Heath straightway a.s.sumed the role of inquisitor. "What time do you leave here at night?" He had, for some reason, a.s.sumed a belligerent manner.
"Six o"clock, sometimes earlier, sometimes later." The man spoke in a surly monotone. He was obviously resentful at this unexpected intrusion upon his orderly routine.
"And what time do you get here in the morning?"
"Eight o"clock, regular."
"What time did you go home last night?"
"About six, maybe quarter past."
Heath paused and finally lighted the cigar on which he had been chewing at intervals during the past hour.
"Now, tell me about that side door," he went on, with undiminished aggressiveness. "You told me you lock it every night before you leave, is that right?"
"Ja, that"s right." The man nodded his head affirmatively several times. "Only I don"t lock it, I bolt it."
"All right, you bolt it, then." As Heath talked his cigar bobbed up and down between his lips; smoke and words came simultaneously from his mouth. "And last night you bolted it as usual about six o"clock?"
"Maybe a quarter past," the janitor amended, with Germanic precision.
"You"re sure you bolted it last night?" The question was almost ferocious.
"Ja, ja. Sure, I am. I do it every night. I never miss."
The man"s earnestness left no doubt that the door in question had indeed been bolted on the inside at about six o"clock of the previous evening. Heath, however, belabored the point for several minutes, only to be rea.s.sured doggedly that the door had been bolted. At last the janitor was dismissed.
"Really, y" know, Sergeant," remarked Vance with an amused smile, "that honest Rheinlander bolted the door."
"Sure, he did," spluttered Heath, "and I found it still bolted this morning at quarter of eight. That"s just what messes things up so nice and pretty. If that door was bolted from six o"clock last evening until eight o"clock this morning, I"d appreciate having someone drive up in a hea.r.s.e and tell me how the Canary"s little playmate got in here last night. And I"d also like to know how he got out."
"Why not through the main entrance?" asked Markham. "It seems the only logical way left, according to your own findings."
"That"s how I had it figured out, sir," returned Heath. "But wait till you hear what the phone operator has to say."
"And the phone operator"s post," mused Vance, "is in the main hall halfway between the front door and this apartment. Therefore, the gentleman who caused all the disturbance hereabouts last night would have had to pa.s.s within a few feet of the operator both on arriving and departing, eh, what?"
"That"s it!" snapped Heath. "And, according to the operator, no such person came or went."
Markham seemed to have absorbed some of Heath"s irritability. "Get the fellow in here, and let me question him," he ordered.
Heath obeyed with a kind of malicious alacrity.
6 A CALL FOR HELP (Tuesday, September 11; 11 A.M.) Jessup made a good impression from the moment he entered the room.
He was a serious, determined-looking man in his early thirties, rugged and well built; and there was a squareness to his shoulders that carried a suggestion of military training. He walked with a decided limp, his right foot dragged perceptibly, and I noted that his left arm had been stiffened into a permanent arc, as if by an unreduced fracture of the elbow. He was quiet and reserved, and his eyes were steady and intelligent. Markham at once motioned him to a wicker chair beside the closet door, but he declined it, and stood before the district attorney in a soldierly att.i.tude of respectful attention. Markham opened the interrogation with several personal questions. It transpired that Jessup had been a sergeant in the World War, had twice been seriously wounded, and had been invalided home shortly before the armistice. He had held his present post of telephone operator for over a year.
His full name was William Elmer Jessup, and he had been attached to the 308th Infantry of the 77th Division of the Overseas Forces.
"Now, Jessup," continued Markham, "there are things connected with last night"s tragedy that you can tell us."
"Yes, sir." There was no doubt that this ex-soldier would tell us accurately anything he knew, and also that, if he had any doubt as to the correctness of his information, he would frankly say so. He possessed all the qualities of a careful and well-trained witness.
"First of all, what time did you come on duty last night?"
"At ten o"clock, sir." There was no qualification to this blunt statement; one felt that Jessup would arrive punctually at whatever hour he was due. "It was my short shift. The day man and myself alternate in long and short shifts."
"And did you see Miss Odell come in last night after the theater?"
"Yes, sir. Everyone who comes in has to pa.s.s the switchboard."
"What time did she arrive?"
"It couldn"t have been more than a few minutes after eleven."
"Was she alone?"
"No, sir. There was a gentleman with her."
"Do you know who he was?"
"I don"t know his name, sir. But I have seen him several times before when he has called on Miss Odell."
"You could describe him, I suppose."
"Yes, sir. He"s tall and clean-shaven except for a very short gray moustache, and is about forty-five, I should say. He looks, if you understand me, sir, like a man of wealth and position."
Markham nodded. "And now, tell me: did he accompany Miss Odell into her apartment or did he go immediately away?"
"He went in with Miss Odell and stayed about half an hour."
Markham"s eyes brightened, and there was a suppressed eagerness in his next words. "Then he arrived about eleven, and was alone with Miss Odell in her apartment until about half past eleven. You"re sure of these facts?"
"Yes, sir, that"s correct," the man affirmed.
Markham paused and leaned forward.
"Now, Jessup, think carefully before answering: did any one else call on Miss Odell at any time last night?"
"No one, sir," was the unhesitating reply.
"How can you be so sure?"
"I would have seen them, sir. They would have had to pa.s.s the switchboard in order to reach this apartment."
"And don"t you ever leave the switchboard?" asked Markham.
"No, sir," the man a.s.sured him vigorously, as if protesting against the implication that he would desert a post of duty. "When I want a drink of water, or go to the toilet, I use the little lavatory in the reception room; but I always hold the door open and keep my eye on the switchboard in case the pilot light should show up for a telephone call. n.o.body could walk down the hall, even if I was in the lavatory, without my seeing them."
One could well believe that the conscientious Jessup kept his eye at all times on the switchboard lest a call should flash and go unanswered. The man"s earnestness and reliability were obvious; and there was no doubt in any of our minds, I think, that if Miss Odell had had another visitor that night, Jessup would have known of it.
But Heath, with the thoroughness of his nature, rose quickly and stepped out into the main hall. In a moment he returned, looking troubled but satisfied.
"Right!" He nodded to Markham. "The lavatory door"s on a direct un.o.bstructed line with the switchboard."
Jessup took no notice of this verification of his statement, and stood, his eyes attentively on the district attorney, awaiting any further questions that might be asked him. There was something both admirable and confidence-inspiring in his unruffled demeanor.
"What about last night?" resumed Markham. "Did you leave the switchboard often, or for long?"
"Just once, sir; and then only to go to the lavatory for a minute or two. But I watched the board the whole time."
"And you"d be willing to state on oath that no one else called on Miss Odell from ten o"clock on, and that no one, except her escort, left her apartment after that hour?"
"Yes, sir, I would."
He was plainly telling the truth, and Markham pondered several moments before proceeding.
"What about the side door?"
"That"s kept locked all night, sir. The janitor bolts it when he leaves and unbolts it in the morning. I never touch it."
Markham leaned back and turned to Heath.
"The testimony of the janitor and Jessup here," he said, "seems to limit the situation pretty narrowly to Miss Odell"s escort. If, as seems reasonable to a.s.sume, the side door was bolted all night, and if no other caller came or went through the front door, it looks as if the man we wanted to find was the one who brought her home."
Heath gave a short, mirthless laugh. "That would be fine, sir, if something else hadn"t happened around here last night." Then to Jessup: "Tell the district attorney the rest of the story about this man."
Markham looked toward the operator with expectant interest; and Vance, lifting himself on one elbow, listened attentively.
Jessup spoke in a level voice, with the alert and careful manner of a soldier reporting to his superior officer.
"It was just this, sir. When the gentleman came out of Miss Odell"s apartment at about half past eleven, he stopped at the switchboard and asked me to get him a Yellow Taxicab. I put the call through, and while he was waiting for the car, Miss Odell screamed and called for help. The gentleman turned and rushed to the apartment door, and I followed quickly behind him. He knocked; but at first there was no answer. Then he knocked again, and at the same time called out to Miss Odell and asked her what was the matter. This time she answered. She said everything was all right, and told him to go home and not to worry. Then he walked back with me to the switchboard, remarking that he guessed Miss Odell must have fallen asleep and had a nightmare. We talked for a few minutes about the war, and then the taxicab came. He said good night and went out, and I heard the car drive away."
It was plain to see that this epilogue of the departure of Miss Odell"s anonymous escort completely upset Markham"s theory of the case. He looked down at the floor with a baffled expression and smoked vigorously for several moments. At last he said: "How long was it after this man came out of the apartment that you heard Miss Odell scream?"
"About five minutes. I had put my connection through to the taxicab company, and it was a minute or so later that she screamed."
"Was the man near the switchboard?"
"Yes, sir. In fact, he had one arm resting on it."
"How many times did Miss Odell scream? And just what did she say when she called for help?"
"She screamed twice and then cried, "Help! Help!""
"And when the man knocked on the door the second time, what did he say?"
"As near as I can recollect, sir, he said, "Open the door, Margaret!