Part 17 (1/2)
”Do you think--” she began.
He shook her hand warmly and stepped back into the taxicab.
”Good night!” he said. ”No questions, please. I sha'n't expect you at the office at the usual time to-morrow, at any rate. Telephone or run around if you've anything to tell me.”
The taxicab disappeared round the corner of the street. Miss Brown was standing still upon the pavement with the latchkey in her hand.
It was afternoon before the inquest on the body of Austen Abbott, and there was gathered together in Letty Shaw's parlor a curiously a.s.sorted little group of people. There was Miss Shaw herself--or rather what seemed to be the ghost of herself--and her mother; Lady Mary and Sir William Trencham; Peter Ruff and Violet Brown--and Mr. John Dory. The eyes of all of them were fixed upon Peter Ruff, who was the latest arrival. He stood in the middle of the room, calmly taking off his gloves, and glancing complacently down at his well-creased trousers.
”Lady Mary,” he said, ”and Miss Shaw, I know that you are both anxious for me to explain why I ask you to meet me here this afternoon, and why I also requested my friend Mr. Dory from Scotland Yard, who has charge of the case against Captain Sotherst, to be present. I will tell you.”
Mr. Dory nodded, a little impatiently.
”Unless you have something very definite to say,” he remarked, ”I think it would be as well to postpone any general discussion of this matter until after the inquest. I must warn you that so far as I, personally, am concerned, I must absolutely decline to allude to the subject at all.
It would be most unprofessional.”
”I have something definite to say,” Peter Ruff declared, mildly.
Lady Mary's eyes flashed with hope--Letty Shaw leaned forward in her chair with white, drawn face.
”Let it be understood,” Peter Ruff said, with a slight note of gravity creeping into his tone, ”that I am here solely as the agent of Lady Mary Sotherst. I am paid and employed by her. My sole object is on her behalf, therefore, to discover proof of the innocence of Captain Sotherst. I take it, however,” he added, turning towards the drooping figure in the easy-chair, ”that Miss Shaw is as anxious to have the truth known.”
”Of course! Of course!” she murmured.
”In France,” Peter Ruff continued, ”there is a somewhat curious custom, which, despite a certain theatricality, yet has its points. The scene of a crime is visited, and its events, so far as may be, reconstructed. Let us suppose for a moment that we are now engaged upon something of the sort.”
Letty Shaw shrank back in her chair. Her thin white fingers were gripping its sides. Her eyes seemed to look upon terrible things.
”It is too--awful!” she faltered.
”Madam,” Peter Ruff said, firmly, ”we seek the truth. Be so good as to humour me in this. Dory, will you go to the front door, stand upon the mat--so? You are Captain Sotherst--you have just entered. I am Austen Abbott. You, Miss Shaw, have just ordered me from the room. You see, I move toward the door. I open it--so. Miss Shaw,” he added, turning swiftly towards her, ”once more will you a.s.sure me that every one who was in the flat that night, with the exception of your domestic servant, is present now?”
”Yes,” she murmured.
”Good! Then who,” he asked, suddenly pointing to a door on the left--”who is in that room?”
They had all crowded after him to the threshold--thronging around him as he stood face to face with John Dory. His finger never wavered--it was pointing steadily towards that closed door a few feet to the left.
Suddenly Letty Shaw rushed past them with a loud shriek.
”You shall not go in!” she cried. ”What business is it of his?”
She stood with her back to the door, her arms outstretched like a cross.
Her cheeks were livid. Her eyes seemed starting from her head.
Peter Ruff and John Dory laid their hands upon the girl's wrists. She clung to her place frantically. She was dragged from it, screaming.