At last a little exclamation from Kennedy showed us that he had discovered something. I moved closer, as did Mackay.
"It"s lucky none of us toyed with these curtains yesterday," he remarked, with a slight smile of gratification. "There might have been more than one lying where Stella Lamar lies at the present moment."
With wholesome respect neither Mackay nor myself touched the silk as Kennedy pointed. There were two small holes, almost microscopic, in the close-woven material. About the one there was the slightest discoloration. Not a fraction of an inch away I saw two infinitesimal spots of a dark brownish-red tinge.
"What does it mean?" I asked, although I could guess.
"The dark spots are blood, the discoloration the poison from the needle."
"And the needle?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "That"s where our very scientific culprit has forestalled me, Walter! The needle was in these curtains all day yesterday. Unfortunately, I did not study the ma.n.u.script, did not attach any importance to Miss Lamar"s scene at the portieres."
"The man who broke in last night--"
"Removed the needle, but"--almost amused--"not the traces of it. You see, Walter, after all, the scientific detective cannot be forestalled even by the most scientific criminal. There is nothing in the world which does not leave its unmistakable mark behind, provided you can read it. The hole in the cloth serves me quite as well as the needle itself."
Very suddenly a voice from behind us interrupted.
"Find something?"
I turned, startled, to see Emery Phelps. There was a distinct eagerness in the banker"s expression.
"Yes!" Kennedy faced him, undisturbed, apparently not surprised. His scrutiny of Phelps"s face was frank and searching. "Yes," he repeated, "bit by bit the guilty man is revealing himself to us."
XII
EMERY PHELPS
"There--there is something the matter with the curtains?" Phelps suggested.
Kennedy pointed to the two holes and the spots. "Miss Lamar met her death from poison introduced into her system through a tiny scratch from a prepared needle."
"Yes?" Phelps was calm now, and cool. I wondered if it were pretense on his part. "What have these little marks to do with that?"
"Don"t you see?" rejoined Kennedy. "If some one had come here before the scene in the picture was played; had thrust a small needle, perhaps a hollow needle from a hypodermic syringe, through the heavy thickness of this silk--thrust it in here, the point sticking out here--well, there would be two holes left where the threads were forced apart, like this!" Kennedy took his stickpin, demonstrating.
"How could that cause Stella"s death?" Phelps, at first quite upset apparently by Kennedy"s discovery, now was lapsing again into his hostile mood. His question was cynical.
"Try to recall Miss Lamar"s actions," Kennedy went on, patiently. "What was she supposed to do in the very first scene? "The portieres move and the fingers of a girl are seen on the edge of the silk. A bare and beautiful arm is thrust through almost to the shoulder and it begins to move the portieres aside, reaching upward to pull the curtains apart at the rings.""
"Do you mean to tell me--" Phelps"s eyes were very wide as he paused, grasping the scheme and yet disbelieving--unless it all were a bit of fine acting--"do you mean to tell me it is possible to calculate a thing like that? How would anyone know where her arm would be?"
"It is simpler than it sounds, Mr. Phelps." Kennedy was suddenly harsh.
"There is only one natural movement of an arm in that case. The culprit was undoubtedly familiar with Miss Lamar"s height and with her manner of working. It is a bit of action which has to be repeated in both the long shot and close-up scenes. Jameson here can tell you how many times a scene is rehea.r.s.ed. There probably were a dozen sure chances of the needle striking the girl"s bare flesh. You will see from the position of the holes that it was arranged point downward and slightly turned in, and on a particular fold of the curtain, too; showing that some one placed it there only after a nice bit of calculation. Furthermore, it was high enough so that there was little chance of anyone being p.r.i.c.ked except the star, whose death was intended."
Phelps either seemed convinced, or else he felt it inadvisable to irritate Kennedy by a further pretense of skepticism.
A point occurred to me, however. "Listen, Craig!" I spoke in a low voice. "Remember all the emphasis you placed upon the fact that she would cry out. She was not supposed to cry out in that first scene."
"No, Walter, but if you"ll read the second, the close-up, you"ll see that the script actually calls for a cry. Now suppose she makes an exclamation in the first instead. n.o.body would think anything of it.
They would a.s.sume that she had played her action a little in advance, perhaps.
"And then consider this, too! Miss Lamar, receiving the scratch, would cry out unquestionably. But she has been before the camera for years and she is trained in the idea that film must not be wasted uselessly.
She would not interrupt her action for a little scratch because in these circ.u.mstances any little startled movement would fit in with the action. By the time the scene was over she would have forgotten the incident. It would mean very little to her in the preoccupation of bringing the mythical Stella Remsen into flesh-and-blood existence. The poison, however, would be putting in its deadly work."
"Wouldn"t it act before the thirteenth scene--" I began.
"Not necessarily. As a matter of fact, an actress, in the excitement of her work, might resist the effects for a much longer period than some one who realizes he is sick. Some day I"m going to write a book on that. I"m going to collect hundreds of examples of people who keep plugging along because they refuse to admit anything"s the matter with them. It"s like Napoleon"s courier who didn"t drop until he"d delivered his message and made his last precise military salute."
One other thought struck me. "The blood spots on the curtain cannot be Miss Lamar"s if, as you say, the scratch brought no blood."
"How about the nocturnal visitor who removed the needle in the dark?
Can"t you imagine him p.r.i.c.king himself beautifully in his hurry."
"Good heavens!" I felt the chills travel up and down my spine. "There may be another fatality, then!" I exclaimed.
Kennedy was noncommittal. "It would be too bad for justice to be cheated in that fashion," he remarked.
Phelps meanwhile had been listening to us impatiently. Finally he turned to Mackay.
"Was that all you called me out here for? Did you just want to show me the pinholes in those portieres?"
"Not exactly," Mackay replied, eyeing him sharply. "Some one forced his way into this library last night. My guard saw him, and also saw a second man who remained out in the shrubbery and seemed to be watching the first. One shot was fired, but both men got away. An automobile was waiting, perhaps two of them."
"How does this concern me?" Phelps"s voice rose in anger. He strode into the library and over to the French windows, inspecting the damage to the fine woodwork with steadily rising color. Then he hurried back to the side of Mackay.
"It"s up to you, District-Attorney Mackay," he said, with a great show of his ill feeling. "You practically forced me out of my own house. You sent my servants away. You put your own guards in charge, young, inexperienced deputies who don"t know enough to come in when it"s wet.
Now you have me make this trip out here in business hours just to show me where a needle has been stuck in a curtain and where a pair of imported window sashes have been ruined."
Mackay was unruffled. "It is necessary, Mr. Phelps, that you look over this room and see that nothing else has been disturbed; that there is no further damage. Moreover, I thought you might be interested, might wish to help us determine the ident.i.ty of the intruder."
"If there"s any way I can really help you to do that"--sarcastically--"I"ll be delighted."
"Were you here the night before the murder?" Mackay asked.
"You know I seldom spend the night in Tarrytown. I have quarters in New York, at the club, and recently I have been spending all my time in New York, on account of the situation in the picture business."
"You were not here the night before the murder, then?"
"No!"
"But you were out here yesterday before the actors arrived, before Manton or any of his technical staff and crew came?"
"I was out very early, to make sure the servants had the house ready."