Part 8 (2/2)
”Very well, then, Mr. Wyatt. The two constables will be here at half-past seven, and I shall be ready to start with them at once. Should you by any chance be late, you will, no doubt, be able to overtake us before we get there.”
The next morning Frank was at the office half an hour before the appointed time. Fortunately no snow had fallen in the night. The chief constable looked grave and anxious when the search began; Frank was excited rather than anxious. He had no fear whatever as to the result of the investigation; it would disclose nothing, he felt certain, to Julian's disadvantage. The continued absence of the latter was unaccountable to him, but he felt absolutely certain that it would be explained satisfactorily on his return.
The moment they got across the hedge into the fields skirting the wood the chief constable exclaimed:
”Stay, men; here are footprints by the edge of the trees! Do not come out until I have carefully examined them. Do you not think,” he went on, turning to Frank, ”that it would be much better that you should not go further with me, for you see I might have to call you as a witness?”
”Not at all, Mr. Henderson; whatever we find, I shall have no objection to being a witness, for I am certain that we shall find nothing that will tend to incriminate my brother. I see what you are thinking of-that these footprints were Julian's. That is my own idea too. At any rate, they are the marks of a well-made boot of large size, without heavy nails.”
The constable nodded. ”There are two sets,” he said, ”one going each way; and by the distance they are apart, and the fact that the heel is not as deeply marked as the rest of the print, whoever made them was running.”
”Certainly,” Frank agreed; ”he ran up to the hedge and then turned. Why should he have done that?”
”Probably because he saw some vehicle or some persons walking along the road, and did not wish to be seen.”
”Possibly so, Mr. Henderson; but in that case, why did he not keep among the trees both coming and going, instead of exposing himself, as he must have done running here; for the hedge is thin, and any one walking along, much less driving, could have seen him.”
Mr. Henderson looked at Frank with a closer scrutiny than he had before given him.
”You are an acute observer, Mr. Wyatt. The point is an important one. A man wis.h.i.+ng to avoid observation would certainly have kept among the trees. Now, let us follow these footprints along; we may learn something further.”
Presently they came to the point where Julian had come out from the wood.
”You see he was in the wood, Mr. Wyatt,” the constable said.
”I quite see that,” Frank said. ”If these are the marks of Julian's boots-and I think they are-we have now found out that he came out of the wood at this point, ran for some purpose or other, and without an attempt at concealment, as far as the hedge; then turned and ran back again, past the point where he had left the wood. Now let us see what he did afterwards-it may give us a clue to the whole matter.”
Fifty yards further they came on the spot where Julian had turned off on the poacher's track.
”There it is, Mr. Henderson!” Frank exclaimed triumphantly. ”Another man came out of the wood here-a man with roughly-made boots with hob-nails. That man came out first; that is quite evident. The tracks are all in a line, and Julian's are in many places on the top of the other's. They were both running fast. But if you look you will see that Julian's strides are the longest, and, therefore, he was probably running the fastest.”
”It is as you say, Mr. Wyatt. The lighter footprints obliterate those of the heavier boots in several places. What can be the meaning of this, and what can the second man have been doing in the wood?”
”The whole thing is perfectly plain to me,” Frank said excitedly. ”Julian was in the road, he heard the report of the gun close by in the wood, and perhaps heard a cry; he jumped over the hedge and made for the spot, and possibly, as Mr. Faulkner said, ran into the drive and stooped over him; then he started in pursuit of the murderer, of whom he may possibly have obtained a sight. There was not enough snow under the trees for him to follow the footprints, he therefore ran to the edge of the wood, and then to the road, in search of the man's track. Then he turned and ran back again till he came upon them leaving the wood, and then set off in pursuit.”
”By Jove! Mr. Wyatt,” the officer said, ”I do think that your explanation is the right one. Give me your hand, lad; I had no more doubt five minutes ago that your brother had, in a fit of pa.s.sion, shot Mr. Faulkner than I have that I am standing here now. But I declare I think now that he acted as you say. How you have struck upon it beats me altogether.”
”I have been thinking of nothing else all the night, Mr. Henderson. I put myself in Julian's position, and it seemed to me that, hearing a gun fired so close at hand, even if he did not hear a cry, Julian knowing how often the man had been threatened, might at once have run to the spot, and might have behaved just as Faulkner says he did. All that seemed to me simple enough; Julian's absence was the only difficulty, and the only way I could possibly account for it, was that he had followed the murderer.”
”It was very imprudent,” Mr. Henderson said gravely.
”Very; but it was just the sort of thing Julian would have done.”
”But, however far he went, he ought to be back before this.”
”That is what I am anxious about, Mr. Henderson. Of course he ought to be back. I am terribly afraid that something has happened to him. This man, whoever he was, must have been a desperate character, and having taken one life from revenge, he would not hesitate to take another to secure his own safety. He had a great advantage over Julian, for, as we know, his gun carried bullets, while Julian had nothing but small shot. Which way shall we go next, Mr. Henderson-shall we follow the track or go into the wood?”
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