He was called for the inquest and gave his testimony. The hearing was brief, and the facts ascertained so clear, there remained no doubt in the minds of any one, but what this was a case of suicide. No particular attempt was made to probe into the cause, the personal affairs of the dead man being left for later investigation. West saw Natalie at the inquest for the very few moments she was upon the stand, but their eyes did not meet, nor did the girl give any evidence of recognition. She was pale, yet calm, answering the questions asked her quietly. These pertained entirely to her last meeting with Coolidge, and had no direct bearing on the verdict. The moment she was released she retired from the room; and West merely lingered long enough to learn the decision of the jury. Somehow the impression the young woman had left upon him in those few moments was not a pleasant one. He could not clearly a.n.a.lyse this result, yet she was either acting a part to conceal her true emotions, or else she was really indifferent.
It was not until the following day that reason began to rea.s.sert itself, and he succeeded in marshalling the facts of the case more clearly in his own mind. He even began to doubt and question his own testimony, yet, before he reached any real conclusion, one of the Club servants approached his chair.
"Captain West, there is a man out here asking to see you."
"A man! Where?"
"I had him wait in the anteroom, sir. He would give no name, and seems to be of the working cla.s.s; so I thought I better tell you first, sir."
"Very well, Mapes. I"ll soon find out what he wants."
It was s.e.xton, twirling his hat nervously in his hands, and still standing irresolutely in the middle of the floor. As sight of West he took a hasty step forward, eager to explain the cause of his presence.
"You"ll pardon me, sir," he burst forth in apology. "But I must see you, sir."
"That"s quite all right, s.e.xton. You have some message?"
"Not--not from any one else, sir. It"s just my own business, but--but I thought you would help me, sir."
"Certainly; only too glad. Let"s step in here where we can talk quietly."
He pointed the way into a private card room, closing the door behind his visitor.
"Take the seat over there, s.e.xton. You came in to see me from Fairlawn?"
"No, sir, I didn"t. The fact is, I"m not out there any longer."
"Not there! What do you mean?"
"I"ve been discharged, sir, with two other servants, since the funeral yesterday."
"Discharged! Why I understood you had been employed there for years."
"Several years, sir."
"And now discharged! By whom? Not Miss Natalie surely?"
"Yes, sir. She didn"t give no reason; just said we were not wanted any longer. That"s one reason why I came here to see you, sir."
"But I hardly know how I can be of help. I have no house of my own, and--well, the truth of the matter is, s.e.xton, just at present I am not on very good terms with the young lady myself."
"I know that, sir," more confidently. "And it isn"t a position I am seeking, at all. I have quite a tidy bit of money laid away, and could get plenty of work. That"s not the point, sir. Why should Miss Natalie tell me to go like that? It isn"t a bit like her, sir; she ain"t seemed natural at all lately, and I tell you there"s something wrong goin" on out there. I"m sure o" that, sir."
"Sure of what?"
"Well, for one thing, it"s my opinion that Percival Coolidge never killed himself, sir."
West sat up stiffly, as though struck a blow. These words startled him; drove his own mind into sudden activity.
"What makes you think that, s.e.xton?" he questioned slowly.
"Well, there"s more than one thing," as though glad to have made the plunge, and anxious to justify himself. "But first of all that wasn"t his revolver they found lying beside him. He always had one in his valise, an" it"s there now, or was when I looked to see."
"You didn"t tell that to the coroner."
"No, sir; he never put me on the stand. Besides I didn"t know about it then. After I thought about it, I told Miss Natalie, sir."
"Oh, you did! and what did she say?"
"She didn"t think that proved anything; that he probably had the other in his pocket."
"This was before you were dismissed?"
"Yes, sir; the evening before, sir."
West whistled gravely, his gaze on the other"s face.
"And is that all, s.e.xton?" he asked finally. "Is there any other reason why you doubt Coolidge killed himself?"
"Did you notice where he was shot, sir?"
"Behind the right ear; the wound was plainly visible."
"Not very easy for a man to do himself, sir."
"No, but possible, nevertheless. The coroner was satisfied on that point."
"Yes, sir, but the coroner overlooked one thing, sir. He was sure it was a suicide case, and wanted to get done with it in a hurry. I and Simmons, sir, washed the body to get it ready for burial, an" I combed the hair down over the bullet wound. There wasn"t no powder marks on the skin, an" not a hair was singed, sir. That"s what makes me say he never killed himself."
West sat silent and motionless, looking straight at the man opposite, endeavouring to decide on a course of action. Someway in the depth of his earnestness, s.e.xton no longer appeared a servant. He was a man, voicing a man"s heart. West realized the change instinctively; here was an intelligent loyal fellow, to be met frankly, and for the time being, at least, on the ground of equality. It would be useless to try to either mislead, or deceive.
"s.e.xton," he began finally, "this is a pretty serious charge you make, my man, but since I have been thinking things over, I confess some suspicious circ.u.mstances have arisen in my own mind. Of course I was not aware of these facts you have just related, but they fit in nicely with some observations of my own. The truth is," he confessed frankly, "I did not tell all I knew to the coroner"s jury. I meant to do so, but the right questions were not asked me, and certain details slipped my memory until too late. Do you recall a boulder of rock out in that clover field?"
"Yes, sir, to the right of the path; it is mostly hidden now by the growth."
"Entirely concealed a few yards away. Well, when I crawled through the fence after hearing that shot fired, I saw nothing, and heard nothing. I had advanced into the field several rods when I came upon the trail of some one leading directly north. It was not a path; merely evidence that a single person had pa.s.sed that way. I followed, and came to this boulder. Here there was every proof visible that the previous party had remained for some time, seated and lying on the ground under protection of the stone. The occupancy was a recent one. Then evidently, whoever it was, had advanced to the right in the general direction of the gate through the fence, near where Coolidge"s body was found. The marks of advance did not lead that far, or even to the marked path through the field. They ended on a little rise, some ten yards from the boulder, where the fellow apparently turned about, and retraced his steps."
"How far was that from the gate into the road, sir?" he asked breathlessly.
"Within easy shooting distance for a revolver of that calibre, I should say. Any good marksman could have rung the bell."
"And you saw no one?"
"No; not a sign; the fact is I failed at the time to put two and two together. The thought of a possible murder never occurred to me. It was only afterwards that I began to appreciate what all this might mean, and now what you have said has driven it home."
"You think it was murder then, sir?"
"Yes, I do," replied West gravely. "It has all the marks, but who committed the crime? What was the motive? It will never do for us to make such a charge, after the coroner"s verdict, without positive proof."