"The boys look wide-awake enough if the father does not.As for the aunt,she is sweetness itself.Do they still insist that Miss Challoner was the only person in the room with them at this time?""They did last night.I don't know how they will meet this statement of the doctor's.""George?"
He leaned nearer.
"Have you ever thought that she might have been a suicide?That she stabbed herself?
"No,for in that case a weapon would have been found.""And are you sure that none was?"
"Positive.Such a fact could not have been kept quiet.If a weapon had been picked up there would be no mystery,and no necessity for further police investigation.""And the detectives are still here?
"I just saw one."
"George?"
Again his head came nearer.
"Have they searched the lobby?I believe she had a weapon.""Laura!
"I know it sounds foolish,but the alternative is so improbable.Afamily like that cannot be leagued together in a conspiracy to hide the truth concerning a matter so serious.To be sure,they may all be short-sighted,or so little given to observation that they didn't see what passed before their eyes.The boys look wide-awake enough,but who can tell?I would sooner believe that -"I stopped short so suddenly that George looked startled.My attention had been caught by something new I saw in the mirror upon which my attention was fixed.A man was looking in from the corridor behind,at the four persons we were just discussing.He was watching them intently,and I thought I knew his face.
"What kind of a looking person was the man who took you outside last night?"I inquired of George,with my eyes still on this furtive watcher.
"A fellow to make you laugh.A perfect character,Laura;hideously homely but agreeable enough.I took quite a fancy to him.Why?""I am looking at him now."
"Very likely.He's deep in this affair.Just an everyday detective,but ambitious,I suppose,and quite alive to the importance of being thorough.""He is watching those people.No,he isn't.How quickly he disappeared!""Yes,he's mercurial in all his movements.Laura,we must get out of this.There happens to be something else in the world for me to do than to sit around and follow up murder clews."But we began to doubt if others agreed with him,when on passing out we were stopped in the lobby by this same detective,who had something to say to George,and drew him quickly aside.
"What does he want?"I asked,as soon as George had returned to my side.
"He wants me to stand ready to obey any summons the police may send me.""Then they still suspect Brotherson?"
They must."
My head rose a trifle as I glanced up at George.
"Then we are not altogether out of it?"I emphasised,complacently.
He smiled which hardly seemed a propos.Why does George sometimes smile when I am in my most serious moods.
As we stepped out of the hotel,George gave my arm a quiet pinch which served to direct my attention to an elderly gentleman who,was just alighting from a taxicab at the kerb.He moved heavily and with some appearance of pain,but from the crowd collected on the sidewalk many of whom nudged each other as he passed,he was evidently a person of some importance,and as he disappeared within the hotel entrance,I asked George who this kind-faced,bright-eyed old gentleman could be.
He appeared to know,for he told me at once that he was Detective Gryce;a man who had grown old in solving just such baffling problems as these.
"He gave up work some time ago,I have been told,"my husband went on;"but evidently a great case still has its allurement for him.
The trail here must be a very blind one for them to call him in.
I wish we had not left so soon.It would have been quite an experience to see him at work.""I doubt if you would have been given the opportunity.I noticed that we were slightly de trop towards the last.""I wouldn't have minded that;not on my own account,that is.It might not have been pleasant for you.However,the office is waiting.Come,let me put you on the car."That night I bided his coming with an impatience I could not control.
He was late,of course,but when he did appear,I almost forgot our usual greeting in my hurry to ask him if he had seen the evening papers.
"No,"he grumbled,as he hung up his overcoat."Been pushed about all day.No time for anything.""Then let me tell you -"
But he would have dinner first.
However,a little later we had a comfortable chat.Mr.Gryce had made a discovery,and the papers were full of it.It was one which gave me a small triumph over George.The suggestion he had laughed at was not so entirely foolish as he had been pleased to consider it.But let me tell the story of that day,without any further reference to myself.
The opinion had become quite general with those best acquainted with the details of this affair,that the mystery was one of those abnormal ones for which no solution would ever be found,when the aged detective showed himself in the building and was taken to the room,where an Inspector of Police awaited him.Their greeting was cordial,and the lines on the latter's face relaxed a little as he met the still bright eye of the man upon whose instinct and judgment so much reliance had always been placed.
"This is very good of you,"he began,glancing down at the aged detective's bundled up legs,and gently pushing a chair towards him."I know that it was a great deal to ask,but we're at our wits'end,and so I telephoned.It's the most inexplicable -There!
you have heard that phrase before.But clews -there are absolutely none.That is,we have not been able to find any.Perhaps you can.
At least,that is what we hope.I've known you more than once to succeed where others have failed."The elderly man thus addressed,glanced down at his legs,now propped up on a stool which someone had brought him,and smiled,with the pathos of the old who sees the interests of a lifetime slipping gradually away.
