Part 16 (1/2)
”This,” remarked Mr. Cazalette solemnly. ”That there isn't anybody of the name of Netherfield buried between Alnmouth and Budle Bay! That's a fact.”
”Established,” added the police-inspector, ”by as an exhaustive inquiry as anybody could make. It is a fact--as Mr. Cazalette says.”
”Well,” observed Scarterfield, ”but Salter Quick may have been wrong in his locality. You can be sure of this--whatever secret he held was got from somebody else. He may have been twenty, thirty, even fifty miles out. But we know something--the Netherfield who was with him on the _Elizabeth Robinson_ hailed from Blyth, in this county. I'm going to Blyth myself--tomorrow; I'll find out if there are Netherfields buried about there. Personally, I believe Miss Raven's. .h.i.t the nail on the head--this is a rough chart of a spot Salter Quick wanted to find--where, no doubt, something is hidden. What? Who knows?
But--judging from the fact that two men have been murdered for the secret of it--something of great value. Buried treasure, no doubt.”
”That's precisely what I've been thinking from the very first,”
murmured Mr. Cazalette. ”And ye'll have to go back--to go back, my man!”
”It's certainly the only way of going forward,” agreed Scarterfield with a laugh. ”But now, before we part, gentlemen, let us see where we've got to. I, for myself, have drawn five distinct conclusions about this affair:
”_First_--That the Quicks, Noah and Salter, were in possession of a secret, which was probably connected with their s.h.i.+pmate of the _Elizabeth Robinson_, Netherfield, who hailed from Blyth;
”_Second_--That certain men knew the Quicks to be in possession of that secret and murdered both to get hold of it;
”_Third_--That they failed to get it from either Noah or Salter;
”_Fourth_--That Mr. Cazalette's zeal about the tobacco-box, publicly expressed, put the criminals on a new scent, and that they, in pursuance of it, stole both the tobacco-box and Mr. Cazalette's pocket-book;
”_Fifth_--That the criminals are--or were very recently, in fact, this very morning--in the vicinity of this place.
”So,” he continued, looking round, ”the thing's narrowing. Let Mr.
Wing there help by getting some news of Chuh Fen, if possible; as for me, I'm going to follow up the Netherfield line. I think we shall track these fellows yet--you never know how unexpectedly a clue may turn up.”
”You've not said anything about the handkerchief that I found,”
observed Mr. Cazalette. ”There's a clue, surely!”
”Difficult to follow up, sir,” replied Scarterfield. ”There is such a thing as little articles of that sort being lost at the laundry, put into the wrong basket, and so on. Now if we could trace the owner of the handkerchief and find where he gets his was.h.i.+ng done, and a great deal more--you see? But we'll not lose sight of it, Mr.
Cazalette--only, there are more important clues than that to go on in the meantime. The great thing is--what was this precious secret that the Quicks shared, and that certainly had to do with some place here in Northumberland? Let's get at that--if we can.”
The two police officials went away with Dr. Lorrimore and his servant, all in deep converse, and the four of us who were left behind endeavoured to settle our minds for the repose of the night. But I saw that Mr. Raven had been upset by the recent talk: he had got it firmly fixed in his consciousness that the murderer of Salter Quick was, as it were, in our very midst.
”How do I know that the guilty man mayn't be one of my own servants?”
he muttered, as he, Mr. Cazalette and I took up our candles. ”There are six men in the house--all strangers to me--and several employed outside. The idea's deucedly unpleasant!”
”Ye may put it clear away from you, Raven,” said Mr. Cazalette. ”The murderer may be within bow-shot, but he's none o' yours. Ye'll look deeper, far, far deeper than that--this is no ordinary affair, and no ordinary men at the bottom of it.” Then, when he and I had left our host, and were going along one of the upstairs pa.s.sages towards our own rooms, he added: ”No ordinary man, Middlebrook! but you see how ordinary folk are suspicioned! Raven'll be doubting the _bona fides_ of his own footmen and his own garden lads next. No--no! it'll be deeper down than that, my lad!”
”The mystery is deep,” I agreed.
”Aye--and I'm wondering if it was well to let yon Chinese fellow into all of it,” he muttered significantly. ”I'm no great believer in Orientals, Middlebrook.”
”Lorrimore answers for him,” said I.
”And who answers for Lorrimore?” he demanded. ”What do you or I know of Lorrimore? I'm thinking yon Lorrimore was far too glib of his tongue--and maybe I was too ready myself and talked beyond reason to strangers. I don't know Lorrimore--nor his Chinaman.”
From which I gathered that Mr. Cazalette himself was not superior to suspicions.