Part 48 (2/2)
”You have heard correctly,” I returned. ”I have taken a deep interest in this tragedy, and have come into possession of some facts in reference to it which as yet I have imparted to no living soul.”
Mr. Gryce's interest in my poor little vase increased marvellously.
Seeing this, I complacently continued:
”I could not have accomplished so much had I indulged in a confidant.
Such work as I have attempted depends for its success upon the secrecy with which it is carried on. That is why amateur work is sometimes more effective than professional. No one suspected me of making inquiries, unless it was this gentleman, and he was forewarned of my possible interference. I told him that in case Howard Van Burnam was put under arrest, I should take it upon myself to stir up matters; and I have.”
”Then you do not believe in Mr. Van Burnam's guilt? Not even in his complicity, I suppose?” ventured the Inspector.
”I do not know anything about his complicity; but I do not believe the stroke given to his wife came from his hand.”
”I see, I see. You believe it the work of his brother.”
I stole a look at Mr. Gryce before replying. He had turned the vase upside down, and was intently studying its label; but he could not conceal his expectation of an affirmative answer. Greatly relieved, I immediately took the position I had resolved upon, and calmly but vigorously observed:
”What I believe, and what I have learned in support of my belief, will sound as well in your ears ten minutes hence as now. Before I give you the result of such inquiries as I have been enabled to make, I require to know what evidence you have yourself collected against the gentleman you have just named, and in what respect it is as criminating as that against his brother?”
”Is not that peremptory, Miss b.u.t.terworth? And do you think us called upon to part with all or any of the secrets of our office? We have informed you that we have new and startling evidence against the older brother; should not that be sufficient for you?”
”Perhaps so if I were an a.s.sistant of yours, or even in your employ. But I am neither; I stand alone, and although I am a woman and unused to this business, I have earned, as I think you will acknowledge later, the right to some consideration on your part. I cannot present the facts I have to relate in a proper manner till I know just how the case stands.”
”It is not curiosity that troubles Miss b.u.t.terworth--Madam, I said it was not curiosity--but a laudable desire to have the whole matter arranged with precision,” dropped now in his dryest tones from the detective's lips.
”Mr. Gryce has a most excellent understanding of my character,” I gravely observed.
The Inspector looked nonplussed. He glanced at Mr. Gryce and he glanced at me, but the smile of the former was inscrutable, and my expression, if I showed any, must have betrayed but little relenting.
”If called as a witness, Miss b.u.t.terworth,”--this was how he sought to manage me,--”you will have no choice in the matter. You will be compelled to speak or show contempt of court.”
”That is true,” I acknowledged. ”But it is not what I might feel myself called upon to say then, but what I can say now, that is of interest to you at this present moment. So be generous, gentlemen, and satisfy my curiosity, for such Mr. Gryce considers it, in spite of his a.s.sertions to the contrary. Will it not all come out in the papers a few hours hence, and have I not earned as much at your hands as the reporters?”
”The reporters are our bane. Do not liken yourself to the reporters.”
”Yet they sometimes give you a valuable clue.”
Mr. Gryce looked as if he would like to disclaim this, but he was a judicious soul, and merely gave a twist to the vase which I thought would cost me that small article of vertu.
”Shall we humor Miss b.u.t.terworth?” asked the Inspector.
”We will do better,” answered Mr. Gryce, setting the vase down with a precision that made me jump; for I am a wors.h.i.+pper of _bric-a-brac_, and prize the few articles I own, possibly beyond their real value. ”We will treat her as a coadjutor, which, by the way, she says she is not, and by the trust we place in her, secure that discretionary use of our confidence which she shows with so much spirit in regard to her own.”
”Begin then,” said I.
”I will,” said he, ”but first allow me to acknowledge that you are the person who first put us on the track of Franklin Van Burnam.”
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