuable jewellery in the sole +charge of a young girl—Miss Morgan’s +dresser—who acted with unpardonable folly and +carelessness, but you must remember that +this part of the theatre is only accessible +through the stage door, where sits enthroned +that uncorruptible dragon, the stage +door-keeper.</p> + +<p>“No one can get at it from the front, and +the dressing-rooms for the supers and lesser +members of the company are on the opposite +side of the stage to that reserved for Miss +Morgan and one or two of the principals.</p> + +<p>“It was just a quarter to ten, and the +curtain was about to be rung down, when +George Finch, the stage door-keeper, rushed +excitedly into the wings; he was terribly +upset, and was wildly clutching his coat, +beneath which he evidently held something +concealed.</p> + +<p>“In response to the rapidly-whispered +queries of the one or two stage hands that +stood about, Finch only shook his head +excitedly. He seemed scarcely able to control +his impatience, during the close of the +act, and the subsequent prolonged applause.</p> + +<p>“When at last Miss Morgan, flushed with +her triumph, came off the stage, Finch made +a sudden rush for her.</p> + +<p>“ ‘Oh, Madam!’ he gasped excitedly, ‘it +might have been such an awful misfortune! +The rascal! I nearly got him through! +but he escaped—fortunately it is safe—— I +have got it——!’</p> + +<p>“It was some time before Miss Morgan +understood what in the world the otherwise +sober stage door-keeper was driving at. +Every one who heard him certainly thought +that he had been drinking. But the next +moment from under his coat he pulled out, +with another ejaculation of excitement, the +magnificent pearl necklace which Miss Morgan +had thought safely put away in her +dressing-room.</p> + +<p>“ ‘What in the world does all this mean?’ +asked Mr. Howard Dennis, who, as usual, +was escorting his <i>fiancée</i>. ‘Finch, what are +you doing with Madam’s necklace?’</p> + +<p>“Miss Phyllis Morgan herself was too +bewildered to question Finch; she gazed at +him, then at her necklace, in speechless +astonishment.</p> + +<p>“ ‘Well, you see, Madam, it was this way,’ +Finch managed to explain at last, as with +awestruck reverence he finally deposited the +precious necklace in the actress’s hands. +‘As you know, Madam, it is a very hot night. +I had seen every one into the theatre and +counted in the supers; there was nothing +much for me to do, and I got rather tired +and very thirsty. I see’d a man loafing close +to the door, and I ask him to fetch me a +pint of beer from round the corner, and I +give him some coppers; I had noticed him +loafing round before, and it was so hot I +didn’t think I was doin’ no harm.’</p> + +<p>“ ‘No, no,’ said Miss Morgan impatiently. +‘Well!’</p> + +<p>“ ‘Well,’ continued Finch, ‘the man, he +brought me the beer, and I had some of +it—and—and—afterwards, I don’t quite know +how it happened—it was the heat, perhaps—but—I +was sitting in my box, and I suppose +I must have dropped asleep. I just remember +hearing the ring up for the second act, and +the call-boy calling you, Madam, then there’s +a sort of a blank in my mind. All of a +sudden I seemed to wake with the feeling +that there was something wrong somehow. +In a moment I jumped up, and I tell you I +was wide awake then, and I saw a man +sneaking down the passage, past my box, +towards the door. I challenged him, and he +tried to dart past me, but I was too quick +for him, and got him by the tails of his +coat, for I saw at once that he was carrying +something, and I had recognised the loafer +who brought me the beer. I shouted for +help, but there’s never anybody about in +this back street, and the loafer, he struggled +like old Harry, and sure enough he managed +to get free from me and away before I could +stop him, but in his fright the rascal dropped +his booty, for which Heaven be praised! +and it was your pearls, Madam. Oh, my! +but I did have a tussle,’ concluded the worthy +door-keeper, mopping his forehead, ‘and I +do hope, Madam, the scoundrel didn’t take +nothing else.’</p> + +<p>“That was the story,” continued the man +in the corner, “which George Finch had to +tell, and which he subsequently repeated +without the slightest deviation. Miss Phyllis +Morgan, with the light-heartedness peculiar +to ladies of her profession, took the matter +very quietly; all she said at the time was +that she had nothing else of value in her +dressing-room, but that Miss Knight—the +dresser—deserved a scolding for leaving the +room unprotected.</p> + +<p>“ ‘All’s well that ends well,’ she said gaily, +as she finally went into her dressing-room, +carrying the pearls in her hand.</p> + +<p>“It appears that the moment she opened +the door, she found Miss Knight sitting in +the room, in a deluge of tears. The girl had +overheard George Finch telling his story, and +was terribly upset at her own carelessness.</p> + +<p>“In answer to Miss Morgan’s questions, +she admitted that she had gone into the +wings, and lingered there to watch the great +actress’s beautiful performance. She thought +no one could possibly get to the dressing-room, +as nearly all hands were on the stage +at the time, and of course George Finch was +guarding the door.</p> + +<p>“However, as there really had been no +harm done, beyond a wholesome fright to +everybody concerned, Miss Morgan readily +forgave the girl and proceeded with her +change of attire for the next act. Incidentally +she noticed a bunch of roses, which were +placed on her dressing-table, and asked +Knight who had put them there.</p> + +<p>“ ‘Mr. Dennis brought them,’ replied the +girl.</p> + +<p>“Miss Morgan looked pleased, blushed, +and dismissing the whole matter from her +mind, she proceeded with her toilette for +the next act, in which, the hapless heroine +having come into her own again, she was +able to wear her beautiful pearls around her +neck.</p> + +<p>“George Finch, however, took some time +to recover himself; his indignation was only +equalled by his volubility. When his +excitement had somewhat subsided, he took the +precaution of saving the few drops of beer +which had remained at the bottom of the +mug, brought to him by the loafer. This +was subsequently shown to a chemist in the +neighbourhood, who, without a moment’s +hesitation, pronounced the beer to contain +an appreciable quantity of chloral.”</p> + +</div> + +<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter" id="ch11-2"> + +<h3>Chapter II</h3> + +<p>“The whole matter, as you may imagine, +did not affect Miss Morgan’s spirits that +night,” continued the man in the corner, +after a slight pause.</p> + +<p>“ ‘All’s well that ends well,’ she had said +gaily, since almost by a miracle, her pearls +were once more safely round her neck.</p> + +<p>“But the next day brought the rude +awakening. Something had indeed happened +which made the affair at the Novelty +Theatre, what it has ever since remained, +a curious and unexplainable mystery.</p> + +<p>“The following morning Miss Phyllis Morgan +decided that it was foolhardy to leave +valuable property about in her dressing-room, +when for stage purposes, imitation +jewellery did just as well. She therefore +determined to place her pearls in the bank +until the termination of her London season.</p> + +<p>“The moment, however, that, in broad +daylight, she once more handled the necklace, +she instinctively felt that there was +something wrong with it. She examined it +eagerly and closely, and, hardly daring to +face her sudden terrible suspicions, she rushed +round to the nearest jeweller, and begged +him to examine the pearls.</p> + +<p>“The examination did not take many +moments: the jeweller at once pronounced +the pearls to be false. There could be no +doubt about it; the necklace was a perfect +imitation of the original, even the clasp +was an exact copy. Half-hysterical with +rage and anxiety, Miss Morgan at once +drove to Bond Street, and asked to see +Mr. Kidd.</p> + +<p>“Well, you may easily imagine the stormy +interview that took place. Miss Phyllis +Morgan, in no measured language, boldly accused +Mr. Thomas Kidd, late president of the +London Chamber of Commerce, of having +substituted false pearls for her own priceless +ones.</p> + +<p>“The worthy jeweller, at first completely +taken by surprise, examined the necklace, +and was horrified to see that Miss Morgan’s +statements were, alas! too true. Mr. Kidd +was indeed in a terribly awkward +position.</p> + +<p>“The evening before, after business hours, +he had taken the necklace home with him. +Before starting for the theatre, he had +examined it to see that it was quite in order. +He had then, with his own hands, and in the +presence of his wife, placed it in its case, +and driven straight to the Novelty, where +he finally gave it over to Miss Morgan +herself.</p> + +<p>“To all this he swore most positively; +moreover, all his <i>employés</i> and workmen +could swear that they had last seen the +necklace just after closing time at the shop, +when Mr. Kidd walked off towards Piccadilly, +with the precious article in the inner +pocket of his coat.</p> + +<p>“One point certainly was curious, and +undoubtedly helped to deepen the mystery +which to this day clings to the affair at the +Novelty Theatre.</p> + +<p>“When Mr. Kidd handed the packet containing +the necklace to Miss Morgan, she was +too busy to open it at once. She only spoke +to Mr. Kidd through her dressing-room door, +and never opened the packet till nearly an +hour later, after she had dressed ready for +the second act; the packet at that time had +been untouched, and was wrapped up just +as she had had it from Mr. Kidd’s own +hands. She undid the packet, and handled +the pearls; certainly, by the artificial light +she could see nothing wrong with the +necklace.</p> + +<p>“Poor Mr. Kidd was nearly distracted with +the horror of his position. Thirty years of +an honest reputation suddenly tarnished with +this awful suspicion—for he realised at once +that Miss Morgan refused to believe his +statements; in fact, she openly said that +she would—unless immediate compensation +was made to her—place the matter at once +in the hands of the police.</p> + +<p>“From the stormy interview in Bond +Street, the irate actress drove at once to +Scotland Yard; but the old-established +firm of Kidd and Co. was not destined to +remain under any cloud that threatened its +integrity.</p> + +<p>“Mr. Kidd at once called upon his solicitor, +with the result that an offer was made to +Miss Morgan, whereby the jeweller would +deposit the full value of the original necklace, +<i>i.e.</i>, £10,000, in the hands of Messrs. +Bentley and Co., bankers, that sum to be +held by them for a whole year, at the end +of which time, if the perpetrator of the +fraud had not been discovered, the money +was to be handed over to Miss Morgan in +its entirety.</p> + +<p>“Nothing could have been more fair, +more equitable, or more just, but at the same +time nothing could have been more +mysterious.</p> + +<p>“As Mr. Kidd swore that he had placed +the real pearls in Miss Morgan’s hands, and +was ready to back his oath by the sum of +£10,000, no more suspicion could possibly +attach to him. When the announcement of +his generous offer appeared in the papers, +the entire public approved and exonerated +him, and then turned to wonder who the +perpetrator of the daring fraud had been.</p> + +<p>“How came a valueless necklace in exact +imitation of the original one to be in Miss +Morgan’s dressing-room? Where were the +real pearls? Clearly the loafer who had +drugged the stage door-keeper, and sneaked +into the theatre to steal a necklace, was not +aware that he was risking several years’ +hard labour for the sake of a worthless trifle. +He had been one of the many dupes of this +extraordinary adventure.</p> + +<p>“Macpherson, one of the most able men +on the detective staff, had, indeed, his work +cut out. The police were extremely reticent, +but, in spite of this, one or two facts gradually +found their way into the papers, and aroused +public interest and curiosity to its highest +pitch.</p> + +<p>“What had transpired was this:</p> + +<p>“Clara Knight, the dresser, had been very +rigorously cross-questioned, and, from her +many statements, the following seemed quite +positive.</p> + +<p>“After the curtain had rung up for the +second act, and Miss Morgan had left her +dressing-room, Knight had waited about for +some time, and had even, it appears, handled +and admired the necklace. Then, +unfortunately, she was seized with the burning +desire of seeing the famous scene from the +wings. She thought that the place was +quite safe, and that George Finch was as +usual at his post.</p> + +<p>“ ‘I was going along the short passage +that leads to the wings,’ she exclaimed to the +detectives, ‘when I became aware of some +one moving some distance behind me. I +turned and saw a blue domino about to enter +Miss Morgan’s dressing-room.</p> + +<p>“ ‘I thought nothing of that,’ continued +the girl, ‘as we all know that Mr. Dennis +is engaged to Miss Morgan. He is very fond +of “walking on” in the ball-room scene, +and he always wears a blue domino when +he does; so I was not at all alarmed. He +had his mask on as usual, and he was +carrying a bunch of roses. When he saw me at +the other end of the passage, he waved his +hand to me and pointed to the flowers. I +nodded to him, and then he went into the +room.’</p> + +<p>“These statements, as you may imagine, +created a great deal of sensation; so much +so, in fact, that Mr. Kidd, with his £10,000 +and his reputation in mind, moved heaven +and earth to bring about the prosecution of +Mr. Dennis for theft and fraud.</p> + +<p>“The papers were full of it, for Mr. Howard +Dennis was well known in fashionable London +Society. His answer to these curious +statements was looked forward to eagerly; when +it came it satisfied no one and puzzled +everybody.</p> + +<p>“ ‘Miss Knight was mistaken,’ he said +most emphatically, ‘I did not bring any +roses for Miss Morgan that night. It was +not I that she saw in a blue domino by the +door, as I was on the stage before the curtain +was rung up for the second act, and never +left it until the close.’</p> + +<p>“This part of Howard Dennis’ statement +was a little difficult to substantiate. No one +on the stage could swear positively whether +he was ‘on’ early in the act or not, although, +mind you, Macpherson had ascertained that +in the whole crowd of supers on the stage, +he was the only one who wore a blue +domino.</p> + +<p>“Mr. Kidd was very active in the matter, +but Miss Morgan flatly refused to believe in +her <i>fiancé’s</i> guilt. The worthy jeweller +maintained that Mr. Howard Dennis was the only +person who knew the celebrated pearls and +their quaint clasp well enough to have a +facsimile made of them, and that when Miss +Knight saw him enter the dressing-room, he +actually substituted the false necklace for +the real one; whilst the loafer who drugged +George Finch’s beer was—as every one +supposed—only a dupe.</p> + +<p>“Things had reached a very acute and +painful stage, when one more detail found +its way into the papers, which, whilst entirely +clearing Mr. Howard Dennis’ character, has +helped to make the whole affair a hopeless +mystery.</p> + +<p>“Whilst questioning George Finch, Macpherson +had ascertained that the stage door-keeper +had seen Mr. Dennis enter the theatre +some time before the beginning of the +celebrated second act. He stopped to speak to +George Finch for a moment or two, and the +latter could swear positively that Mr. Dennis +was not carrying any roses then.</p> + +<p>“On the other hand a flower-girl, who +was selling roses in the neighbourhood of the +Novelty Theatre late that memorable night, +remembers selling some roses to a shabbily-dressed +man, who looked like a labourer out +of work. When Mr. Dennis was pointed +out to her she swore positively that it was +not he.</p> + +<p>“ ‘The man looked like a labourer,’ she +explained. ‘I took particular note of him, +as I remember thinking that he didn’t +look much as if he could afford to buy +roses.’</p> + +<p>“Now you see,” concluded the man in +the corner excitedly, “where the hitch lies. +There is absolutely no doubt, judging from +the evidence of George Finch and of the +flower-girl, that the loafer had provided +himself with the roses, and had somehow or other +managed to get hold of a blue domino, for +the purpose of committing the theft. His +giving drugged beer to Finch, moreover, +proved his guilt beyond a doubt.</p> + +<p>“But here the mystery becomes hopeless,” +he added with a chuckle, “for the loafer +dropped the booty which he had stolen—that +booty was the false necklace, and it has +remained an impenetrable mystery to this +day as to who made the substitution and +when.</p> + +<p>“A whole year has elapsed since then, but +the real necklace has never been traced or +found; so Mr. Kidd has paid, with absolute +quixotic chivalry, the sum of £10,000 to Miss +Morgan, and thus he has completely cleared +the firm of Kidd and Co. of any suspicion +as to its integrity.”</p> + +</div> + +<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter" id="ch11-3"> + +<h3>Chapter III</h3> + +<p>“But then, what in the world is the explanation +of it all?” I asked bewildered, as the +funny creature paused in his narrative and +seemed absorbed in the contemplation of a +beautiful knot he had just completed in his +bit of string.</p> + +<p>“The explanation is so simple,” he replied, +“for it is obvious, is it not, that only four +people could possibly have committed the +fraud?”</p> + +<p>“Who are they?” I asked.</p> + +<p>“Well,” he said, whilst his bony fingers +began to fidget with that eternal piece of +string, “there is, of course, old Mr. Kidd; +but as the worthy jeweller has paid £10,000 +to prove that he did not steal the real necklace +and substitute a false one in its stead, +we must assume that he was guiltless. Then, +secondly, there is Mr. Howard Dennis.”</p> + +<p>“Well, yes,” I said, “what about him?”</p> + +<p>“There were several points in his favour,” +he rejoined, marking each point with a fresh +and most complicated knot; “it was not +he who bought the roses, therefore it was +not he who, clad in a blue domino, entered +Miss Morgan’s dressing-room directly after +Knight left it.</p> + +<p>“And mark the force of this point,” he +added excitedly.</p> + +<p>“Just before the curtain rang up for the +second act, Miss Morgan had been in her +room, and had then undone the packet, +which, in her own words, was just as she +had received it from Mr. Kidd’s hands.</p> + +<p>“After that Miss Knight remained in +charge, and a mere ten seconds after she left +the room she saw the blue domino carrying +the roses at the door.</p> + +<p>“The flower-girl’s story and that of George +Finch have proved that the blue domino +could not have been Mr. Dennis, but it was +the loafer who evidently stole the false +necklace.</p> + +<p>“If you bear all this in mind you will +realise that there was no time in those ten +seconds for Mr. Dennis to have made the +substitution <em>before</em> the theft was committed. +It stands to reason that he could not have +done it afterwards.</p> + +<p>“Then, again, many people suspected Miss +Knight, the dresser, but this supposition we +may easily dismiss. An uneducated, stupid +girl, not three-and-twenty, could not possibly +have planned so clever a substitution. An +imitation necklace of that particular calibre +and made to order would cost far more money +than a poor theatrical dresser could ever +afford; let alone the risks of ordering such +an ornament to be made.</p> + +<p>“No,” said the funny creature, with comic +emphasis, “there is but one theory possible, +which is my own.”</p> + +<p>“And that is?” I asked eagerly.</p> + +<p>“The workman, Rumford, of course,” he +responded triumphantly. “Why! it jumps +to the eyes, as our French friends would tell +us. Who, other than he, could have the +opportunity of making an exact copy of the +necklace which had been entrusted to his firm?</p> + +<p>“Being in the trade he could easily obtain +the false stones without exciting any undue +suspicion; being a skilled craftsman, he +could easily make the clasp, and string the +pearls in exact imitation of the original; he +could do this secretly in his own home and +without the slightest risk.</p> + +<p>“Then the plan, though extremely simple, +was very cleverly thought out. Disguised +as the loafer——”</p> + +<p>“The loafer!” I exclaimed.</p> + +<p>“Why, yes! the loafer,” he replied quietly, +“disguised as the loafer, he hung round the +stage door of the Novelty after business +hours, until he had collected the bits of gossip +and information he wanted; thus he learnt +that Mr. Howard Dennis was Miss Morgan’s +accredited <i>fiancé</i>; that he, like everybody +else who was available, ‘walked on’ in the +second act; and that during that time the +back of the stage was practically deserted.</p> + +<p>“No doubt he knew all along that Mr. Kidd +meant to take the pearls down to the theatre +himself that night, and it was quite easy to +ascertain that Miss Morgan—as the hapless +heroine—wore no jewellery in the second act, +and that Mr. Howard Dennis invariably wore +a blue domino.</p> + +<p>“Some people might incline to the belief +that Miss Knight was a paid accomplice, +that she left the dressing-room unprotected +on purpose, and that her story of the blue +domino and the roses was pre-arranged +between herself and Rumford, but that is +not my opinion.</p> + +<p>“I think that the scoundrel was far too +clever to need any accomplice, and too +shrewd to put himself thereby at the mercy +of a girl like Knight.</p> + +<p>“Rumford, I find, is a married man: this +to me explains the blue domino, which the +police were never able to trace to any business +place, where it might have been bought or +hired. Like the necklace itself, it was +‘home-made.’</p> + +<p>“Having got his properties and his plans +ready, Rumford then set to work. You +must remember that a stage door-keeper is +never above accepting a glass of beer from +a friendly acquaintance; and, no doubt, if +George Finch had not asked the loafer to +bring him a glass, the latter would have +offered him one. To drug the beer was +simple enough; then Rumford went to buy +the roses, and, I should say, met his wife +somewhere round the corner, who handed +him the blue domino and the mask; all this +was done in order to completely puzzle the +police subsequently, and also in order to +throw suspicion, if possible, upon young +Dennis.</p> + +<p>“As soon as the drug took effect upon +George Finch, Rumford slipped into the +theatre. To slip a mask and domino on and +off is, as you know, a matter of a few seconds. +Probably his intention had been—if he found +Knight in the room—to knock her down if +she attempted to raise an alarm; but here +fortune favoured him. Knight saw him from +a distance, and mistook him easily for Mr. +Dennis.</p> + +<p>“After the theft of the real necklace, +Rumford sneaked out of the theatre. And +here you see how clever was the scoundrel’s +plan: if he had merely substituted one +necklace for another there would have been +no doubt whatever that the loafer—whoever +he was—was the culprit—the drugged beer +would have been quite sufficient proof for +that. The hue and cry would have been +after the loafer, and, who knows? there might +have been some one or something which +might have identified that loafer with +himself.</p> + +<p>“He must have bought the shabby clothes +somewhere, he certainly bought the roses +from a flower-girl; anyhow, there were a +hundred and one little risks and contingencies +which might have brought the theft home to +him.</p> + +<p>“But mark what happens: he steals the +real necklace, and keeps the false one in his +hand, intending to drop it sooner or later, +and thus sent the police entirely on the wrong +scent. As the loafer, he was supposed to +have stolen the false necklace, then dropped +it whilst struggling with George Finch. The +result is that no one has troubled about the +loafer; no one thought that he had anything +to do with the substitution, which was the +main point at issue, and no very great effort +has ever been made to find that mysterious +loafer.</p> + +<p>“It never occurred to any one that the +fraud and the theft were committed by one +and the same person, and that that person +could be none other than James Rumford.”</p> + +</div> + +<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter" id="ch12-1"> + +<h2>XII. <br> The Tragedy of Barnsdale Manor</h2> + +<h3>Chapter I</h3> + +<p>“We have heard so much about the evils of +Bridge,” said the man in the corner that +afternoon, “but I doubt whether that +fashionable game has ever been responsible for a +more terrible tragedy than the one at +Barnsdale Manor.”</p> + +<p>“You think, then,” I asked, for I saw he +was waiting to be drawn out, “you think +that the high play at Bridge did have +something to do with that awful murder?”</p> + +<p>“Most people think that much, I fancy,” +he replied, “although no one has arrived +any nearer to the solution of the mystery +which surrounds the tragic death of Mme. +Quesnard at Barnsdale Manor on the 23rd +September last.</p> + +<p>“On that fateful occasion, you must +remember that the house party at the Manor +included a number of sporting and fashionable +friends of Lord and Lady Barnsdale, +among whom Sir Gilbert Culworth was the +only one whose name was actually mentioned +during the hearing of this extraordinary +case.</p> + +<p>“It seems to have been a very gay house +party indeed. In the daytime Lord Barnsdale +took some of his guests to shoot and +fish, whilst a few devotees remained at home +in order to indulge their passion for the +modern craze of Bridge. It was generally +understood that Lord Barnsdale did not +altogether approve of quite so much +gambling. He was not by any means well off; +and although he was very much in love with +his beautiful wife, he could ill afford to pay +her losses at cards.</p> + +<p>“This was the reason, no doubt, that +Bridge at Barnsdale Manor was only indulged +in whilst the host himself was out shooting +or fishing; in the evenings there was music +or billiards, but never any cards.</p> + +<p>“One of the most interesting personalities +in the Barnsdale <i>ménage</i> was undoubtedly +Madame Nathalie Quesnard, a sister of Lord +Barnsdale’s mother, who, if you remember, +was a Mademoiselle de la Trémouille. This +Mme. Quesnard was extremely wealthy, +the widow of a French West Indian +planter, who had made millions in +Martinique.</p> + +<p>“She was very fond of her nephew, to +whom, as she had no children or other +relatives of her own, she intended to leave +the bulk of her vast fortune. Pending her +death, which was not likely to occur for +some time, as she was not more than fifty, +she took up her abode at Barnsdale Manor, +together with her companion and amanuensis, +a poor girl named Alice Holt.</p> + +<p>“Mme. Quesnard was seemingly an amiable +old lady; the only unpleasant trait in her +character being her intense dislike of her +nephew’s beautiful and fashionable young +wife. The old Frenchwoman, who, with all +her wealth, had the unbounded and innate +thriftiness peculiar to her nation, looked with +perfect horror on Lady Barnsdale’s +extravagances, and above all on her fondness for +gambling; and subsequently several of the +servants at the Manor testified to the amount +of mischief the old lady strove to make +between her nephew and his young +wife.</p> + +<p>“Mme. Quesnard’s dislike for Lady Barnsdale +seems, moreover, to have been shared +by her dependent and companion, the girl +Alice Holt. Between them, these two ladies +seem to have cordially hated the brilliant +and much-admired mistress of Barnsdale +Manor.</p> + +<p>“Such were the chief inmates of the Manor +last September, at the time the tragedy +occurred. On that memorable night Alice +Holt, who occupied a bedroom immediately +above that of Mme. Quesnard, was awakened +in the middle of the night by a persistent +noise, which undoubtedly came from her +mistress’s room. The walls and floorings at +the old Manor are very thick, and the sound +was a very confused one, although the girl +was quite sure that she could hear Mme. +Quesnard’s shrill voice raised as if in +anger.</p> + +<p>“She tried to listen for a time, and +presently she heard a sound as if some piece +of furniture had been knocked over, then +nothing more. Somehow the sudden silence +seemed to have frightened the girl more +than the noise had done. Trembling with +nervousness she waited for some few minutes, +then, unable to bear the suspense any +longer, she got out of bed, slipped on her +shoes and dressing-gown, and determined +to run downstairs to see if anything were +amiss.</p> + +<p>“To her horror she found on trying her +door that it had been locked on the outside. +Quite convinced now that something must +indeed be very wrong, she started screaming +and banging against the door, determined +to arouse the household, which she, of course, +quickly succeeded in doing.</p> + +<p>“The first to emerge from his room was +Lord Barnsdale. He at once realised that +the shrieks proceeded from Alice Holt’s +room. He ran upstairs helter-skelter, and +as the key had been left in the door, he soon +released the unfortunate girl, who by now +was quite hysterical with anxiety for her +mistress.</p> + +<p>“Altogether, I take it, some six or seven +minutes must have elapsed from the time +when Alice Holt was first alarmed by the +sudden silence following the noise in Mme. +Quesnard’s room until she was released by +Lord Barnsdale.</p> + +<p>“As quickly and as coherently as she +could, she blurted forth all her fears about +her mistress. I can imagine how picturesque +the old Manor House must have looked then, +with everybody, ladies and gentlemen, and +servants, crowding into the hall, arrayed +in various <i>négligé</i> attire, asking hurried +questions, getting in each other’s way, and +all only dimly to be seen by the light of +candles, carried by some of the more sensible +ones in this motley crowd.</p> + +<p>“However, in the meanwhile, Lord Barnsdale +had managed to understand Alice Holt. +He ran downstairs again and knocked at +his aunt’s door; he received no reply—he +tried the handle, but the door was locked +from the inside.</p> + +<p>“Genuinely frightened now, he forced open +the door, and then recoiled in horror.</p> + +<p>“The window was wide open, and a +brilliant moonlight streamed into the room, +weirdly illumining Mme. Quesnard’s inanimate +body, which lay full length upon the +ground. Hastily begging the ladies not to +follow him, Lord Barnsdale quickly went +forward and bent over his aunt’s body.</p> + +<p>“There was no doubt that she was dead. +An ugly wound at the back of her head, +some red marks round her throat, all testified +to the fact that the poor old lady had been +assaulted and murdered. Lord Barnsdale at +once sent for the nearest doctor, whilst he +and Miss Holt lifted the unfortunate lady +back to bed.</p> + +<p>“The messenger who had gone for the +doctor was at the same time instructed to +deliver a note, hastily scribbled by Lord +Barnsdale, at the local police station.</p> + +<p>“That a hideous crime had been committed, +with burglary for its object, no one could be +in doubt for a moment. Lord Barnsdale +and two or three of his guests had already +thrown a glance into the next room, a little +boudoir, which Mme. Quesnard used as a +sitting-room. There the heavy oak bureau +bore silent testimony to the motive of this +dastardly outrage. Mme. Quesnard, with +the unfortunate and foolhardy habit peculiar +to all French people, kept a very large +quantity of loose and ready money by her. +That habit, mind you, is the chief reason +why burglary is so rife and so profitable +all over France.</p> + +<p>“In this case the old lady’s national +characteristic was evidently the chief cause +of her tragic fate; the drawer of the bureau +had been forced open, and no one could +doubt for a moment that a large sum of +money had been abstracted from it.</p> + +<p>“The burglar had then obviously made +good his escape through the window, which +he could do quite easily, as Mme. Quesnard’s +apartments were on the ground floor. She +suffered from shortness of breath, it appears, +and had a horror of stairs; she was, +moreover, not the least bit nervous, and her +windows were usually barred and shuttered.</p> + +<p>“One very curious fact, however, at once +struck all those present, even before the +arrival of the detectives, and that was, that +the old lady was partially dressed when she +was found lying on the ground. She had +slipped on an elaborate dressing-gown, had +smoothed her hair, and put on her slippers. +In fact, it was evident that she had in some +measure prepared herself for the reception +of the burglar.</p> + +<p>“Throughout these hasty and amateurish +observations conducted by Lord Barnsdale +and two of his male guests, Alice Holt had +remained seated beside her late employer’s +bedside sobbing bitterly. In spite of Lord +Barnsdale’s entreaties she refused to move; +and wildly waved aside any attempt at +consolation offered to her by one or two of the +older female servants who were present.</p> + +<p>“It was only when everybody at last +made up their minds to return to their +rooms, that some one mentioned Lady +Barnsdale’s name. She had been taken ill and +faint the evening before, and had not been +well all night. Jane Barlow, her maid, +expressed the hope that her ladyship was +none the worse for this awful commotion, +and must be wondering what it all meant.</p> + +<p>“At this, suddenly, Alice Holt jumped up, +like a madwoman.</p> + +<p>“ ‘What it all means?’ she shrieked, +whilst every one looked at her in speechless +horror, ‘it means that that woman has +murdered my mistress, and robbed her. I +know it—I know it—I know it!’</p> + +<p>“And once more sinking beside the bed, +she covered her dead mistress’s hand with +kisses, and sobbed and wailed as if her +heart would break.”</p> + +</div> + +<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter" id="ch12-2"> + +<h3>Chapter II</h3> + +<p>“You may well imagine the awful commotion +the girl’s wild outburst had created +in the old Manor House. Lady Barnsdale +had been taken ill the previous evening, and, +of course, no one had breathed a word of it +to her, but equally, of course, it was freely +talked about at Barnsdale Manor, in the +neighbourhood, and even so far as in the +London clubs.</p> + +<p>“Lord and Lady Barnsdale were very +well known in London society, and Lord +Barnsdale’s adoration for his beautiful wife +was quite notorious.</p> + +<p>“Alice Holt, after her frantic outburst, +had not breathed another word. Silent and +sullen she went up to her room, packed her +things, and left the house, where, of course, +it became impossible that she should stay +another day. She refused Lord Barnsdale’s +generous offer of money and help, and only +stayed long enough to see the detectives and +reply to the questions they thought fit to +put to her.</p> + +<p>“The whole neighbourhood was in a fever +of excitement; many gossips would have it +that the evidence against Lady Barnsdale +was conclusive, and that a warrant for her +arrest had already been applied for.</p> + +<p>“What had transpired was this:</p> + +<p>“It appears that the day preceding the +tragedy, Bridge was, as usual, being played +for, I believe, guinea points. Lord Barnsdale +was out shooting all day, and though +the guests at the Manor were very loyal to +their hostess, and refused to make any +positive statements, there seems to be no +doubt that Lady Barnsdale lost a very large +sum of money to Sir Gilbert Culworth.</p> + +<p>“Be that as it may, nothing further could +be gleaned by enterprising reporters fresh +from town; the police were more than +usually reticent, and every one eagerly +awaited the opening of the inquest, when +sensational developments were expected in +this mysterious case.</p> + +<p>“It was held on September the 25th, in +the servants’ hall of Barnsdale Manor, and +you may be sure that the large room was +crowded to its utmost capacity. Lord +Barnsdale was, of course, present, so was Sir +Gilbert Culworth, but it was understood that +Lady Barnsdale was still suffering from +nervous prostration, and was unable to be +present.</p> + +<p>“When I arrived there, and gradually +made my way to the front rank, the doctor +who had been originally summoned to the +murdered lady’s bedside was giving his +evidence.</p> + +<p>“He gave it as his opinion that the +fractured skull from which Mme. Quesnard died +was caused through her hitting the back of +her head against the corner of the +marble-topped washstand, in the immediate +proximity of which she lay outstretched, +when Lord Barnsdale first forced open the +door. The stains on the marble had confirmed +him in that opinion. Mme. Quesnard, +he thought, must have fallen, owing to an +onslaught made upon her by the burglar; +the marks round the old lady’s throat +testified to this, although these were not the +cause of death.</p> + +<p>“After this there was a good deal of +police evidence, with regard to the subsequent +movements of the unknown miscreant. He +had undoubtedly broken open the drawer of +the bureau in the adjoining boudoir, the +door of communication between this and +Mme. Quesnard’s bedroom being always kept +open, and it was presumed that he had made +a considerable haul both in gold and notes. +He had then locked the bedroom door on +the inside and made good his escape through +the window.</p> + +<p>“Immediately beneath this window, the +flower-bed, muddy with the recent rain, bore +the imprint of having been hastily trampled +upon; but all actual footmarks had been +carefully obliterated. Beyond this, all round +the house, the garden paths are asphalted, +and the burglar had evidently taken the +precaution to keep to these asphalted paths, +or else to cross the garden by the lawns.</p> + +<p>“You must understand,” continued the +man in the corner, after a slight pause, “that +throughout all this preliminary evidence, +everything went to prove that the crime had +been committed by an inmate of the house, +or at any rate by some one well acquainted +with its usages and its <i>ménages</i>. Alice Holt, +whose room was immediately above that of +Mme. Quesnard, and who was, therefore, +most likely to hear the noise of the conflict +and to run to her mistress’s assistance, had +been first of all locked up in her room. It +had, therefore, become quite evident that +the miscreant had commenced operations +from inside the house, and had entered +Mme. Quesnard’s room by the door, and +not by the window, as had been at first +supposed.</p> + +<p>“But,” added the funny creature excitedly, +“as the old lady had, according to evidence, +locked her door that night, it became more +and more clear, as the case progressed, that +she must of her own accord have admitted +the person who subsequently caused her +tragic death. This was, of course, confirmed +by the fact that she was partially dressed +when she was subsequently found dead.</p> + +<p>“Strangely enough, with the exception of +Alice Holt, no one else had heard any noise +during the night. But, as I remarked before, +the walls of these old houses are very +thick, and no one else slept on the ground +floor.</p> + +<p>“Another fact which in the early part +of the inquest went to prove that the outrage +was committed by some one familiar with +the house, was that Ben, the watch-dog, had +not raised any alarm. His kennel was quite +close to Mme. Quesnard’s windows, and he +had not even barked.</p> + +<p>“I doubt if the law would take official +cognisance of the dumb testimony of a dog; +nevertheless, Ben’s evidence was in this case +quite worthy of consideration.</p> + +<p>“You may imagine how gradually, as +these facts were unfolded, excitement grew +to fever pitch, and when at last Alice Holt +was called, every one literally held their +breath, eagerly waiting to hear what was +coming.</p> + +<p>“She is a tall, handsome-looking girl, +with fine eyes and a rich voice. Dressed in +deep black she certainly looked an imposing +figure as she stood there, repeating the story +of how she was awakened in the night, by +the sound of her mistress’s angry voice, of +the noise and sudden silence, and also of +her terror, when she found that she had +been locked up in her room.</p> + +<p>“But obviously the girl had more to tell, +and was only waiting for the coroner’s direct +question.</p> + +<p>“ ‘Will you tell the jury the reason why +you made such an extraordinary and unwarrantable +accusation against Lady Barnsdale?’ +he asked her at last, amid breathless silence +in the crowded room.</p> + +<p>“Every one instinctively looked across +the room to where Lord Barnsdale sat between +his friend Sir Gilbert Culworth and his lawyer, +Sir Arthur Inglewood, who had evidently +come down from London in order to watch +the case on his client’s behalf. Alice Holt, +too, looked across at Lord Barnsdale for a +moment. He seemed attentive and +interested, but otherwise quite calm and +impassive.</p> + +<p>“I, who watched the girl, saw a look of +pity cross her face as she gazed at him, and +I think, when we bear in mind that the +distinguished English gentleman and the poor +paid companion had known each other years +ago, when they were girl and boy together +in old Mme. Quesnard’s French home, we +may make a pretty shrewd guess why Alice +Holt hated the beautiful Lady Barnsdale.</p> + +<p>“ ‘It was about six o’clock in the afternoon,’ +she began at last, in the same quiet +tone of voice, ‘I was sitting sewing in +Madame’s boudoir, when Lady Barnsdale +came into the bedroom. She did not see me, +I know, for she began at once talking volubly +to Madame about a serious loss she had just +sustained at Bridge; several hundred pounds, +she said.’</p> + +<p>“ ‘Well?’ queried the coroner, for the +girl had paused, almost as if she regretted +what she had already said. She certainly +threw an appealing look at Lord Barnsdale, +who, however, seemed to take no notice of +her.</p> + +<p>“ ‘Well,’ she continued with sudden +resolution, ‘Madame was very angry at this; +she declared that Lady Barnsdale deserved +a severe lesson; her extravagances were a +positive scandal. “Not a penny will I give +you to pay your gambling debts,” said +Madame; “and, moreover, I shall make +it my business to inform my nephew of your +goings-on whilst he is absent.”</p> + +<p>“ ‘Lady Barnsdale was in a wild state +of excitement. She begged and implored +Madame to say nothing to Lord Barnsdale +about it, and did her very best to try to +induce her to help her out of her difficulties, +just this once more. But Madame was +obdurate. Thereupon Lady Barnsdale turned +on her like a fury, called her every +opprobrious name under the sun, and finally +flounced out of the room, banging the door +behind her.</p> + +<p>“ ‘Madame was very much upset after +this,’ continued Alice Holt, ‘and I was not +a bit astonished when directly after dinner +she rang for me, and asked to be put to +bed. It was then nine o’clock.</p> + +<p>“ ‘That is the last I saw of poor Madame +alive.</p> + +<p>“ ‘She was very excited then, and told +me that she was quite frightened of Lady +Barnsdale—a gambler, she said, was as likely +as not to become a thief, if opportunity arose. +I offered to sleep on the sofa in the next +room, for the old lady seemed quite nervous, +a thing I have never known her to be. But +she was too proud to own to nervousness, +and she dismissed me finally, saying that +she would lock her door, for once: a thing +she scarcely ever did.’</p> + +<p>“It was a curious story, to say the least +of it, which Alice Holt thus told to an excited +public. Cross-examined by the coroner, she +never departed from a single point of it, her +calm and presence of mind being only equalled +throughout this trying ordeal by that of +Lord Barnsdale, who sat seemingly unmoved +whilst these terrible insinuations were made +against his wife.</p> + +<p>“But there was more to come. Sir +Gilbert Culworth had been called; in the +interest of justice, and in accordance with +his duty as a citizen, he was forced to stand +up and, all unwillingly, to add another tiny +link to the chain of evidence that implicated +his friend’s wife in this most terrible crime.</p> + +<p>“Right loyally he tried to shield her in +every possible way, but cross-questioned by +the coroner, harassed nearly out of his senses, +he was forced to admit two facts—namely, +that Lady Barnsdale had lost nearly £800 +at Bridge the day before the murder, and +that she had paid her debt to himself in full, +on the following morning, in gold and notes.</p> + +<p>“He had been forced, much against his +will, to show the notes to the police; +unfortunately for the justice of the case, however, +the numbers of these could not be directly +traceable as having been in Mme. Quesnard’s +possession at the time of her death. No +diaries or books of accounts of any kind were +found. Like most French people, she +arranged all her money affairs herself, receiving +her vast dividends in foreign money, and +converting this into English notes and gold, +as occasion demanded, at the nearest +money-changer’s that happened to be handy.</p> + +<p>“She had, like a great many foreigners, +a holy horror of banks. She would have +mistrusted the Bank of England itself; as +for solicitors, she held them in perfect +abhorrence. She only went once to one in her +life, and that was in order to make a will +leaving everything she possessed +unconditionally to her beloved nephew, Lord +Barnsdale.</p> + +<p>“But in spite of this difficulty about the +notes, you see for yourself, do you not, +how terribly strong was the circumstantial +evidence against Lady Barnsdale? Her losses +at cards, her appeal to Mme. Quesnard, the +latter’s refusal to help her, and finally the +payment in full of the debt to Sir Gilbert +Culworth on the following morning.</p> + +<p>“There was only one thing that spoke +for her, and that was the very horror of the +crime itself. It was practically impossible +to conceive that a woman of Lady Barnsdale’s +refinement and education should have +sprung upon an elderly woman, like some +navvy’s wife by the docks, and then that +she should have had the presence of mind +to jump out of the window, to obliterate +her footmarks in the flower-bed, and, in fact, +to have given the crime the look of a clever +burglary.</p> + +<p>“Still, we all know that money difficulties +will debase the noblest of us, that greed will +madden the sanest and most refined. When +the inquest was adjourned, I can assure you +that no one had any doubt whatever that +within twenty-four hours Lady Barnsdale +would be arrested on the capital charge.”</p> + +</div> + +<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter" id="ch12-3"> + +<h3>Chapter III</h3> + +<p>“But the detectives in charge of the case +had reckoned without Sir Arthur Inglewood, +the great lawyer, who was watching the proceedings +on behalf of his aristocratic clients,” +said the man in the corner, when he had +assured himself of my undivided attention.</p> + +<p>“The adjourned inquest brought with it, +I assure you, its full quota of sensation. +Again Lord Barnsdale was present, calm, +haughty, and impassive, whilst Lady Barnsdale +was still too ill to attend. But she +had made a statement upon oath, in which, +whilst flatly denying that her interview +with the deceased at 6 p.m. had been +of an acrimonious character as alleged by +Alice Holt, she swore most positively that +all through the night she had been ill, and +had not left her room after 11.30 p.m.</p> + +<p>“The first witness called after this affidavit +had been read was Jane Barlow, Lady +Barnsdale’s maid.</p> + +<p>“The girl deposed that on that memorable +evening preceding the murder, she went up +to her mistress’s room at about 11.30 in +order to get everything ready for the night. +As a rule, of course, there was nobody about +in the bedroom at that hour, but on this +occasion when Jane Barlow entered the +room, which she did without knocking, she +saw her mistress sitting by her desk.</p> + +<p>“ ‘Her ladyship looked up when I came +in,’ continued Jane Barlow, ‘and seemed very +cross with me for not knocking at the door. +I apologised, then began to get the room +tidy; as I did so I could see that my lady +was busy counting a lot of money. There +were lots of sovereigns and banknotes. My +lady put some together in an envelope and +addressed it, then she got up from her desk +and went to lock up the remainder of the +money in her jewel safe.’</p> + +<p>“ ‘And this was at what time?’ asked the +coroner.</p> + +<p>“ ‘At about half-past eleven, I think, sir,’ +repeated the girl.</p> + +<p>“ ‘Well,’ said the coroner, ‘did you notice +anything else?’</p> + +<p>“ ‘Yes,’ replied Jane, ‘whilst my lady +was at her safe, I saw the envelope in which +she had put the money lying on the desk. +I couldn’t help looking at it, for I knew it +was ever so full of banknotes, and I saw +that my lady had addressed it to Sir Gilbert +Culworth.’</p> + +<p>“At this point Sir Arthur Inglewood +jumped to his feet and handed something +over to the coroner; it was evidently an +envelope which had been torn open. The +coroner looked at it very intently, then +suddenly asked Jane Barlow if she had +happened to notice anything about the +envelope which was lying on her ladyship’s +desk that evening.</p> + +<p>“ ‘Oh, yes, sir!’ she replied unhesitatingly, +‘I noticed my lady had made a splotch, +right on top of the C in Sir Gilbert Culworth’s +name.’</p> + +<p>“ ‘This, then, is the envelope,’ was the +coroner’s quiet comment, as he handed the +paper across to the girl.</p> + +<p>“ ‘Yes, there’s the splotch,’ she replied, +‘I’d know it anywhere.’</p> + +<p>“So you see,” continued the man in the +corner, with a chuckle, “that the chain of +circumstantial evidence against Lady Barnsdale +was getting somewhat entangled. It +was indeed fortunate for her that Sir Gilbert +Culworth had not destroyed the envelope in +which she had handed him over the money +on the following day.</p> + +<p>“Alice Holt, as you know, heard the conflict +and raised the alarm much later in the +night, when everybody was already in bed, +whilst long before that Lady Barnsdale was +apparently in possession of the money with +which she could pay back her debt.</p> + +<p>“Thus the motive for the crime, so far +as she was concerned, was entirely done away +with. Directly after the episode witnessed +by Jane Barlow, Lady Barnsdale had a sort +of nervous collapse, and went to bed feeling +very ill. Lord Barnsdale was terribly +concerned about her; he and the maid remained +alternately by her bedside for an hour or +two; finally Lord Barnsdale went to sleep +in his dressing-room, whilst Jane also finally +retired to rest.</p> + +<p>“Ill as Lady Barnsdale undoubtedly was +then, it was absolutely preposterous to +conceive that she could after that have planned +and carried out so monstrous a crime, without +any motive whatever. To have locked Alice +Holt’s door, then gone downstairs, forced +her way into the old lady’s room, struggled +with her, to have jumped out of the window, +and run back into the house by the garden, +might have been the work of a determined +woman, driven mad by the desire for money, +but became absolutely out of the question +in the case of a woman suffering from nervous +collapse, and having apparently no motive +for the crime.</p> + +<p>“Of course Sir Arthur Inglewood made +the most of the fact that no mud was found +on any shoes or dress belonging to Lady +Barnsdale. The flower-bed was very soft +with the heavy rain of the day before, and +Lady Barnsdale could not possibly have +jumped even from a ground-floor window +and trampled on the flower-bed without +staining her skirts.</p> + +<p>“Then there was another point which +the clever lawyer brought to the coroner’s +notice. As Alice Holt had stated in her +sworn evidence that Mme. Quesnard had +owned to being frightened of Lady Barnsdale +that night, was it likely that she would <em>of +her own accord</em> have opened the door to her +in the middle of the night, without at least +calling for assistance?</p> + +<p>“Thus the matter has remained a strange +and unaccountable puzzle. It has always +been called the ‘Barnsdale Mystery’ for that +very reason. Every one, somehow, has +always felt that Lady Barnsdale did have +something to do with that terrible tragedy. +Her husband has taken her abroad, and they +have let Barnsdale Manor; it almost seems +as if the ghost of the old Frenchwoman had +driven them forth from their own country.</p> + +<p>“As for Alice Holt, she maintains to this +day that Lady Barnsdale was the culprit, +and I understand that she has not yet given +up all hope of collecting a sufficiency of +evidence to have the beautiful and fashionable +woman of society arraigned for this +hideous murder.”</p> + +</div> + +<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter" id="ch12-4"> + +<h3>Chapter IV</h3> + +<p>“Will she succeed, do you think?” I asked +at last.</p> + +<p>“Succeed? Of course she won’t,” he +retorted excitedly. “Lady Barnsdale never +committed that murder; no woman, except, +perhaps, an East-end factory hand, could +have done it at all.”</p> + +<p>“But then——” I urged.</p> + +<p>“Why, then,” he replied, with a chuckle, +“the only logical conclusion is that the robbery +and the murder were not committed by the +same person, nor at the same hour of the +night; moreover, I contend that there was +no premeditated murder, but that the old +lady died from the result of a pure accident.”</p> + +<p>“But how?” I gasped.</p> + +<p>“This is my version of the story,” he said +excitedly, as his long bony fingers started +fidgeting, fidgeting with that eternal bit of +string. “Lady Barnsdale, pressed for money, +made an appeal to Mme. Quesnard, which the +latter refused, as we know. Then there was +an acrimonious dispute between the two +ladies, after which came the dinner hour, +then Madame, feeling ill and upset, went up +to bed at nine o’clock.</p> + +<p>“Now my contention is that undoubtedly +the robbery had been committed before that, +between the dispute and Madame’s +bedtime.”</p> + +<p>“By whom?”</p> + +<p>“By Lady Barnsdale, of course, who, +as the mistress of the house, could come and +go from room to room without exciting any +comment, who, moreover, at 6 p.m. was hard +pressed for money, and who but a few +hours later was handling a mass of gold and +banknotes.</p> + +<p>“But the strain of committing even an +ordinary theft is very great upon a refined +woman’s organisation. Lady Barnsdale has +a nervous breakdown. Well! what is the +most likely thing to happen? Why! that +she should confess everything to her husband, +who worships her, and no doubt express her +repentance at what she had done.</p> + +<p>“Then imagine Lord Barnsdale’s horror! +The old lady had not discovered the theft +before going to bed. That was only natural, +since she was feeling unwell, and was not +likely to sit up at night counting her money; +the lock of the bureau drawer having been +tampered with, would perhaps not attract +her attention at night.</p> + +<p>“But in the morning, the very first thing, +she would discover everything, at once suspect +the worst, and who knows, make a scandal, +talk of it before Alice Holt, Lady Barnsdale’s +arch enemy, and all before restitution could +be made.</p> + +<p>“No, no, that restitution must be made at +once! not a minute must be lost, since any +moment might bring forth discovery, and +perhaps an awful catastrophe.</p> + +<p>“I take it that Mme. Quesnard and her +nephew were on very intimate terms. He +hoped to arouse no one by going to his aunt’s +room, but in order to make quite sure that +Alice Holt, hearing a noise in her mistress’s +room, should not surreptitiously come down, +and perhaps play eavesdropper at the +momentous interview, he turned the key of +the girl’s door as he went past, and locked +her in.</p> + +<p>“Then he knocked at his aunt’s door +(gently, of course, for old people are light +sleepers), and called her by name. Mme. +Quesnard, recognising her nephew’s voice, +slipped on her dressing-gown, smoothed her +hair, and let him in.</p> + +<p>“Exactly what took place at the interview +it is, of course, impossible for any human +being to say. Here even I can but conjecture,” +he added, with inimitable conceit, +“but we can only imagine that, having heard +Lord Barnsdale’s confession of his wife’s +folly, the old lady, who as a Frenchwoman +was of quick temper and unbridled tongue, +would indulge in not very elegant rhetoric on +the subject of the woman she had always +disliked.</p> + +<p>“Lord Barnsdale would, of course, defend +his wife, and the old lady, with feminine +obstinacy, would continue the attack. Then +some insulting epithet, a word only perhaps, +roused the devoted husband’s towering +indignation—the meekest man on earth becomes +a mad bull when he really loves, and the +woman he loves is insulted.</p> + +<p>“I maintain that the old lady’s death was +really due to a pure accident; that Lord +Barnsdale gripped her by the throat, in a +moment of mad anger, at some hideous insult +hurled at his wife; of that I am as convinced +as if I had witnessed the whole scene. Then +the old lady fell, hit her head against the +marble, and Lord Barnsdale realised that he +was alone at night in his aunt’s room, and +that he had killed her.</p> + +<p>“What would anyone do under the +circumstances?” he added excitedly. “Why, of +course, collect his senses and try to save +himself from what might prove to be consequences +of the most awful kind. This Lord Barnsdale +thought he could best do by giving the +accident, which looked so like murder, the +appearance of a burglary.</p> + +<p>“The lock of the desk in the next room +had already been forced open; he now +locked the door on the inside, threw open the +shutter and the window, jumped out as any +burglar would have done; and, being careful +to obliterate his own footmarks, he crept +back into the house and thence into his own +room, without alarming the watch-dog, who +naturally knew his own master. He was, of +course, just in time before Alice Holt +succeeded in rousing the household with her +screams.</p> + +<p>“And thus you see,” he added, “there are +no such things as mysteries. The police call +them so, so do the public, but every crime +has its perpetrator, and every puzzle its +solution. My experience is that the simplest +solution is invariably the right one.”</p> + +<p class="finis">The End</p> + +</div> + +<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="section" id="transcriber"> + +<h2>Transcriber’s Notes</h2> + +<p>This transcription follows the text of the original 1909 +publication. However, the following alterations have been made to +correct what are believed to be unambiguous errors in the text:</p> + +<ul> + <li>“interwined” has been changed to “intertwined” (I., Ch. I).</li> + <li>“Chiselhurst” has been changed to “Chislehurst” (IV., Ch. IV).</li> + <li>“Vandervellen” has been changed to “Vanderdellen” (IV., Ch. IV).</li> + <li>“had affected” has been changed to “had effected” (V., Ch. II).</li> + <li>“glanced at if” has been changed to “glanced at it” (V., Ch. II).</li> + <li>“incoherent and definite” has been changed to “coherent and definite” + (VI., Ch. I).</li> + <li>“Wembly” has been changed to “Wembley” (VI., Ch. I).</li> + <li>“immedate” has been changed to “immediate” (VI., Ch. I).</li> + <li>“Athur” has been changed to “Arthur” (VII., Ch. II).</li> + <li>“cetain” has been changed to “certain” (VIII., Ch. II).</li> + <li>“signficance” has been changed to “significance” (VIII., Ch. III).</li> + <li>“Mr. Carlton” has been changed to “Mr. Carleton” (VIII., Ch. III).</li> +</ul> + +<p>Additionally, several occurrences of incorrectly matched quotation +marks have been repaired. 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