Part 33 (1/2)
He pulled up and the two of us stood, horror-stricken, rooted to the spot, looking into the little room.
I have said that Coates invariably closed the windows before leaving the house, but here the window was open. p.r.o.ne upon the floor was stretched the figure of a man!
He wore a light overcoat, and his hat lay under the telephone table--where it had evidently rolled at the moment of his fall. The poisonous smell was more apparent here than elsewhere; and looking down at the p.r.o.ne figure, the face of which was indiscernible because of the man's position:
”Why, Gatton!” I said in an awed whisper--”look!... he was speaking to some one!”
”I'm looking!” replied Gatton grimly.
Grasped rigidly in his left hand the fallen man held the telephone!
”We want gas-masks for this job,” said the Inspector.
His words were true enough. I had already recognized the odor of the foul stuff. It was identical with that which, as we had come down from the upper floor of the Abbey Inn, had proceeded from the room wherein the mysterious sh.e.l.l had exploded. In a word my cottage was filled with some kind of poison-gas!
”We must risk it, anyway,” said Gatton, ”and find out who it is.”
I nodded, sick with foreboding. Stooping swiftly, he succeeded in turning over the p.r.o.ne figure, whereupon I quite failed to restrain a hoa.r.s.e cry of horror....
_It was Eric Coverly_!
The fume-laden room seemed to swim around me as I looked down at the dreadfully contorted features over which was creeping that greenish tint which had characterized the face of Sir Marcus as I had seen it on the morning of the body's recovery from the hold of the _Oritoga_.
”Drag him out,” said Gatton huskily; ”he may be alive.”
But even as we bent to the attempt, both my companion and I were seized with violent nausea; for the wisps of gray mist which still floated in the air were nevertheless sufficiently deadly. However, we succeeded at last in dragging Eric Coverly into the pa.s.sage. Here it became necessary to detach the telephone from the death-grip in which he held it.
I turned my head aside whilst Gatton accomplished this task; then together we bore Coverly out into the porch. At this point we were both overcome again by the fumes. Gatton was the first to recover sufficiently to stoop and examine the victim of this fiendish outrage.
I clutched dizzily at an upright of the porch, and:
”Don't tell me he's dead,” I whispered.
But Gatton stood up and nodded sternly.
”He was the last!” he said strangely. ”They have triumphed after all.”
The man who had driven the car and who now stood in a state of evident stupefaction looking over the gate, where he had been warned to remain by the Inspector, came forward on seeing Gatton beckoning to him.
”Notify the local officer in charge and bring a doctor,” said Gatton.
He turned to me. ”Which is the nearest?”
Rapidly I gave the man the necessary instructions and he went running out to the car and soon was speeding away towards the house of a local physician.
I find it difficult to recapture the peculiar horror of the next few minutes, during which, half-fearful of entering the cottage, Gatton and I stood in the little sheltered garden adjoining the porch looking down at the body of this man who had met his end under my roof, in circ.u.mstances at once dreadful and incomprehensible.
Tragically, Eric Coverly was vindicated; by his death he was proved innocent. And by the manner of his death we realized that he had fallen a victim to the same malign agency as his cousin.
I have explained that my cottage stood in a strangely secluded spot, although so near to the sleepless life of London; and I remember that throughout the period between the departure of the man with the car and his return with the doctor and two police officers whom he had brought from the local depot, only one pedestrian pa.s.sed my door and he on the opposite side of the road.