"You"re right, girl," said Let.i.tia Prall, "though it"s uncanny for you to think that out. I"ve wondered many times why any one chose so public a place."
"But that showed cleverness," Wise insisted. "You see for yourself how difficult of solution it makes the mystery. It gives room for a.s.sumption that some one came in from the street."
"There"s room for that a.s.sumption, if you like," Zizi declared, "but what"ve you got to back it up? Nothing."
"What have you got to back up any theory?" cried Bates. "Nothing."
"Then let"s get something!" exclaimed Let.i.tia, rising from her chair.
"Come on with me to Mrs Everett"s and we"ll get something to back up some theory, I"ll be bound!"
Glad of the chance,--for which he had maneuvered,--to see the two inimical women together, Wise followed the others to the Everett apartment.
The meeting between the two would have been comical, but for the underlying element of tragedy that pervaded the whole situation.
"Why are you here, Let.i.tia Prall?" was Mrs Everett"s greeting.
"To ask you why you accused me of murder," answered Miss Prall, her manner more the Grenadier than ever. "I"m told you sit in judgment on me and I ask an explanation."
"The facts explain themselves," returned the blonde little lady; "it"s not hard to understand why I think you killed a man whom you had often expressed a desire to see dead!"
"Huh!" sniffed Miss Prall. "I"ve often expressed a desire to see you dead,--but I haven"t killed you--yet! You know perfectly well, Adeline, that saying I wish a person dead, is merely a habit of mine,--as you say "I nearly died when I heard it!" Now, you didn"t nearly die at all, and death is not so trivial as we seem to think it, when we talk so at random. Lots of people, especially women, throw around phrases such as, "I thought I"d die," or "I could kill you for that," without any real meaning to the words at all. So, once and for all, Adeline Everett, stop using those silly phrases as evidence of my criminal tendencies! And suspicion thus being lifted from me, I denounce you as the one who killed Sir Herbert. And I have far more reason, for you were not only interested in his demise because of the affair between your daughter and my nephew but you had an ax of your own to grind. You wanted Sir Herbert for your husband. Yes, you may well blush----"
"Hush up, Let.i.tia Prall! Am I to be insulted in my own house? Are the raving words, the wicked thoughts of a misguided, vicious woman to be believed by those who hear them? I protest! I,--shut up, Let.i.tia!"
For Miss Prall was talking at the same time, and her biting, scathing words were only unheard because of the higher pitch and louder tone of Mrs Everett"s voice.
The audience undertook to pour oil on the troubled waters but with no success.
"Keep still, Richard," Miss Prall ordered, when Bates began, "Please, Auntie----"
And Mrs Everett screamed "Shut up!" to Zizi, who, almost laughing at the strange scene, endeavored to placate one or both the combatants.
"You know you tried your best," declared the irate spinster, "you know you inveigled him in here, you wheedled and cajoled and fawned and flattered----"
"How well you know the process!" screamed Mrs Everett; "because you tried all your own pitiful, ineffectual cajoleries,--and all to no avail! I didn"t have to make any effort to entice Sir Herbert to call on me,--indeed, he came so frequently, I was forced to dissuade him, lest people talk----"
"People always talk about you,--and rarely in flattering terms! You are well known through the house for what you are, and if you weren"t already planning to leave, you would be put out,--that I happen to know."
"You don"t know any such thing. You made that up----"
"I didn"t!"
"You did!"
"Hush!" Wise"s peremptory tone brought a momentary silence. "Now that you"ve reached the stage of silly vituperation, it"s time to call a halt. This foolishness is uninteresting as well as unpleasant. You two ladies will answer a few questions,--in the name of the law!"
The last phrase, high sounding and threatening, had its desired effect.
Like most women, they had a hearty and healthy fear of that mysterious thing called the law, and when it was held over their heads it acted as a rod.
"You have accused one another of the murder of Sir Herbert," Wise began, trying to sound formal and awe-inspiring. "Have you, Mrs Everett, any grounds for such accusation other than a foolish speech about wishing the man was dead?"
"No," was the sulky answer; "that is, I have no definite grounds, but I"ve known Let.i.tia Prall for many years and I know her to be quite capable of murder or any other crime!"
"A belief in capability is not evidence," said Wise, sternly, and turned to Let.i.tia.
"Have you, Miss Prall, definite evidence against Mrs Everett that you accuse her?"
"She wanted the man dead----"
"That"s not evidence!" Wise fairly thundered; "answer my question."
"Well, then, I"ve no eye-witness proof of her crime, but I do know that her daughter was out in the hall, keeping watch----"
"Keeping watch over what--or whom?"
"Keeping watch to see that the way was clear; that her mother might return unseen from the ground floor to her own apartment by way of the stairs."
"You mean you think Mrs Everett walked up seven flights of stairs after the deed?"
"I couldn"t do it," admitted plump Mrs Everett, drawing deep breaths at the mere thought of such a thing.
"Nonsense!" retorted Miss Prall. "There"s only six flights, and they"re easy steps. But, if not for that, what _was_ Dorcas out in the hall for, all dressed, at that time of night?"
"She wasn"t, so far as I know," replied the mother.
"It all hinges on that," declared Wise, with as much earnestness as if he believed himself what he was saying.
As a matter of fact he was striving, so far in vain, to gather some hint, some side light as to which way to look for the criminal, for he did not really think either of these women guilty, in deed or intent.
"What do you mean--all hinges on that?" Zizi asked, in rather a loud, clear tone.
Wise took her hint,--it was a standing arrangement with them,--and answered in an equally loud voice:
"I mean, that if the presence of Miss Everett in the hall that night can be innocently explained, it will save Mrs Everett from----"
"From arrest!" spoke up Let.i.tia, grimly.
"Arrest!" Mrs Everett gasped, and burst into hysterical weeping.
Zizi"s covert glance toward an inner door was rewarded and Dorcas flung it wide open and ran into the room.
"I can explain it!" she cried, "I"ve been listening, and I"ll tell. I was in the hall late that night, but it wasn"t as late as two o"clock.
Whoever says it was tells an untruth. I was in the hall about midnight to,--to meet somebody."
"Me," said Bates, calmly. "This is no time for hiding any facts. I wanted to see Dorcas on a special and important matter. She had tried all the evening to get away from her mother but that lady was too watchful, so Dorcas sent me word by a maid that she would grant me a moment"s interview in the hall after her people were asleep. This she did, and while we have no wish to exploit it, yet it was nothing wrong.
Dorcas is my affianced wife, and as her mother is not in favor of our union it has been necessary for us to meet clandestinely."
"And this was about midnight?" asked Wise, apparently not interested in the clandestine part of it.