Part 4 (1/2)
”He'd have a nice job to prove it!” said Viner with a forced laugh. ”No, if the police get him--besides, he was running straight from the place!
Isn't it a queer thing?” he went on, laughing again. ”I don't mind remembering the--the dead man, but I hate the recollection of that chap hurrying away! I wonder what it feels like when you've just murdered another fellow, to slink off like--”
”You've no business to be wondering any such thing!” said Miss Penkridge sharply. ”Here--get yourself another brandy and soda, and let us talk business. These two women--did they feel it much?”
”They puzzled me,” replied Viner. He took his aunt's advice about the extra gla.s.s, and obeyed her, too, when she silently pointed to a box of cigars which lay on the sideboard. ”All right,” he said after a minute or two. ”I'm not going to have nerves. What was I saying? They puzzled me? Yes, puzzled. Especially the girl; she seemed so collected about everything. And yet, according to her own story, she's only just out of the schoolroom. You'll go round there with me?”
”If we can be of any service to them? certainly,” a.s.sented Miss Penkridge.
”The girl said they'd no men folk,” remarked Viner.
”In that case I shall certainly go,” said Miss Penkridge. ”Now, Richard, smoke your cigar, and think no more about all this till tomorrow.”
Viner flung himself into an easy-chair.
”All right!” he said. ”Don't bother! It's been a bit of a facer, but--”
He was astonished when he woke the next morning, much later than was his wont, to find that he had not dreamed about the events of the midnight.
And he was his usual practical and cool-headed self when, at eleven o'clock, he stood waiting in the hall for Miss Penkridge to go round with him to number seven. But the visit was not to be paid just then--as they were about to leave the house, a police-officer came hurrying up and accosted Viner. Inspector Drillford's compliments, and would Mr. Viner come round? And then the messenger gave a knowing grin.
”We've got the man, sir!” he whispered. ”That's why you're wanted.”
CHAPTER IV
THE RING AND THE KNIFE
Viner was hoping that the police had got hold of the wrong man as he reluctantly walked into Drillford's office, but one glance at the inspector's confident face, alert and smiling, showed him that Drillford himself had no doubts on that point.
”Well, Mr. Viner,” he said with a triumphant laugh, ”we haven't been so long about it, you see! Much quicker work than I'd antic.i.p.ated, too.”
”Are you sure you've got the right man?” asked Viner. ”I mean--have you got the man I saw running away from the pa.s.sage?”
”You shall settle that yourself,” answered Drillford. ”Come this way.”
He led Viner down a corridor, through one or two locked doors, and motioning him to tread softly, drew back a sliding panel in the door of a cell and silently pointed. Viner, with a worse sickness than before, stole up and looked through the barred opening. One glance at the man sitting inside the cell, white-faced, staring at the drab, bare wall, was enough; he turned to Drillford and nodded. Drillford nodded too, and led him back to the office.
”That's the man I saw,” said Viner.
”Of course!” a.s.sented Drillford. ”I'd no doubt of it. Well, it's been a far simpler thing than I'd dared to hope. I'll tell you how we got him. This morning, about ten o'clock, this chap, who won't give his name, went into the p.a.w.nbroker's shop in Edgware Road, and asked for a loan on a diamond ring which he produced. Now, Pelver, who happened to attend to him himself, is a good deal of an expert in diamonds--he's a jeweller as well as a p.a.w.nbroker, and he saw at once that the diamond in this ring was well worth all of a thousand pounds--a gem of the first water! He was therefore considerably astonished when his customer asked for a loan of ten pounds on it--still more so when the fellow suggested that Pelver should buy it outright for twenty-five. Pelver asked him some questions as to his property in the ring--he made some excuses about its having been in his family for some time, and that he would be glad to realize on it. Under pretence of examining it, Pelver took the ring to another part of his shop and quietly sent for a policeman. And the end was, this officer brought the man here, and Pelver with him, and the ring. Here it is!”
He opened a safe and produced a diamond ring at which Viner stared with feelings for which he could scarcely account.
”How do you know that's one of Mr. Ashton's rings?” he asked.
”Oh, I soon solved that!” laughed Drillford. ”I hurried round to Markendale Square with it at once. Both the ladies recognized it--Mr.
Ashton had often shown it to them, and told them its value, and there's a private mark of his inside it. And so we arrested him, and there he is!
Clear case!”
”What did he say?” asked Viner.