"Quite easily. And throw all the blame on Mr. Steel. Look at the evidence he had ready to his hand against the latter. The changed cigar-case would come near to hang a man. And Van Sneck was in the way. Steel goes out to meet you or some of your friends. All his household are in bed. As a novelist he comes and goes as he likes and n.o.body takes any heed. He goes and leaves his door on the latch. Any money it is the common latch they put on thousands of doors. Henson lets himself into the house and coolly waits Van Sneck"s coming. The rest you can imagine."
Chris had no reply for a moment or two. Rawlins"s suggestion had burst upon her like a bomb. And it was all so dreadfully, horribly probable.
Henson could have done this thing with absolute impunity. It was impossible to imagine for a moment that David Steel was the criminal. Who else could it be, then, but Reginald Henson?
"I"m afraid this has come as a shock to you," Rawlins said, quietly.
"It has, indeed," said Chris. "And your reasoning is so dreadfully logical."
"Well, I may be wrong, after all," Rawlins suggested.
Chris shook her head doubtfully. She felt absolutely a.s.sured that Rawlins was right. But, then, Henson would hardly have run so terrible a risk for a little thing like that. He could easily have silenced Van Sneck by a specious promise or two. There must be another reason for--
It came to Chris in a moment. She saw the light quite plainly.
"Mr. Smith," she said, eagerly, "where did you first meet Henson and Van Sneck?"
"We first came together some eight years ago in Amsterdam."
"Would you mind telling me what your business was?"
"So far as I can recollect it was connected with some old silver--William and Mary and Queen Anne cups and _jardinieres_. We had made a bit of a find that we could authenticate, but we wanted a lot of the stuff, well--faked. You see, Van Sneck was an authority on that kind of thing, and we employed him to cut marks off small genuine things and attach them to spurious large ones. On the whole, we made a very successful business of it for a long time."
"You found Van Sneck an excellent copyist. Did he ever copy anything for you?"
"No. But Henson employed him now and again. Van Sneck could construct a thing from a mere description. There was a ring he did for Henson--"
"Was that called Prince Rupert"s ring, by any chance?"
"That was the name of the ring. Why?"
"We will come to that presently. Did you ever see Prince Rupert"s ring?"
"Well, I did. It was in Amsterdam again, about a year later than the time I mentioned just now. Henson brought the real ring for Van Sneck to copy.
Van Sneck went into raptures over it. He said he had never seen anything of the kind so beautiful. He made a copy of the ring, which he handed back with the original to Henson."
Chris nodded. This pretty faithful copy of the ring was the one that Henson had used as a magnet to draw Lady Littimer"s money and the same one that had found its way into Steel"s possession. But Chris had another idea to follow up.
"You hinted to me just now that Henson was short of money," she said. "Do you mean to say he is in dire need of some large sum?"
"That"s it," Rawlins replied. "I rather fancy there has been some stir with the police over some business up at Huddersfield some years ago."
"A so-called home both there and at Brighton?"
"That"s it. It was the idea that Henson conveyed to me when I saw him at Moreton Wells. It appears that a certain Inspector Marley, of the Brighton Police, is the same man who used to have the warrants for the Huddersfield affair in his hands. Henson felt pretty sure that Marley had recognised him. He told me that if the worst came to the worst he had something he could sell to Littimer for a large sum of money."
"I know," Chris exclaimed. "It is the Prince Rupert"s ring."
"Well, I can"t say anything about that. Is this ring a valuable property?"
"Not in itself. But the loss of it has caused a dreadful lot of misery and suffering. Mr. Smith, Reginald Henson had no business with that ring at all. He stole it and made it appear as if somebody else had done so by means of conveying the copy to the very last person who should have possessed it. That sad business broke up a happy home and has made five people miserable for many years. And whichever way you turn, whichever way you look, you find the cloven foot of Henson everywhere. Now, what you have told me just now gives me a new idea. The secret that Henson was going to sell to Lord Littimer for a large sum was the story of the missing ring and the rest.i.tution of the same."
"Kind of brazening it out, you mean?"
"Yes. Lord Littimer would give three times ten thousand pounds to have that ring again. But at this point Henson has met with a serious check in his plans. Driven into a corner, he has resolved to make a clean breast of it to Lord Littimer. He procures the ring from his strong box, and then he makes a discovery."
"Which is more than I have. Pray proceed."
"He discovers that he has not got the real Prince Rupert"s ring."
Rawlins looked up with a slightly puzzled air.
"Will you kindly tell me what you mean?" he said.
"It was a forgery. Van Sneck made a copy from a mere description. That copy served its purpose with a vengeance, and is now at the bottom of the North Sea. I need not go into details, because it is a family secret, and does not concern our conversation at all. At that time the _real_ ring came into Henson"s possession, and he wanted a copy to hold over the head of an unfortunate lady whom he would have ruined before long. You told me just now that Van Sneck had fallen in love with Prince Rupert"s ring and could hardly bear to part with it. He didn"t."
"No? But how could he retain it?"
"Quite easily. The copy was quite faithful, but still _it was_ a copy.
But secretly Van Sneck makes a copy that would deceive everybody but an expert, and this he hands over to--"
"To Henson as the real ring," Rawlins cried, excitedly.
Chris smiled, a little pleased at her ac.u.men.
"Precisely," she said. "I see that you are inclined to be of my opinion."
"Well, upon my word, I am," Rawlins confessed. "But I don"t quite see why--"
"Please let me finish," Chris went on, excitedly. "Reginald Henson is driven back on his last trenches. He has to get the ring for Lord Littimer. He takes out the ring after all these years, never dreaming that Van Sneck would dare to play such a trick upon him, and finds out the forgery. Did you ever see that man when he is really angry?"
"He is not pretty then," Rawlins said.
"Pretty! He is murder personified. Kindly try to imagine his feelings when he discovers he has been deceived. Mind you, this is only a theory of mine, but I feel certain that it will prove correct. Henson"s last hope is s.n.a.t.c.hed away from him. But he does not go straight to Van Sneck and accuse him of his duplicity. He knows that Van Sneck stole the ring for sheer love of the gem, and that he would not dare to part with it. He a.s.sumes that the ring is in Van Sneck"s possession. And when Van Sneck threatened to expose part of the business to Mr. Steel, Henson makes no attempt to soothe him. Why? Because he sees a cunning way of getting back the ring. He himself lures Van Sneck to Mr. Steel"s house, and there he almost murders him for the sake of the ring. Of course, he meant to kill Van Sneck in such a way that the blame could not possibly fall upon him."
"Can you prove that he knew anything about it?"
"I can prove that he knew who Van Sneck was at a time when the hospital people were doing their best to identify the man. And I know how fearfully uneasy he was when he got to know that some of us were aware who Van Sneck was. It has been a pretty tangle for a long time, but the skein is all coming out smoothly at last. And if we could get the ring which Henson forced by violence from Van Sneck--"
"Excuse me. He did nothing of the kind."
Chris looked up eagerly.
"Oh," she cried, "have you more to tell me, then?"
"Nothing authentic," Rawlins said; "merely surmise. Van Sneck is going to recover. If he does it will be hard for Henson, who ought to get away with his plunder at once. Why doesn"t he go and blackmail Lord Littimer and sell him the ring and clear out of the country? He doesn"t do so because the ring is not yet in his possession."
"Then you imagine that Van Sneck--"