"Tell me," he said, "how you arrived at your fantastic belief in Spotswoode"s guilt."
Vance crushed out his cigarette and folded his arms on the table.
"We begin with my quartet of possibilities, Mannix, Cleaver, Lindquist, and Spotswoode. Realizing, as I did, that the crime was carefully planned with the sole object of murder, I knew that only someone hopelessly ensnared in the lady"s net could have done it.
And no suitor outside of my quartet could have been thus enmeshed, or we would have learned of him. Therefore, one of the four was guilty. Now, Lindquist was eliminated when we found out that he was bedridden in a hospital at the time of Skeel"s murder; for obviously the same person committed both crimes, "
"But," interrupted Markham, "Spotswoode had an equally good alibi for the night of the Canary"s murder. Why eliminate one and not the other?"
"Sorry, but I can"t agree with you. Being prostrated at a known place surrounded by incorruptible and disinterested witnesses, both preceding and during an event, is one thing; but being actually on the ground, as Spotswoode was that fatal evening, within a few minutes of the time the lady was murdered, and then being alone in a taxicab for fifteen minutes or so following the event, that is another thing. No one, as far as we know, actually saw the lady alive after Spotswoode took his departure."
"But the proof of her having been alive and spoken to him is incontestable."
"Granted. I admit that a dead woman doesn"t scream and call for help and then converse with her murderer."
"I see." Markham spoke with sarcasm. "You think it was Skeel, disguising his voice."
"Lord no! What a priceless notion! Skeel didn"t want anyone to know he was there. Why should he have staged such a masterpiece of idiocy? That certainly isn"t the explanation. When we find the answer it will be reasonable and simple."
"That"s encouraging," smiled Markham. "But proceed with your reason for Spotswoode"s guilt."
"Three of my quartet, then, were potential murderers," Vance resumed. "Accordingly, I requested an evening of social relaxation, that I might put them under the psychological microscope, as it were. Although Spotswoode"s ancestry was wholly consistent with his having been the guilty one, nevertheless I confess I thought that Cleaver or Mannix had committed the crime; for, by their own statements, either of them could have done it without contradicting any of the known circ.u.mstances of the situation. Therefore, when Mannix declined your invitation to play poker last night, I put Cleaver to the first test. I wig-wagged to Mr. Allen, and he straightway proceeded to perform his first feat of prestidigitation."
Vance paused and looked up.
"You perhaps recall the circ.u.mstances? It was a jackpot. Allen dealt Cleaver a four-straight-flush and gave me three kings. The other hands were so poor that everyone else was compelled to drop out. I opened, and Cleaver stayed. On the draw, Allen gave me another king, and gave Cleaver the card he needed to complete his straight-flush. Twice I bet a small amount, and each time Cleaver raised me. Finally I called him, and, of course, he won. He couldn"t help but win d" ye see. He was betting on a sure thing.
Since I opened the pot and drew two cards, the highest hand I could possibly have held would have been four of a kind. Cleaver knew this, and having a straight-flush, he also knew, before he raised my bet, that he had me beaten. At once I realized that he was not the man I was after."
"By what reasoning?"
"A poker player, Markham, who would bet on a sure thing is one who lacks the egotistical self-confidence of the highly subtle and supremely capable gambler. He is not a man who will take hazardous chances and tremendous risks, for he possesses, to some degree, what the psychoa.n.a.lysts call an inferiority complex, and instinctively he grasps at every possible opportunity of protecting and bettering himself. In short, he is not the ultimate, unadulterated gambler.
And the man who killed the Odell girl was a supreme gambler who would stake everything on a single turn of the wheel, for, in killing her, that is exactly what he did. And only a gambler whose paramount self-confidence would make him scorn, through sheer egotism, to bet on a sure thing, could have committed such a crime.
Therefore, Cleaver was eliminated as a suspect."
Markham was now listening intently.
"The test to which I put Spotswoode a little later," Vance went on, "had originally been intended for Mannix, but he was out of the game. That didn"t matter, however, for, had I been able to eliminate both Cleaver and Spotswoode, then Mannix would undoubtedly have been the guilty man. Of course I would have planned something else to substantiate the fact; but, as it was, that wasn"t necessary. . . . The test I applied to Spotswoode was pretty well explained by the gentleman himself. As he said, not one player in a thousand would have wagered the limit against a pat hand, when he himself held nothing. It was tremendous, superb! It was probably the most remarkable bluff ever made in a game of poker. I couldn"t help admiring him when he calmly shoved forward all his chips, knowing, as I did, that he held nothing. He staked everything, d" ye see, wholly on his conviction that he could follow my reasoning step by step and, in the last a.n.a.lysis, outwit me. It took courage and daring to do that. And it also took a degree of self-confidence which would never have permitted him to bet on a sure thing. The psychological principles involved in that hand were identical with those of the Odell crime. I threatened Spotswoode with a powerful hand, a pat hand, just as the girl, no doubt, threatened him; and instead of compromising, instead of calling me or laying down, he outreached me; he resorted to one supreme coup, though it meant risking everything. . . . My word, Markham! Can"t you see how the man"s character, as revealed in that amazing gesture, dovetails with the psychology of the crime?"
Markham was silent for a while; he appeared to be pondering the matter. "But you yourself, Vance, were not satisfied at the time he submitted at length. "In fact, you looked doubtful and worried."
"True, old dear. I was no end worried. The psychological proof of Spotswoode"s guilt came so dashed unexpectedly, I wasn"t looking for it, don"t y" know. After eliminating Cleaver I had a parti pris, so to speak, in regard to Mannix; for all the material evidence in favor of Spotswoode"s innocence, that is, the seeming physical impossibility of his having strangled the lady, had, I admit, impressed me. I"m not perfect, don"t y" know. Being unfortunately human, I"m still susceptible to the malicious animal magnetism about facts and appearances, which you lawyer chaps are continuously exuding over the earth like some vast asphyxiating effluvium. And even when I found that Spotswoode"s psychological nature fitted perfectly with all the factors of the crime, I still harbored a doubt in regard to Mannix. It was barely possible that he would have played the hand just as Spotswoode played it. That is why, after the game was over, I tackled him on the subject of gambling.
I wanted to check his psychological reactions."
"Still, he staked everything on one turn of the wheel, as you put it."
"Ah! But not in the same sense that Spotswoode did. Mannix is a cautious and timid gambler as compared with Spotswoode. To begin with, he had an equal chance and an even bet, whereas Spotswoode had no chance at all, his hand was worthless. And yet Spotswoode wagered the limit on a pure bit of mental calculation. That was gambling in the higher ether. On the other hand, Mannix was merely tossing a coin, with an even chance of winning. Furthermore, no calculation of any kind entered into it; there was no planning, no figuring, no daring. And, as I have told you from the start, the Odell murder was premeditated and carefully worked out with shrewd calculation and supreme daring. . . . And what true gambler would ask an adversary to double a bet on the second flip of the coin, and then accept an offer to redouble on the third flip? I purposely tested Mannix in that way, so as to preclude any possibility of error. Thus I not only eliminated him, I expunged him, eradicated him, wiped him out utterly. It cost me a thousand dollars, but it purged my mind of any lingering doubt. I then knew, despite all the contr"ry material indications, that Spotswoode had done away with the lady."
"You make your case theoretically plausible. But, practically, I"m afraid I can"t accept it." Markham was more impressed, I felt, than he cared to admit. "d.a.m.n it, man!" he exploded after a moment.
"Your conclusion demolishes all the established landmarks of rationality and sane credibility., Just consider the facts." He had now reached the argumentative stage of his doubt. "You say Spotswoode is guilty. Yet we know, on irrefutable evidence, that five minutes after he came out of the apartment, the girl screamed and called for help. He was standing by the switchboard, and, accompanied by Jessup, he went to the door and carried on a brief conversation with her. She was certainly alive then. Then he went out the front door, entered a taxicab, and drove away. Fifteen minutes later he was joined by Judge Redfern as he alighted from the taxicab in front of the club here, nearly forty blocks away from the apartment house! It would have been impossible for him to have made the trip in less time; and, moreover, we have the chauffeur"s record. Spotswoode simply did not have either the opportunity or the time to commit the murder between half past eleven and ten minutes of twelve, when Judge Redfern met him. And, remember, he played poker in the club here until three in the morning, hours after the murder took place."
Markham shook his head with emphasis.
"Vance, there"s no human way to get round those facts. They"re firmly established; and they preclude Spotswoode"s guilt as effectively and finally as though he had been at the North Pole that night."
Vance was unmoved.
"I admit everything you say," he rejoined. "But as I have stated before, when material facts and psychological facts conflict, the material facts are wrong. In this case, they may not actually be wrong, but they"re deceptive."
"Very well, magnus Apollo!" The situation was too much for Markham"s exacerbated nerves. "Show me how Spotswoode could have strangled the girl and ransacked the apartment, and I"ll order Heath to arrest him."
""Pon my word, I can"t do it," expostulated Vance. "Omniscience was denied me. But, deuce take it!, I think I"ve done rather well in pointing out the culprit. I never agreed to expound his technic, don"t y" know."
"So! Your vaunted penetration amounts only to that, does it? Well, well! Here and now I become a professor of the higher mental sciences, and I p.r.o.nounce solemnly that Doctor Crippen murdered the Odell girl. To be sure, Crippen"s dead; but that fact doesn"t interfere with my newly adopted psychological means of deduction.
Crippen"s nature, you see, fits perfectly with all the esoteric and recondite indications of the crime. Tomorrow I"ll apply for an order of exhumation."
Vance looked at him with waggish reproachfulness and sighed.
"Recognition of my transcendent genius, I see, is destined to be posthumous. Omnia post obitum fingit majora vetustas. In the meantime I bear the taunts and jeers of the mult.i.tude with a stout heart. "My head is b.l.o.o.d.y, but unbowed.""
He looked at his watch and then seemed to become absorbed with some line of thought.
"Markham," he said, after several minutes, "I"ve a concert at three o"clock, but there"s an hour to spare. I want to take another look at that apartment and its various approaches. Spotswoode"s trick, and I"m convinced it was nothing more than a trick, was enacted there; and if we are ever to find the explanation, we shall have to look for it on the scene."
I had got the impression that Markham, despite his emphatic denial of the possibility of Spotswoode"s guilt, was not entirely unconvinced. Therefore, I was not surprised when, with only a halfhearted protest, he a.s.sented to Vance"s proposal to revisit the Odell apartment.
29 BEETHOVEN"S "ANDANTE".
(Tuesday, September 18; 2 P.M.) Less than half an hour later we again entered the main hall of the little apartment building in 71st Street. Spively, as usual, was on duty at the switchboard. Just inside the public reception room the officer on guard reclined in an easy chair, a cigar in his mouth.
On seeing the district attorney, he rose with forced alacrity.
"When you going to open things up, Mr. Markham?" he asked. "This rest cure is ruinin" my health."
"Very soon, I hope, Officer," Markham told him. "Any more visitors?"
"n.o.body, sir." The man stifled a yawn.
"Let"s have your key to the apartment. Have you been inside?"
"No, sir. Orders were to stay out here."
We pa.s.sed into the dead girl"s living room. The shades were still up, and the sunlight of midday was pouring in. Nothing apparently had been touched; not even the overturned chairs had been righted.
Markham went to the window and stood, his hands behind him, surveying the scene despondently. He was laboring under a growing uncertainty, and he watched Vance with a cynical amus.e.m.e.nt which was far from spontaneous.
Vance, after lighting a cigarette, proceeded to inspect the two rooms, letting his eyes rest searchingly on the various disordered objects. Presently he went into the bathroom and remained several minutes. When he came out he carried a towel with several dark smudges on it.
"This is what Skeel used to erase his fingerprints," he said, tossing the towel on the bed.
"Marvelous!" Markham rallied him. "That, of course, convicts Spotswoode."
"Tut, tut! But it helps substantiate my theory of the crime." He walked to the dressing table and sniffed at a tiny silver atomizer.
"The lady used Coty"s Chypre," he murmured. "Why WILL they all do it?"
"And just what does that help substantiate?"
"Markham dear, I"m absorbing atmosphere. I"m attuning my soul to the apartment"s vibrations. Do let me attune in peace. I may have a visitation at any moment, a revelation from Sinai, as it were."
He continued his round of investigation and at last pa.s.sed out into the main hall, where he stood, one foot holding open the door, looking about him with curious intentness. When he returned to the living room, he sat down on the edge of the rosewood table and surrendered himself to gloomy contemplation. After several minutes he gave Markham a sardonic grin.
"I say! This IS a problem. Dash it all, it"s uncanny!"
"I had an idea," scoffed Markham, "that sooner or later you"d revise your deductions in regard to Spotswoode."
Vance stared idly at the ceiling.
"You"re devilish stubborn, don"t y" know. Here I am trying to extricate you from a deuced unpleasant predicament, and all you do is to indulge in caustic observations calculated to damp my youthful ardor."
Markham left the window and seated himself on the arm of the davenport facing Vance. His eyes held a worried look.
"Vance, don"t get me wrong. Spotswoode means nothing in my life.
If he did this thing, I"d like to know it. Unless this case is cleared up, I"m in for an unG.o.dly walloping by the newspapers. It"s not to my interests to discourage any possibility of a solution.
But your conclusion about Spotswoode is impossible. There are too many contradictory facts."
"That"s just it, don"t y" know. The contradic"try indications are far too perfect. They fit together too beautifully; they"re almost as fine as the forms in a Michelangelo statue. They"re too carefully coordinated, d" ye see, to have been merely a haphazard concatenation of circ.u.mstances. They signify conscious design."
Markham rose and, slowly returning to the window, stood looking out into the little rear yard.
"If I could grant your premise that Spotswoode killed the girl," he said, "I could follow your syllogism. But I can"t very well convict a man on the grounds that his defense is too perfect."
"What we need, Markham, is inspiration. The mere contortions of the sibyl are not enough." Vance took a turn up and down the room.