"Well, and what shall I do--string you up now or hand you over to the police?"
"But, Mr. Cromarty--you don"t believe that"s right surely?"
Tragic though the occasion was, Ned could not refrain from one brief laugh. And then his face set hard again and he said:
"No, Bisset, I do not believe it was you. In fact, I wouldn"t believe it was you if you confessed to it. But I"d advise you not to go spreading your deductions abroad! Deduction"s a game that wants a bit more practice than you or I have had."
It is possible that James Bisset had never looked quite so crestfallen in his life.
"Then that"s all nonsense I"ve been talking, sir?" he said lugubriously.
"No," said Ned emphatically. "I"ll not say that either. You"ve brought out some good points--that broken table, the place the body was found, the possible reason why Sir Reginald gave no alarm; seems to me those have something to them. But what they mean--what to conclude; we"re as far off that, Bisset, as ever!"
The philosopher"s self esteem was evidently returning as fast as it had gone.
"Then you wouldn"t think there would be any harm, sir, in my continuing my investigations?"
"On your present lines, the only harm is likely to be to yourself. Keep at it--but don"t hang yourself accidentally. And let me know if you discover anything else--mind that."
"I"ll mind on it, no fears, Mr. Cromarty!"
Ned left him with an expression on his countenance which indicated that the deductive process had already been resumed.
Till he arrived at his own door, the laird of Stanesland was unconscious of a single incident of his drive home. All the way his eye stared straight into s.p.a.ce. Sometimes a gleam would light it for an instant, and then he would shake his head and the gleam would fade away.
"I can see neither a d.a.m.ned head nor a d.a.m.ned tail to it!" he said to himself as he alighted.
XIV
THE QUESTION OF MOTIVE
Two days later Mr. Ison entered Mr. Simon Rattar"s room and informed him that Mr. Cromarty of Stanesland wished to see him on particular business. The lawyer was busy and this interruption seemed for the moment distinctly unwelcome. Then he grunted:
"Show him in."
In the minute or two that pa.s.sed before the laird"s entrance, Simon seemed to be thinking intently and finally to come to a decision, which, to judge from his reception of his client, was on rather different lines from his first thoughts when Mr. Cromarty"s name was announced. To describe Simon Rattar at any time as genial would be an exaggeration, but he showed his nearest approach to geniality as he bade his client good-morning.
"Sorry to interrupt you," said Ned, "but I can"t get this business out of my head, night or day. Whether you want me or not, I"ve got to play a hand in this game; but it"s on your side, Mr. Rattar, and maybe I might be able to help a little if I could get something to go on."
The lawyer nodded.
"I quite understand. Glad to have your help, Mr. Cromarty. Dreadful affair. We"re all trying to get to the bottom of it, I can a.s.sure you."
"I believe you," said Ned. "There never was a man better worth avenging than Sir Reginald."
"Quite so," said Simon briefly, his eyes fixed on the other"s face.
"Any fresh facts?"
Simon drew a sheet of paper from his desk.
"Superintendent Sutherland has given me a note of three--for what they are worth, discovered by the butler. The first is about that table. It seems a leg has been broken."
"Bisset told me that before I left the house."
"And thought it was an important fact, I suppose?"
"What its importance is, it"s hard to say, but it"s a fact, and seems to me well worth noting."
"It is noted," said the Procurator Fiscal drily. "But I can"t see that it leads anywhere."
"Bisset maintains it implies Sir Reginald fell over it when he was struck down; and that seems to me pretty likely."
Simon shook his head.
"How do we know Sir Reginald hadn"t broken it himself previously and then set it up against the wall--a.s.suming it ever stood anywhere else, which seems to want confirmation?"
"A dashed thin suggestion!" said Ned. "However, what are the other discoveries?"
"The second is that one or two small fragments of dried mud were found under the edge of the curtain, and the third is that the hearth brush was placed in an unusual position--according to Bisset."
"And what are Bisset"s conclusions?"
"That the man, whoever he was, had brought mud into the room and then swept it up with the hearth brush; these fragments being pieces that he had swept accidentally under the curtain and so overlooked."
"Good for Bisset!" exclaimed Ned. "He has got there this time, I do believe."
Simon smiled sceptically.
"Sir Reginald was in the library in his walking boots that afternoon.
Naturally he would leave mud, and quite likely he swept it up himself then, though the only evidence of sweeping is Bisset"s statement about the brush. And what proof is that of anything? Does your hearth brush always stay in the same position?"
"Never noticed," said Ned.
"And I don"t believe anybody notices sufficiently closely to make their evidence on such a point worth a rap!" said Simon.
"A servant would."
"Well, Mr. Cromarty, make the most of the hearth brush then."
There seemed for an instant to be a defiant note in the Procurator Fiscal"s voice that made Ned glance at him sharply. But he saw nothing in his face but the same set and steady look.
"We"re on the same side in this racket, Mr. Rattar," said Ned. "I"m only trying to help--same as you."
Simon"s voice seemed now to have exactly the opposite note. For him, his tone of acquiescence was even eager.