The Mysteries of Detective Ashton-Kirk (Complete Series). John T. McIntyre
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Название: The Mysteries of Detective Ashton-Kirk (Complete Series)
Автор: John T. McIntyre
Издательство: Bookwire
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"It is that portion of a railroad ticket which a conductor's punch bites out, and which litters the floor and the seats in trains. Have you never had one fall from your clothes after a railroad journey?"
Pendleton looked at the tiny red fragment, and then at the desk.
"If Hume fell across the desk, as you've just said,"he remarked, slowly, "and pulled all these other things to the floor with him—why, Kirk, this bit of card, in the very center of the polished top—it must have dropped there afterwards."
"Exactly,"said Ashton-Kirk. "And now, if you don't mind, just step out into the hall and ask Paulson to come up."
Pendleton did so; and while he was gone, Ashton-Kirk placed the red fragment carefully in his card-case. When the other re-entered with Paulson at his heels, he asked:
"Have any of the policemen detailed here been out of town recently?"
"No,"replied Paulson. "There have been five besides myself, and they have been on duty every day."
"Thank you,"said the investigator. And as the policeman went out, he made his way into the kitchen. Here, however, his examination was brief, as was that of the bedroom also. At length he paused, his hands in his pockets, his head thrown back, satisfaction lighting his dark, keen face.
"That is all, I think,"said he. "There have only been a few pages, but the print has been exceedingly good and the matter of much interest."He looked at a clock that ticked solemnly upon a shelf. "We have half an hour to reach my place and dress,"he said. "I'm afraid that we'll be late, and that Edouard will be annoyed. His cookery is so exquisitely timed that it is scarcely the better for delay."
"Wait a minute,"said Pendleton, grasping his friend's arm. "What part did Edyth—Miss Vale—play in all this? I can see you have formed in your mind some sort of completed action. Where does she come into it?"
"Completed!"Ashton-Kirk smiled into the pale, set face of his friend. "You give me too much credit, old chap. I have some undoubted scenes from the drama; but most of the remainder are merely detached lines and bits of stage business. As to Miss Vale,"here the smile vanished, "I have been unable to make up my mind just how far she is concerned, if at all. However, perhaps twenty-four hours will make it all clear enough. In the meantime I will say this to you: Don't jump to harsh conclusions, Pen. You know this young lady well. How far do you suppose she would go to the perpetrating of a downright crime?"
"Not a step!"answered Pendleton, promptly.
"Then,"said Ashton-Kirk, "until we know positively that she has done so, stick to that."
CHAPTER VII
THE SCHWARTZ-MICHAEL BAYONET
As Ashton-Kirk and Pendleton sat in the former's library that evening after dinner, there came a knock upon the door and Fuller entered briskly. In his hand he carried a paper parcel which he laid upon a stand at the investigator's elbow.
"This is the bayonet, sir,"said he. "Mr. Stillman, the coroner, objected to letting me have it at first, but changed his mind after I had talked to him for a while."
"Did you take the photograph to Berg in Christie Place?"
"Yes, sir. He recognized it at once as that of the person in question."
"And you made inquiries upon the other point?"
"I did. Neither Mr. Stillman nor any of the men who removed the body of Hume have been out of town within a week. I also questioned Mr. Osborne; his answer was the same. Brolatsky's reply was similar; and he also said that Hume had not ridden on a railroad in years."
"That will be all, Fuller; thank you."
The brisk young man had reached the door when the investigator added:
"One moment."
He scribbled something upon a pad, tore off the leaf and handed it to his aid.
"Look these things up at once."
Fuller took the paper, glanced at it and then replied:
"Very well, sir."
Seated in his big chair with the jar of Greek tobacco and sheaf of brown paper wrappers before him, Ashton-Kirk did not display any haste in removing the covering from the bayonet that had let the life out of the art dealer. Rather he sank deeper into the arms of the chair; the cigarette end became gray and dead between his fingers; the strangely brilliant eyes closed as though he had fallen asleep.
But Pendleton, who understood his friend's ways, knew better; the keen, swift-moving mind was but arranging the developments of the day, weighing them, giving to each its proper value. A little later and the eyes would unclose, more than likely alight with some new idea, some fresh purpose drawn from his reflections.
And as Pendleton waited he, too, fell into a musing state and also began marshaling the facts as he saw them. Ashton-Kirk, during dinner, had told him those regarding the visit of Edyth Vale the day before.
"Pen, you know I don't usually do this,"the investigator had informed him. "But as you know so much already, and your feelings in the matter being what they are, I think it best that you should know more."
And now Pendleton, as he rolled and consumed cigarette after cigarette, went over the facts as they had been laid before him.
"And Morris,"said he to himself, as he reached the end of his friend's recital; "now what sort of a mess has Allan Morris got himself into? And after he had got into it, why in heaven's name didn't he keep quiet about it? What good could come from Edyth's knowing it?"
Then the fact that Morris had apparently tried to keep his secret from Miss Vale presented itself. But Pendleton dismissed it with contempt.
"Tried!"he said to himself. "Of course; but how? By marching up and down the floor. By a great parade of tragic despair; by sighs and the wringing of his hands. I've always suspected Morris of being a bit theatrical—and now I am sure of it."
He roused himself for a moment, lighted a fresh cigarette and settled back once more.
"I'm not Kirk by any means,"he reflected, "and this sort of thing is altogether out of my line. But it seems clear that Edyth—after leaving here yesterday—received some unexpected news. When she was here, consulting Kirk, she was, to all appearances, in a quandary—helpless. She did not know how to proceed; she understood nothing. But her darting off alone that way after midnight proves that some sort of a crisis had come up. She had heard something—more than likely through Morris. He probably,"with great contempt, "became hysterical again, couldn't contain himself and blabbed everything—whatever it was."
Then he burst out aloud, angrily.
"She went to Hume's last night because she had reason to think Morris would be there. And if the truth were known, Morris was there."
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