Something in the expression of the maid, Agnes, caught the eye of the coroner, and he suddenly turned to her, saying, "Did you overhear this conversation?"
Taken aback by the unexpected question, Agnes stammered, "Yes, sir, I did."
"Where were you?"
"In the dining room, clearing the table."
"Where was Miss Clyde?"
"In the hall, just about to go upstairs."
"And Mrs. Pell?"
"In the hall, by the living-room door."
"Why were they in the hall?"
"Mr. and Mrs. Bowen had just left, and the ladies had said good-bye to them at the front door, and then they stood talking to each other a few moments."
"What were they talking about?"
Agnes hesitated, but on further insistence of the coroner she said, "Miss Iris was complaining to Mrs. Pell about her habit of playing tricks."
"Was Miss Clyde angry at her aunt?"
"She sounded so."
"Certainly I was," broke in Iris. "I had stood that foolishness just as long as I could----"
"You are not the witness, for the moment, Miss Clyde," said the coroner, severely. "Agnes, what did Mrs. Pell say to her niece in response to her chiding?"
"She only laughed, and said that Miss Iris looked like a circus clown."
"Then what did Miss Clyde say?"
"She said that Mrs. Pell was a fiend in human shape and that she hated her. Then she ran upstairs and went into her own room and slammed the door."
"Have you any reason to think, Agnes, that there is any secret mode of connection between Mrs. Pell"s sitting room and Miss Clyde"s bedroom, directly above it?"
"Why, no, sir, I never heard of such a thing."
"Absurd!" broke in Winston Bannard, "utterly absurd. If there were such a thing, it could certainly be discovered by your expert detectives."
"There isn"t any," declared Hughes, positively. "I"ve sounded the walls and examined the floor and ceiling, and there"s not a chance of it. The way the murderer got out of that locked room is a profound mystery, but it won"t be solved by means of a secret entrance."
"Yet what other possibility can be suggested?" went on Timken, thoughtfully. "And the connection needn"t be directly with Miss Clyde"s room. Suppose there is a sliding wall panel, or an exit to the cellar, in some way."
"But there isn"t," insisted Hughes. "I"m not altogether ignorant of architecture, and there is no such thing in any part of that room.
Moreover, how could any outsider come to the house, get in, and get into that room, without any member of the household seeing his approach? The two women servants were in the house, but Campbell, the chauffeur, and Purdy, the gardener, were out of doors, and could have seen anyone who came in at the gate."
"Might not the intruder have entered while the family was at dinner, and concealed himself in Mrs. Pell"s sitting room, until she went in there after dinner?"
"Possibly," agreed Hughes, "but, in that case, how did the intruder get out?"
And that was the sticking-point with every theory. No one could think of or imagine any way to account for the exit of the criminal. Mrs. Pell had undoubtedly been murdered. Her injuries were not self-inflicted. She had been brutally maltreated by a strong, angry person, before the final blow had killed her. The overturned table, and the ransacked room, the empty pocket-book and handbag were the work of a desperate thief, and it really seemed absurd to connect the name of Iris Clyde with such conditions. More plausible was the theory of Bannard"s guilt, but, again, how did he get away?
"There is a possibility of locking a door from the outside," said Coroner Timken.
"I"ve thought of that," returned Hughes, "but it wasn"t done in this case. I"ve tried to lock that door from outside, with a pair of nippers, and the lock is such that it can"t be done. And, too, Polly heard Mrs.
Pell"s screams at the moment of her murder--the criminal couldn"t have run out, and locked the door outside, and gone through this room without having been seen by someone. You were in the dining room, Polly?"
"Yes, sir, and I ran right in here; there was no time for anybody to get away without my seeing him."
The facts, as testified to, were so clear cut and definite, that there seemed little to probe into. It was a deadlock. Mrs. Pell had been robbed and murdered. Apparently there was no way in which this could have been done, and yet it had been done. The two who could be said to have a motive were Iris Clyde and Winston Bannard. It might even be said that they had opportunity, yet it was clearly shown that they could not have escaped unseen.
Bannard was further questioned as to his movements on Sunday.
He declared that he had risen late, and had gone for a bicycle ride, a recreation of which he was fond.
"Where did you ride?" asked Timken.
"Up Broadway and on along its continuation as far as Red Fox Inn."
"That"s about half way up here!"
"I know it. I stopped there for luncheon, about noon, and after that I returned to New York."
"You lunched at the Inn at noon?"
"Shortly after twelve, I think it was. The Inn people will verify this."
"They know you?"
"Not personally, but doubtless the waiter who served me will remember my presence."
"And, after luncheon, you returned to the city?"
"I did."
"Reaching your home at what time?"
"Oh, I didn"t go to my rooms until about twilight. It was a lovely day, and I came home slowly, stopping here and there when I pa.s.sed a bit of woods or a pleasant spot to rest. I often spend a day in the open."
"You had your newspaper with you?"
"I did."
"What one?"