CHAPTER VI
NINE-THIRTY
Chance is often a skilled stage manager, and chance had arranged a really effective scene in the hall of the Central Hotel. The Earl of Valletort seemed to be somewhat unwilling to take up any of the gauntlets so readily thrown down by Devar and the Curtis family, and, for a few seconds, the ring of reporters was held spellbound by a situation which promised most excellently with regard to the all-important question of "copy."
Then the police captain, after waiting for Steingall to take the lead, nudged his silent colleague, and said gruffly:
"This thing cannot be gone into here. Those who can bring forward testimony of any value ought to come with Mr. Steingall and myself to the precinct station-house."
"Why lose time which cannot be overtaken later?" urged the Earl, appealing to Steingall, since it was the detective who had spoken to him in the first instance.
"We appear to be at cross purposes," said Steingall. "How did you two gentlemen get to know that a murder had been committed?"
"Murder!" gasped Count Va.s.silan.
"We are not talking of a murder, but of a most scandalous abduction, which will provide only one of a number of most serious charges against this person, Curtis," cried the Earl.
Va.s.silan seized him by the arm excitedly.
"Don"t you understand, dear friend," he muttered in French. "The rascal must have killed de Courtois in order to gain possession of the marriage certificate."
"It will save trouble, sir, if you speak English here," said Steingall.
Then he turned to the hotel clerk.
"Place a room at our disposal at once. Lord Valletort is quite right.
We have not a second to waste."
A murmur of protest arose from the pressmen, though it was obvious that the police could not conduct the inquiry in the midst of an ever-growing crowd of residents and servants.
"Say, Steingall," whispered the reporter who had spoken for the others earlier, "can"t you let us into this? We"ll suppress anything you wish--I"ll guarantee that, absolutely without reservation."
"_I_ have no objection, but these high-toned strangers may not like it," said the detective quietly.
The Earl, when the point was referred to him, made no difficulty whatsoever about the presence of the journalists--in fact, he rather welcomed publicity.
"It is better that the truth should appear than a garbled and misleading version," he said affably. "I want your help, gentlemen. I know enough of newspaper ways to feel sure that a story of some sort will be star-headed in every news sheet in New York to-morrow, so my friend, Count Va.s.silan, and I are more than willing that you should be well informed."
Now, that phase of the problem was precisely what Count Ladislas Va.s.silan seemed to be exceedingly disconcerted about. He was singularly ill at ease. His florid face had paled to a dusky wanness when he heard the ugly word "Murder," and each pa.s.sing moment served only to increase his agitation. Steingall, to all intents and purposes paying less heed to the man than to any other person present, had not missed one labored breath, one twitch of an eyelid, one nervous gesture. His phenomenal instinct in the detection of crime had fastened unerringly on a singular coincidence. Curtis had hazarded a guess that the real malefactors were Hungarians, and here was a Hungarian Count denouncing Curtis. Certainly that question of nationality promised remarkable developments.
When the whole party, consisting of some fifteen persons, had gathered behind the closed door of the hotel"s private office, Steingall took the lead in directing the proceedings.
"It will help straighten out a tangle if I say exactly what has taken place here to-night--that is, to the best of our knowledge," he said.
"There is every reason to believe that Mr. John D. Curtis arrived in New York this afternoon from Europe----"
"Right," broke in Devar. "I traveled with him on the _Lusitania_."
"Yes, his presence on board was announced in most of the papers," added a journalist.
"Please don"t interrupt," said the detective. "You will be heard in your turn. Now, this Mr. Curtis was allotted room No. 605, and there is evidence to prove that he behaved like any ordinary individual who had just come from shipboard. He superintended the unpacking of his clothes, gave out a quant.i.ty of linen for the laundry, changed into evening dress, and dined alone. Thus far, there is ample corroboration of his own story, because his movements can be checked by the observation of half-a-dozen hotel employes. He says, by the way, that while buying some stamps at the cigar counter before going to the restaurant, he was jostled by a rough-looking foreigner, who apologized in broken French, and whom he took to be a Czech or Hungarian. No one seems to have witnessed this incident, but I have not questioned the man who sold him the stamps. Anyhow, after dinner, at twenty minutes of eight to be exact, he came into the lobby, intending to inform the clerk that he had closed the bedroom door and left his key in the room.
We have ascertained that this statement is true; the door had to be forced, because a bag of golf clubs had fallen and become wedged between the door and the side of a steel trunk. Curtis never did speak to the clerk about the key; at that instant, he says, his attention was drawn to the queer behavior of the foreigner who had pushed against him, and who had been joined in the meantime by another man of similar type. They seemed to be very excited, and were apparently expecting someone to turn up, either in the street or from the hotel--Curtis fancied that they were on the look-out for interruption, or news, from both quarters. The porter on duty at the door, who is not quite intelligible to-night, remembers asking these men if they wanted a taxi, but they gave no heed to him. Then, according to Curtis"s version of the affair, an automobile dashed up outside, and a young man in evening dress, carrying an overcoat, stepped out, and told the chauffeur to keep the engine going, as he would not be detained more than a minute. At that instant the two foreigners--Hungarians according to Curtis--sprang at the newcomer, and endeavored to force him back into the auto. Failing in this, one of them drew a knife, and stabbed him so severely that he died within a few minutes, and without uttering an intelligible word. Curtis ran to help, but was too far away to prevent the crime, and was further balked in an attempt to seize either of the wretches by having the dying man"s body flung in his way. He endeavored to hinder the escape of the scoundrels in the automobile, but failed, because the chauffeur was evidently in league with them, and, when he came back to the crowd which had collected around the prostrate man, it would appear that someone gave him, by mistake, the victim"s overcoat in place of his own. This error was not discovered until the police came to search the dead man"s clothing, when various doc.u.ments showed beyond question that the overcoat believed to be his was really Curtis"s. Curtis told his story in a clear and straightforward way, and I, for one, have not seen any reason to doubt it. It is odd that he should have disappeared so completely since a few minutes after the crime, but that may be capable of a simple explanation, while it is possible that he has not as yet discovered the change of overcoats, or he must surely have returned and informed us of the mistake. I am a.s.suming, of course, that he would act as one would expect of any reasonable minded citizen who had witnessed a serious crime. . . . Now, Lord Valletort, what have you to say about Mr. Curtis?"
A guttural exclamation from Count Va.s.silan drew all eyes to him. He seemed to be on the verge of collapse, and was positively livid with fright. In other conditions than those obtaining at the moment, such a display of terror on the part of a truculent looking, strongly built man would have been almost ludicrous; but Steingall found no humor in the spectacle. He was gazing at the Hungarian with a curious concentration, and the police captain, who had begun by thinking his colleague was saying far too much, and who was inclined to disagree with some of his conclusions, now thought he could discern method in his madness.
Again did Va.s.silan murmur something to the Earl in a strange tongue, and Valletort, with difficulty repressing his annoyance, explained that his friend was feeling the effects of a blow received earlier in the evening, and wished to retire at once to his room in the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel.
"By all means," said Steingall suavely. "I gather that Count Va.s.silan has no connection with the inquiry--in fact, he is not interested in it."
"He is, in a sense----" began the Earl, but Va.s.silan grasped his arm, and evidently besought him to come away without another word. Though Valletort was in a towering rage, he obviously thought fit to fall in with his companion"s views.
"You see how it is," he said, with a nonchalant gesture that was belied by his grating tone. "I am afraid I must postpone my branch of this inquiry till a later hour--probably until the morning."
"Do you withdraw all charges against John D. Curtis?" demanded Devar, and his clear, incisive voice was distinctly hostile in its icy precision.
"No, sir. I do not," was the angry retort.
"Well, I guess you know best why you and the Hungarian potentate have developed this sudden attack of cold feet, but----"
"I"ll thank you not to interfere, Mr. Devar," said Steingall determinedly. "If Lord Valletort thinks his business can wait till Count Va.s.silan has recovered from an indisposition, that is his affair only."
"I think nothing of the sort," snapped the Earl. "You all see that the Count is ill, and common humanity impels me to attend to him first. It may serve to curb this young gentleman"s tongue if I say----"
But Va.s.silan would not permit him to say anything. Though he was the ailing man, he literally dragged Valletort out of the room and into the street.
Steingall looked at the police captain, who quitted the apartment instantly. Then the detective gazed around at the others with a placid smile which seemed to show that he, for one, was well content with the unusual turn taken by events.
"I suppose you boys have verbatim notes of all that was said," he inquired, tossing the remark collectively to the group of pressmen.
"Every word," came the a.s.surance.
"Well, now, I want you to keep all that out of the papers."
"If we do that, Steingall, what is there left?" said one of them good-humoredly.
"The biggest thing you have dropped on to this year; unless I am greatly mistaken, the scoop of scoops for those who happen to be present. I"m not going to pretend that any of you are blind or deaf, and it will a.s.sist the police materially if no comment is made on what you have heard and seen. I don"t like to put it otherwise than as a friendly hint; but I may want the whole bunch as witnesses before this thing is through, so your mouths should be closed effectually with regard to incidents in this room."
A half-hearted laugh went around, and someone asked:
"We must put up a readable story of some kind--if we cut out certain details, surely we can use others?"
"I said "incidents in this room,"" repeated the detective.
"Then we can mention the arrival of the Earl and the Count on the scene?"
"Why not?"
"One minute, sir," put in Mr. Horace P. Curtis. "If these gentlemen take you at your word, the charge made against my nephew will be published throughout the length and breadth of the United States to-morrow."