The Mysteries of Detective Ashton-Kirk (Complete Series). John T. McIntyre

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СКАЧАТЬ are you?"he greeted them affably.

      "Been here all day?"asked Ashton-Kirk.

      "Oh, no. Just come on. I'm the third shift since I saw you last."

      "Nobody has been permitted to go upstairs, I presume?"

      "Only the coroner's man, who came for the body. And they touched nothing but the body. Our orders were strong on that."

      "Has anything been heard as the result of the post-mortem?"

      "It showed that Hume was in bad shape from too much drink. Then he had a hard knock on the head, and the wound in his chest."

      "But there was no sign of a bullet wound?"

      "No,"said Paulson, surprised. "Nothing like that."

      "Just a moment,"said the investigator to Pendleton. He crossed the street, walked along for a few paces, then paused at the curb and looked back toward Hume's doorway. Then he returned with quick steps and an alert look in his eyes.

      "Now we'll go upstairs,"he said.

      But before doing so he stopped and examined the lock of the street door closely; then he mounted the stairs slowly, his glances seeming to take in everything. At the top he paused, his head bent, apparently in deep thought. Then he lifted it suddenly, and laughed exultantly.

      "That's it,"he said, "I'm quite sure that is it."

      "I wouldn't doubt your word for an instant,"said Pendleton, in something like his old voice. "Whatever it is, I'm quite sure it is if you say so."

      The policeman on guard in the hall examined them carefully.

      "All right,"said he, after they had explained and he had verified it by calling to his mate at the street door. "Go right to work, gents. I'm here to see that nobody gets in from above by way of the scuttle, and I guess I won't be in the way."

      There were three gas branches at intervals along the length of the dim hall, each with a cluster of four jets. Ashton-Kirk lighted all three of these and began making a careful examination of the passage. Along toward the rear was a stairway leading to the floor above. Next this was a small room in which there was a water tap. At the extreme end of the hall was a window with a green shade drawn to the bottom.

      Ashton-Kirk regarded this for a moment intently. Then he reached up and turned off the gas at the branch nearest the window. Daylight could now be seen through the blind; the investigator pointed and said:

      "This shows us something. About six inches of the bottom of the blind is of a decidedly lighter color than the remainder. This is caused by exposure to the light and indicates that this blind has seldom been drawn in daylight as it is now."

      He drew back the blind and looked at the side nearest the window. At the top of the faded space was a heavy dark line.

      "I'll modify that last statement,"said he, with satisfaction. "I'll go as far as to say, now, that the blind has never been drawn since it was put up. This thick line marks the part that lay across the top of the roller, and the dust seems never to have been disturbed."

      The gas was lighted once more.

      "Hume did not draw that curtain,"said Ashton-Kirk, decidedly. "He was too careless a man, apparently, to think of such a thing. The intruders, whoever they were, did it; they had a light, perhaps, and did not want to be—"

      He paused abruptly here, and Pendleton heard him draw his breath sharply between his teeth; his eyes were fixed upon the lowermost step of the flight that led to the floor above.

      One of the gas branches hung here; its full glare was thrown downward. Following the fixed gaze of his friend, Pendleton saw two partly burned matches, the stump of a candle, and some traces of tallow which had fallen from the latter upon the step. To Pendleton's amazement, his friend dropped to his knees before these as a heathen would before an idol. With the utmost attention he examined them and the step upon which they lay. Then he arose, enthusiasm upon his face.

      "Beautiful!"he cried. "I do not recall ever having seen anything just like it!"He slapped Pendleton upon the back with a heavy, hand. "Pen, that stump of candle sheds more light than the finest arc lamp ever manufactured."

      "I'm watching and I'm listening,"spoke Pendleton. "Also I'm agitating my small portion of gray matter. But inspiration, it seems, is not for me. So I'll have to ask you what these things tell you."

      "Well, they give me a fairly good view of the man who, while he may not actually have murdered Hume, had much to do with his taking off."He bent over the lower step once more, then looked up with a smile upon his face. "What would you say,"asked he, "if I told you that I draw from these things that the gentleman was short, well-dressed, near-sighted and knew something of the modern German dramatists."

      "I should say,"replied Pendleton, firmly, "that you ought to have your brain looked at. It sounds wrong to me."

      Ashton-Kirk laughed, and started up the stairs toward the third floor.

      "I'll return in a moment,"he said. "Don't trouble to come up."

      He was gone but a very little while, and when he returned his face wore a satisfied look.

      "The bolt of the scuttle is broken, just as Osborne said,"he reported. "And anyone who could gain the roof would have little difficulty in effecting an entrance."He led the way down the hall, saying as he went: "Now we'll browse around in the rooms for a while; then we'll be off to dinner."

      The storage room was entered first as upon the earlier visit, but Ashton-Kirk wasted but little time upon it. In the front room, however, he examined things with a minuteness that amazed Pendleton. And yet everything was done quickly; like a keen-nosed hound, the investigator went from one object to another; nothing seemed to escape him, nothing was too small for his attention. One of the first things that he did was to get a chair and plant it against the lettered door that led directly into the hall. At the top was a gong with a spring-hammer, one of the sort that rings its warning whenever the door is opened; and this the investigator examined with care.

      He then passed into the railed space where the body had lain and where the darkened trail of blood still bore ghastly testimony to what had occurred. The man's singular eyes scanned the floor, the walls, the flat-topped desk. On this last his attention again became riveted; and once more Pendleton heard his breath drawn sharply between his teeth.

      "When Hume was struck upon the head,"said Ashton-Kirk, after a moment, "he was standing at this desk. He had just sprung up, probably upon hearing a sound of some kind. See where the chair is pushed back against the wall, just as he would have pushed it had he arisen hastily. When he struck he fell across the desk."He pointed to a dark trickle of blood down the back of the piece of furniture in question. "That is the result of the blow upon the head, and probably flowed from the mouth or nostrils. After the first senseless lurch the body settled back and slid to the position in which it was found. Here is a blotting pad, a small pair of shears, a box of clips and a letter scale upon the floor where the sliding body dragged them. The top of the desk is of polished wood; it is perfectly smooth; there are no crevices or anything of the sort to catch hold of anything. When the body slipped from it, it must have swept everything with it, cleanly. And yet,"bending forward over the desk and picking up a minute red particle, "here, directly in the center, we find this."

      "What is it?"asked Pendleton, eagerly.

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