Part 38 (1/2)
Perhaps they called up the same a.s.sociation of ideas in Thornd.y.k.e's mind, for he remarked presently: ”The newsvendor is abroad to-night like a bird of ill-omen. Something unusual has happened: some public or private calamity, most likely, and these yelling ghouls are out to feast on the remains. The newspaper men have a good deal in common with the carrion-birds that hover over a battle-field.”
Again we subsided into silence and reflection. Then, after an interval, I asked:
”Would it be possible for me to help in any way in this investigation of yours?”
”That is exactly what I have been asking myself,” replied Thornd.y.k.e. ”It would be right and proper that you should, and I think you might.”
”How?” I asked eagerly.
”I can't say off-hand; but Jervis will be going away for his holiday almost at once--in fact, he will go off actual duty to-night. There is very little doing; the long vacation is close upon us, and I can do without him. But if you would care to come down here and take his place, you would be very useful to me; and if there should be anything to be done in the Bellinghams' case, I am sure you would make up in enthusiasm for any deficiency in experience.”
”I couldn't really take Jervis's place,” said I, ”but if you would let me help you in any way it would be a great kindness. I would rather clean your boots than be out of it altogether.”
”Very well. Let us leave it that you come here as soon as Barnard has done with you. You can have Jervis's room, which he doesn't often use nowadays, and you will be more happy here than elsewhere, I know. I may as well give you my latchkey now. I have a duplicate upstairs, and you understand that my chambers are yours too from this moment.”
He handed me the latchkey and I thanked him warmly from my heart, for I felt sure that the suggestion was made, not for any use that I should be to him, but for my own peace of mind. I had hardly finished speaking when a quick step on the paved walk caught my ear.
”Here is Jervis,” said Thornd.y.k.e. ”We will let him know that there is a loc.u.m tenens ready to step into his shoes when he wants to be off.” He flashed the lantern across the path, and a few moments later his junior stepped up briskly with a bundle of newspapers tucked under his arm.
It struck me that Jervis looked at me a little queerly when he recognised me in the dim light; also that he was a trifle constrained in his manner, as if my presence were an embarra.s.sment. He listened to Thornd.y.k.e's announcement of our newly made arrangement without much enthusiasm and with none of his customary facetious comments. And again I noticed a quick glance at me, half curious, half uneasy, and wholly puzzling to me.
”That's all right,” he said when Thornd.y.k.e had explained the situation.
”I daresay you'll find Berkeley as useful as me, and, in any case, he'll be better here than staying on with Barnard.” He spoke with unwonted gravity, and there was in his tone a solicitude for me that attracted my notice and that of Thornd.y.k.e as well, for the latter looked at him curiously, though he made no comment. After a short silence, however, he asked: ”And what news does my learned brother bring? There is a mighty shouting among the outer barbarians, and I see a bundle of newspapers under my learned friend's arm. Has anything in particular happened?”
Jervis looked more uncomfortable than ever. ”Well--yes,” he replied hesitatingly, ”something has happened--there! It's no use beating about the bush; Berkeley may as well learn it from me as from those yelling devils outside.” He took a couple of papers from his bundle and silently handed one to me and the other to Thornd.y.k.e.
Jervis's ominous manner, naturally enough, alarmed me not a little. I opened the paper with a nameless dread. But whatever my vague fears, they fell far short of the occasion; and when I saw those yells from without crystallised into scare headlines and flaming capitals I turned for a moment sick and dizzy with fear.
The paragraph was only a short one, and I read it through in less than a minute:
”THE MISSING FINGER
”DRAMATIC DISCOVERY AT WOODFORD.
”The mystery that has surrounded the remains of a mutilated human body, portions of which have been found in various places in Kent and Ess.e.x, has received a partial and very sinister solution. The police have, all along, suspected that these remains were those of a Mr. John Bellingham who disappeared under circ.u.mstances of some suspicion about two years ago. There is now no doubt upon the subject, for the finger which was missing from the hand that was found at Sidcup has been discovered at the bottom of a disused well _together with a ring_, which has been identified as one habitually worn by Mr. John Bellingham.
”The house in the garden of which the well is situated was the property of the murdered man, and was occupied at the time of the disappearance by his brother, Mr. G.o.dfrey Bellingham. But the latter left it very soon after, and it has been empty ever since. Just lately it has been put in repair, and it was in this way that the well came to be emptied and cleaned out. It seems that Detective-Inspector Badger, who was searching the neighbourhood for further remains, heard of the emptying of the well and went down in the bucket to examine the bottom, where he found the three bones and the ring.
”Thus the ident.i.ty of the body is established beyond all doubt, and the question that remains is, Who killed John Bellingham? It may be remembered that a trinket, apparently broken from his watch-chain, was found in the grounds of this house on the day that he disappeared, and that he was never again seen alive. What may be the import of these facts time will show.”
That was all; but it was enough. I dropped the paper to the ground and glanced round furtively at Jervis, who sat gazing gloomily at the toes of his boots. It was horrible; It was incredible! The blow was so crus.h.i.+ng that it left my faculties numb, and for a while I seemed unable even to think intelligibly.
I was aroused by Thornd.y.k.e's voice--calm, business-like, composed:
”Time will show, indeed! But meanwhile we must go warily. And don't be unduly alarmed, Berkeley. Go home, take a good dose of bromide with a little stimulant, and turn in. I am afraid this has been rather a shock to you.”
I rose from my chair like one in a dream and held out my hand to Thornd.y.k.e; and even in the dim light and in my dazed condition I noticed that his face bore a look that I had never seen before: the look of a granite mask of Fate--grim, stern, inexorable.
My two friends walked with me as far as the gateway at the top of Inner Temple Lane, and as we reached the entry a stranger, coming quickly up the Lane, overtook and pa.s.sed us. In the glare of the lamp outside the porter's lodge he looked at us quickly over his shoulder, and though he pa.s.sed on without halt or greeting, I recognised him with a certain dull surprise which I did not understand then and do not understand now. It was Mr. Jellicoe.