"I understood that Hall had p.a.w.ned things of some value before this salver," said Quarles; "jewelry belonging to his wife, for instance.
Why didn"t he give his own name then?"
"It is rather the importance of the article which counts than its actual value," said the a.s.sistant. "In this case I have no doubt the prisoner would have said that he had temporarily borrowed the salver.
He must redeem it presently; it was an important matter, and by giving his own name the transaction seemed almost honest."
Quarles nodded, as though this argument impressed him; then he said suddenly:
"What is George Cross like?"
"That was the false name Hall used."
"Did you comment upon the fact when he p.a.w.ned the salver in his own name?"
"No."
"It would have been natural to do so, wouldn"t it?"
"Perhaps; but we were busy at the time, and----"
"And it didn"t occur to you," said Quarles. "Now I suggest that when you picked out Hall you were really identifying the man you knew as George Cross, and that the man who p.a.w.ned the salver and gave the name Hall was a different person altogether."
"No."
"Are you sure the salver was not p.a.w.ned by a woman?"
"Certain."
"But you might reconsider your original statement if I produced another man?"
"If such a person exists, why has it not been suggested to me, say, by a photograph?"
The professor nodded and smiled, but I could get nothing out of him that evening, not even whether he was hopeful or not.
Next morning we went to Thornfield. I had arranged that we should be allowed to visit the house. For the time being, the local constable had the keys, and we went to his house first. Quarles set him talking about the crime at once.
"Is Mrs. Hall still in the village?" he asked.
"Yes, sir. That"s her cottage yonder," and he pointed down the village street. "Poor thing, we all sympathize with her."
"And Mrs. Ashworth, is she still here?"
"No, sir. She was willing, I believe, to remain in charge of Mr.
Parrish"s house, but it was decided that I should have the keys and look after it. She took a room in the village until after the trial; then she left."
"How long had she been with Mr. Parrish, constable?"
"About a year, sir. You"re not thinking she had anything to do with the murder, are you? She wasn"t equal to it. She is a little bit of a woman, and it was a tremendous blow which killed Mr. Parrish."
"It was quite early in the morning when she discovered the dead man, wasn"t it?"
"Yes; before the village was awake."
"What do you know about Mr. Parrish"s nephew?"
"I understand he claims the property as next-of-kin," said the constable; "but he hasn"t been near the place, so I don"t suppose he expects to be much richer for his uncle"s death."
Quarles and I went through the village to Parrish"s house, which was the most important in the street, but was of no great size. The room in which the dead man had been found was lined with books, and, with some excitement manifest in his face, Quarles took several volumes from the shelves and examined them.
"Value here, Wigan. The old gentleman knew what he was buying. These shelves represent a lot of money, even if he had no other investments.
Have you the list of the books Hall was recommended to keep?"
I had. There were eighteen books in all, such cla.s.sics as "Lamb"s Essays," "Reynold"s Discourses," and "Pope"s Homer." We found only ten of them, and careful search convinced us that the others were not on the shelves.
"If you are looking for a cryptogram--a key to the hiding place of a fortune--the missing books spoil it," I said.
"I confess that something of the kind was in my mind," said Quarks excitedly, "but the missing books are going to help us. The old gentleman had not read these books himself. See, Wigan, uncut pages; at least"--he took out a penknife--"not uncut, but carefully gummed together. I hadn"t thought of this."
He slit the pages apart, and from between them took a ten-pound note.
Other pages, when unfastened, yielded other notes--five pounds, twenty pounds, and one was for fifty pounds.
"Enough, Wigan!" he exclaimed. "We"ve something better to do than find bank-notes. You must see the constable at once, and tell him there is treasure in this house which requires special protection. Then communicate with the Birmingham police, and tell them not to lose sight of Charles Eade, and let them also have a description of Mrs.
Ashworth. I expect she is lying low in Birmingham."
"I don"t follow your line of reasoning, professor."
"I had no very definite theory beyond thinking that Mr. Parrish must be a man of considerable means," said Quarles. "That fact once established, we had a motive for the murder, which did not seem applicable to Michael Hall. It was said that nothing beyond the salver was missing. Only Mrs. Ashworth could establish that fact. You remember Zena"s question: "How was it, since people were such early risers in Thornfield, that Mrs. Ashworth had to wait so long before anyone came?" There was one obvious answer. She was up much earlier than usual that morning, perhaps had not been to bed that night. The constable had said that the village was not awake. Again, it was Mrs.
Ashworth who gave information about the nephew in Birmingham. It is possible Parrish may have mentioned him to his housekeeper, but, since she had only been with him a year, and the old gentleman held no communication with his nephew, it is unlikely. Once more, the housekeeper was a little too definite about the time. She had a story to tell. The precision might be the result of careful rehearsal. These points were in my mind from the first, but they were too slight for evidence. Now the missing volumes give us the link we want. Who could have taken them? Either Mrs. Ashworth, or someone with her connivance.
I don"t think it was Mrs. Ashworth. I believe it was the man who murdered Mr. Parrish."
"His nephew?"
"Charles Eade; but I do not think he is his nephew. Let me reconstruct the plot. Supposing Eade, either from Mr. Baines or from some a.s.sistant in his shop, heard of Parrish and his eccentricities, he would naturally a.s.sume that a lot of money was kept in this house.
When, a year ago, Mr. Parrish wanted a housekeeper the opportunity came to establish a footing here; so Mrs. Ashworth, the accomplice, came to Thornfield. A man like Parrish would be secretive, not easy to watch; but in time the housekeeper would find out where he hid his money, and would note the books. She would only be able to note those used during the past year--the eight books which are missing, Wigan.
Now the robbery had to be carefully arranged, suspicion must be thrown upon someone, and Hall was at hand. To emphasize his need of money, the salver was p.a.w.ned, I thought by Mrs. Ashworth, but doubtless Eade did it himself, choosing a busy time. The scoundrels chose the night when Hall was having supper with the old man, and whether the original intention was robbery only or murder, everything worked in their favor. Eade took the eight books away that night, and the housekeeper stayed to give the alarm and tell her story. Now, mark what happens.
After the murder a will is found in which eighteen books are mentioned, and immediately we hear through Mrs. Ashworth that Mr.
Parrish has a nephew living, who, as the constable tells us, had laid claim to the property. The villains are greedy, and want the other ten volumes."
"Is there any real evidence to support the story, professor?"
"Yes; those eight missing books, which will be found in the possession of Charles Eade."
Few men have received less sympathy than Charles Eade when he paid the last penalty of the law. He was not only a murderer, but had intended to let an innocent man suffer. The missing volumes were found, and some of the money saved; and it was a satisfaction that Mrs. Ashworth, who was sentenced to a long term of imprisonment, confessed. Her story agreed with Quarles"s theory in almost every particular, even to the fact that Eade was no relation to the dead man.
Quarles and I visited the Halls afterward, and the professor very simply told them of his experience, offering no explanation, expressing no opinion.
But as we traveled back to London, he said to me: