Part 4 (2/2)
”I think not. Of course, he might have shot himself, but from the position of the wound I think not. Besides, where is the revolver?”
We looked about, but could not discover it, and at the same time Booth constantly urged upon us not to move about lest we might destroy any footmarks that would lead to a clue.
While Booth was searching the dead man's pockets of course finding nothing, Eric noticed a light approaching up the road, and pointed it out.
”That's the gov'nor on 'is bike,” declared the constable. ”I left word with my missis to send 'im up 'ere. I'm glad 'e's come.”
We awaited the arrival of the superintendent, a short, elderly, thick-set man in a dark suit, who spoke sharply to his officer, listened to the doctor's opinion, and then proceeded to make a methodical examination for himself.
He held the lantern to the dead man's face, and looked for some moments into his features.
”No. He's a perfect stranger to me,” the officer declared. ”Was there nothing in his pockets?”
”Only some money, sir--a s.h.i.+llin' or two,” answered the village policeman.
”On tramp, no doubt,” and he examined the palms of both hands, feeling them with his fingers. ”Not used to hard work--clean-shaven, too--done it to disguise himself probably. No razor?”
”No, sir.”
”Found the revolver?”
”No, sir.”
”Not searched yet, I suppose?”
”No, sir. I waited until you came, to hear your instructions.”
”Quite right. You'd better move him down to the village, and when it's light we'll search all around.” Then, turning to Richards, he added, ”There'll have to be an inquest, doctor. Shall we fix it for the day after to-morrow, at the Spread Eagle at Midhurst? Will that suit you?”
”Yes. I can make the post-mortem to-morrow,” Richards said, and thus it was arranged.
”It's a mystery--murder without a doubt,” declared the superintendent a few minutes later, while chatting with the doctor. ”How long has he been dead, do you think?”
”Eight or nine hours,” I should say.
”Then it was done about dusk, you think?”
”Most probably.”
”He was shot from the front, you notice, not in the back. Therefore, it seems quite evident that some secret meeting took place here before it grew dark. Bear that in mind, Booth, and make every inquiry to find out whether anybody was seen going over the fields.”
”His lords.h.i.+p and his friends were about the farms a-shootin' all day,”
the constable replied.
”Yes,” laughed Eric, ”but we didn't shoot with revolvers,” at which we all three laughed.
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