Part 26 (1/2)

LaGrange has employed him since the murder to a.s.sist her in concealing evidences of the crime, and that is why I suggested dragging the lake in search of what may be hidden there; but, according to his own story, he was in the city that night until some time after the murder was committed.”

”Yes, according to his own story, but in reality he did not go to the city at all that night. More than that, he was seen in this vicinity about midnight with a couple of suspicious looking characters.”

”By George! when did you learn that?”

”I knew it when Brown gave his testimony at the inquest.”

”The deuce you did! and then let the rascal give you the slip, after all!”

”Don't give yourself any anxiety on that score; I can produce Brown any hour he's wanted. One of my subordinates has his eye on him day and night. At last reports, he and Brown were occupying the same room in a third-cla.s.s lodging house; I'll wager they're having a game of cards together this evening.”

”Well, well! you have stolen a march on us. But, if I may ask, why don't you bag your game?”

”I am using him as a decoy for larger game. Whatever Brown is mixed up in, he is only a tool in the hands of older and shrewder rascals.”

Before the attorney could say anything further, Merrick rose abruptly and stepped to a table near by, returning with a package.

”What do you think of that?” he asked, removing the wrappings and holding up the rusty, metallic box.

”Great heavens!” e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Mr. Whitney, springing forward excitedly.

”Why, man alive, you don't mean to say that you have found the jewels!”

”No such good fortune as that yet,” the detective answered quietly, ”only the empty casket;” and having opened the box, he handed it to the attorney.

”Where did you find this?” the latter inquired.

”Fished it out of the lake.”

”Ah-h! I should like to know when.”

”While you were snoring this morning.”

”Great Scott! They'll catch a weasel asleep when they find you napping! But, by George! this rather confirms my theory about that woman getting possession of the jewels and hiring Brown to help her, doesn't it?”

Without replying, Merrick handed over the revolver which had been brought to light that morning.

”Where did you get this rusty thing? Was it in the lake, also?”

The detective nodded affirmatively, and Mr. Whitney examined the weapon in some perplexity.

”Well, I must say,” he remarked at length, ”I don't see what connection this has with the case. The shooting was done with Hugh Mainwaring's own revolver; that was settled at the inquest-”

”Pardon me! It was only 'settled' that the revolver found lying beside him was his own.”

The attorney stared as Merrick continued, at the same time producing from his pocket the revolver in question, ”This, as you are doubtless aware, is a Smith and Wesson, 32 calibre, while that,”

pointing to the rusty weapon in Mr. Whitney's hands, ”is an old Colt's revolver, a 38. On the morning of the murder, after you and the coroner had gone, I found the bullet for which we had searched unsuccessfully, and from that hour to this I have known, what before I had suspected, that this dainty little weapon of Mr. Mainwaring's played no part in the shooting. Here is the bullet, you can see for yourself.”

Mr. Whitney gazed in silent astonishment as the detective compared the bullet with the two weapons, showing conclusively that it could never have been discharged from the familiar 32-calibre revolver.

”Well, I'll be blessed if I can see what in the d.i.c.kens that revolver of Mainwaring's had to do with the affair, anyway!”