Part 2 (2/2)
”You take Dr. Stern inside, Tomlinson. I'll join you in a few minutes.
I must have a breath of air, or I'll choke!”
Doctor and butler hurried into the house; then, but not until then, Hilton Fenley and the keeper became aware of Farrow, now within a few yards. At sight of him, Fenley seemed to recover his faculties; the mere possibility of taking some definite action brought a tinge of color to a pallid and somewhat sallow face.
”Ah! Here is the constable,” he cried. ”Go with him, Bates, and have that artist fellow arrested!”
”Meaning Mr. Trenholme, sir?” inquired the policeman, startled anew by this unexpected reference to the man he had parted from so recently.
”I don't know his name; but Bates met him in the park, near the lake, just after the shot was fired that killed my father.”
”But I met him, too, sir. He didn't fire any shot. He hadn't a gun. In fact, he spoke about the shootin', and was surprised at it.”
”Look here, Farrow, I am incapable of thinking clearly; so you must act for the best. Some one fired that bullet. It nearly tore my father to pieces. I never saw anything like it. It was ghastly--oh, ghastly!
The murderer must be found. Why are you losing time? Jump into the car, and Brodie will take you anywhere you want to go. The roads, the railway stations, must be scoured, searched. Oh, do something, or I shall go mad!”
Hilton Fenley did, indeed, wear the semblance of a man distraught.
Horror stared from his deep-set eyes and lurked in the corners of his mouth. His father had been struck dead within a few seconds after they had separated in the entrance hall, both having quitted the breakfast room together, and the awful discovery which followed the cry of an alarmed servant had almost shaken the son's reason.
Farrow was hardly fitted to deal with a crisis of such magnitude, but he acted promptly and with fixed purpose--qualities which form the greater part of generals.h.i.+p.
”Bates,” he said, turning a determined eye on the keeper, ”where was you when you heard the shot?”
”In the kennels, back of the lodge,” came the instant answer.
”And you kem this way at once?”
”Straight. Didn't lose 'arf a minute.”
”So no one could have left by the Easton gate without meeting you?”
”That's right.”
”And you found Mr. Trenholme--where?”
”Comin' away from the cedars, above the lake.”
”What did he say?”
”Tole me about the shot, an' pointed out the Quarry Wood as the place it kem from.”
”Was he upset at all in his manner?”
”Not a bit. Spoke quite nateral-like.”
”Well, between the three of us, you an' me an' Mr. Trenholme, we account for both gates an' the best part of two miles of park. Where is Jenkins?”
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