The Luminous Face. Wells Carolyn

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СКАЧАТЬ somebody, and that somebody is found croaked a few hours later, seems to me – ”

      “Seems to me, your guy is the last person in the world to suspect. It’s the obvious – ”

      “Yes, an obvious that I sorta hate to distrust!”

      “Nonsense! And you’ve disposed of Pollard anyway, haven’t you.”

      “Yes, I have. Half a dozen people were in touch with him all through the time of the murder. He’s out of it.”

      Prescott looked as disheartened as he felt.

      “And you’ve wasted good time tracking him down, when you might have been investigating the evidence while it was fresh! I’m disappointed in you, Prescott; you oughtn’t to have fallen for a steer like that.”

      Belknap was the Assistant District Attorney, and the Gleason case seemed to him important and absorbing. In his office the morning after the murder, he was getting all the information Prescott could give him, and he was really disgusted with the detective for having followed up the wild goose chase of Manning Pollard’s impulsive speech about the Western millionaire.

      Belknap was an earnest, honest investigator, not so much brilliant by deduction as clear-sighted, hard-headed and practical.

      He distrusted the obvious, not so much because of the hackneyed aphorism as because his own experience had proved to him that nine times out of ten, or oftener, the obvious was wrong. It must be looked into, of course, but not to the exclusion of other evidence or the neglect of other lines of investigation. And now, he felt, the trail had cooled somewhat, and valuable clews might be lost because of Prescott’s conviction of Pollard’s guilt.

      Belknap was of a higher mentality than Pollard, and he also was a man of more education and refinement. He was especially interested on this case, for the Lindsays were an exclusive family and kept themselves out of the limelight of publicity.

      But there were rumors that the lovely daughter was a harum-scarum, that the son of the house was addicted to bright lights and high stakes, and that the still young stepmother was quite as fond of social life as her two charges.

      But never were their names seen on the society columns or in the gossip papers and now, Belknap reflected, they could be approached by reporters.

      Indeed, he saw himself admitted to that hitherto inaccessible home, and in imagination he was already preening himself for the occasion.

      But Belknap was methodical, and he was preparing to go at once to the Gleason apartment, to begin his line of investigation.

      “How does Mrs Lindsay act?” he allowed himself to ask as he and Prescott started for Washington Square.

      “Oh, I don’t know,” returned Prescott; “about like you’d expect a sister to act. She was fond of her brother, I take it, but – well, I didn’t see much of her; still, I’ve a vague impression that she’s revengeful – anxious to find and punish the murderer – that struck me more than her grief.”

      “You can’t tell. She may be sorrowing deeply, and also be desirous of avenging her brother’s death. No question of suicide?”

      “Not now, no. There was at first. But an autopsy showed the second shot was fired first.”

      “What do you mean?”

      “The one they thought was second was first. It seems the first shot – through the temple – killed Gleason. And then, for some unexplained reason, the slayer fired again, through the dead man’s shoulder.”

      “Whatever for? And how do they know?”

      “Oh, the doctors could tell, by the blood coagulation or something. As to why it was done, I’ve no idea. What’s the obvious – I want to distrust it.”

      “Don’t be too funny, Prescott. This is a big case. Not only because of the prominence of the people involved, but it’s pretty mysterious, I think. We ought to get something out of the other people in the house.”

      “Not a chance. I tried it.”

      Belknap said nothing, but a close observer might have thought his silence not altogether an assent to Prescott’s corollary.

      “In fact,” Prescott went on, “I believe you’ll find your murderer among Gleason’s own bunch. Not the people in the house he lived in. You see that place was wished on him by a friend, and Gleason hated it. I got this from those men who know him. Miss Lindsay agreed to it. Gleason meant to move out – only took it because it was represented to him as a bijou apartment, and he thought it was a luxurious little nest – and, it isn’t. As you can now see for yourself.”

      At the house, Prescott pushed the button below McIlvaine’s card, and after a moment the door clicked, and grudgingly, as it seemed, moved itself a little, and Prescott pushed it open.

      “That’s the way the murderer got in,” he said positively.

      “Maybe not,” demurred Belknap. “Maybe he came in with Gleason.”

      “Oh, maybe he came in at the window, or down the chimney!” exclaimed Prescott shortly; “you can’t admit the obvious ever, can you?”

      Belknap chuckled at the other’s quick temper, and they went upstairs.

      They found Policeman Kelly in charge, and he greeted them gladly.

      “Get busy,” he said, genially. “Sure, there’s enough to engage your attention.”

      Belknap, beyond a word of greeting, ignored the officer, and took a swift, comprehensive survey of the place.

      It was a large front room, apparently library and cutting room. A bedroom was back of it and a bath room behind that. An old house, quite evidently remodeled for bachelor or small family apartments.

      Though up to date as to plumbing, lighting and decoration, the window and door frames proclaimed it an old building. The furniture was over ornate, and the pictures and ornaments a bit flamboyant. But it was a comfortable enough place, and the personal belongings of the dead Gleason were scattered about and gave a homey appearance. A silver framed photograph of Mrs Lindsay was on a table, and on another were two more portraits of less distinguished-looking ladies.

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