"You don"t know what has become of that knife you"ve mentioned?"
"Haven"t I told you that she took it from me?--she and Mrs Evans between them."
"Yes; just so. Well, Mr Granger, all that I want now is a warrant for the arrest of this young lady. And, at the same time, we"ll search the house. We"ll find the knife of which this young woman speaks, if it"s to be found; only we mustn"t let her have any longer time than we can help to enable her to get rid of it, which, from all appearances, is the first thing she"ll try to do. So perhaps you"ll be so good as to tell me where I shall be likely to find the nearest magistrate--now, at once."
"I am a magistrate. What is there I can do for you, Mr Nunn?"
Looking round to see from whom the unexpected answer came, they saw that Mr Hugh Morice was standing in the open doorway. Closing the door behind him he came into the room.
CHAPTER x.x.xIII
ON HIS OWN CONFESSION
Hugh Morice had been resorting to that medicine--in whose qualifications to minister to a mind diseased he more than half believed--a ride upon his motor car. Of late he had found nothing to clear the cobwebs from his brain so effectually as a whiz through the air. That afternoon, after he had left Exham Park, he had felt that his brain stood very much in need of a clearance. So he had gone for a long run on his car.
He was returning through the shadows, partially cured, when he found what, in that part of the world, might be described as a crowd, obstructing his pa.s.sage through the village street. Stopping to inquire what was the cause of the unusual concourse, he realised that the crowd was loitering in front of Granger"s cottage--the local stronghold of the County Police. As he did so he was conscious that a shiver pa.s.sed all over him, which he was able neither to account for nor to control.
The answers, however, which the villagers gave to his hurried questions, threw a lurid light upon the matter, and inspired him, on the instant, with a great resolve. Dismounting, he entered the cottage, just as Mr Nunn was addressing his remarks to Mr Granger. As he heard he understood that, if what he proposed to do was to be of the slightest effect, he had arrived in the very nick of time.
They, on their part, stared at him half bewildered, half amazed. He had on a long motor coat which shrouded him from head to foot; a cap which covered not only his ears but also part of his face; while his disguise was completed by a pair of huge goggles. It was only when he removed these latter that--in spite of the dust which enveloped him as flour over a miller--they recognised who he was. He repeated his own words in a slightly different form.
"You were saying, Mr Nunn, that you were requiring the services of a magistrate. How can I serve you in that capacity?"
The detective stared at the gigantic figure, towering over his own by no means insignificant inches, still in doubt as to who he was.
"I ought to know you; but, somehow, I don"t feel as if I can place you exactly, sir."
Mr Morice smiled.
"Tell him, Granger, who I am."
Mr Granger explained.
"This is Mr Hugh Morice, of Oak Dene, Justice of the Peace for this division of the county. You can"t have forgotten him, Mr Nunn; he used to be present at the coroner"s inquest."
"Of course; now that Granger reminds me I remember you very well, Mr Morice. You have arrived at a fortunate moment for me, sir. I was just about to start off in search of a magistrate, and that, in the country, at this time of night, sometimes means a long job. I wish to lay an information before you, sir, and ask for a warrant."
Mr Morice glanced at the three women.
"In presence of these persons?"
"I don"t know that Mrs Granger need stop, or Mrs Wilson either. Mrs Granger, you"d better take Mrs Wilson with you. It is partly in consequence of a statement which this young woman has just been making that I ask you for a warrant. Now, Mrs Wilson, off you go."
But Mrs Wilson showed reluctance.
"I don"t know why I"m to be sent away--especially as it"s my own daughter--"
Hugh Morice cut her short brusquely,--
"Leave the room!"
Mrs Wilson showed him something of that deference which she had hitherto declined to show to anyone else. Mrs Granger touched her on the shoulder.
"I"m coming! I"m sure, Susan Granger, there"s no need for you to show me. No one can ever say I stop where I am not wanted."
When the two elder women had disappeared, Hugh Morice turned his attention to Wilson the housemaid.
"Who is this young person?"
Mr Nunn informed him. Her story was gone through again. When she had finished Mr Morice dismissed her to join her mother and her aunt.
"Now, Mr Nunn, what do you want from me?"
"A warrant for the arrest of Violet Arnott, of Exham Park."
"On what charge?"
"Wilful murder--the murder of Robert Champion."
"Of whom?"
"I said Robert Champion; but as it"s not yet proved that was his name we"d better have it in the warrant--name unknown. I may say, Mr Morice, that that girl"s statement is not all I"m going on. Within the hour I"ve received this anonymous communication."
He handed the communication in question to Mr Morice, who turned it over and over between his fingers.
"Where did you get this from?"
"I can"t tell you just at the moment; but I daresay I shall be able to tell you before very long. Of course it"s anonymous; but, at the same time, it"s suggestive. Also a statement was made to me, of the most positive and specific kind, by James Baker, at present a prisoner in Winchester Gaol. Altogether I"m afraid, Mr Morice, that the case against this young woman is looking very black."
"Are you in the habit, Mr Nunn, of making _ex officio_ statements of that kind on occasions such as the present? If so, let me invite you to break yourself of it. A man of your experience ought to know better--very much better, Mr Nunn. I regret that I am unable to do what you require."
Mr Nunn stared; possibly slightly abashed by the rebuke which had been administered to him in the presence of Mr Granger.
"But, sir, begging your pardon, you"ve no option in the matter."
"Haven"t I? You"ll find I have--a very wide option. I shall decline to allow a warrant to be issued for the arrest of the lady you have named."
"But, Mr Morice, sir, on what grounds?"
"Very simple ones. Because I happen to know she"s innocent."
"But that"s no reason!"
"You"ll find it is, since I also happen to know who"s guilty."
"You know who"s guilty? Mr Morice!"