"It was just as you see it now."
He took a piece of paper and made one or two notes.
"I imagine that particular call would be difficult to trace," he said.
"Duke"s Mansions has a number, and from the office in the building the particular flat required is switched on. There must have been scores of calls during the evening. I don"t remember anything particular about Arthur Bridwell"s parliamentary career, do you?"
"No, beyond the fact that he is Member for one of the divisions of Suss.e.x."
Quarles looked slowly round the room.
"A bag," he mused; "one of those small chain or leather affairs which women carry, I suppose; a purse in it, a handkerchief, perhaps a letter or two. Bridwell would see it in all probability after the lady had left, and he would--he would put it on a side table or slip it into a drawer out of the way. Shall we just have Masini in and ask him a question or two?"
Instead of questioning the Italian the professor got him to repeat the story as he had told it to me. It was exactly the same account.
"You know nothing about these two visitors?"
"Nothing, signore. I had never seen them before, but I should know them again."
"No names were mentioned in your presence?"
"No."
"Have you ever taken parcels to this Mr. Fisher before?" asked Quarles.
"Never."
"Was the parcel hard; something of metal or leather?"
"Oh, no, signore; it was papers only."
"And you saw Mr. Fisher?"
"Yes."
"What was he like? Was he English?"
Masini said he was, and gave a description which might have fitted any ten men out of the first dozen encountered in the street. He also described the two visitors, but the portraits drawn were not startling.
"What did Mr. Fisher say when you gave him the packet? What were his exact words, I mean?"
"He said: "All right, tell Mr. Bridwell I shall start at once"."
"How long have you been in Mr. Bridwell"s service?"
"Three years," was the answer. "He was traveling in Italy, and I was a waiter in an hotel at Pisa. He liked me and made me an offer, and I became his servant. I have traveled much with him in all parts of Europe."
"Are you sure you never saw either of the men who dined here to-night while you were traveling with your master in Italy?"
"I am sure, but on oath--it would be difficult to take an oath. His friends were of a different kind. My master was writing a book on Italy; he is still at work on it. Ah, signore, I should say he was at work on it. Shall I show you his papers in the other room?"
The voluminous ma.n.u.scripts proved that Bridwell was engaged upon a monumental work dealing with the Italian Renaissance.
"Most interesting," said Quarles. "I should like to sit down at once and spend hours with it. This is valuable. Mr. Bridwell"s business man ought to take charge of these papers. Do you know the name of his solicitors?"
"Mr. Standish, in Hanover Square," Masini answered.
The Italian declared he knew nothing about a lady"s bag, and we searched for it in vain. Then Quarles and I interviewed the hall porter. He knew that Bridwell had had two gentlemen to dine with him that evening, but he had not taken any particular notice of them. They left soon after eight, he said. He corroborated the Italian"s statement that he had gone out at seven, and had returned just before nine.
"You didn"t see a lady go up to Mr. Bridwell"s flat?"
"No, sir, but I was not in the entrance hall at the time from eight to nine. It is usually a slack time with me."
"I did not mean then," said Quarles. "I meant at any time during the day."
"I do not remember a lady calling on Mr. Bridwell at anytime."
It was early morning when the professor and I left Duke"s Mansions.
"There are two obvious things to do, Wigan," said Quarles. "First, we must know something of this man Fisher. I think you should go to Harrow as soon as possible. Then we want to know something of Bridwell"s parliamentary record. You might get an interview with one or two of his colleagues, and ask their opinion of him as a public man and as a private individual. Come to Chelsea to-night. You will probably have raked up a good many facts by then, and we may find the right road to pursue. I will also make an inquiry or two. At present I confess to being puzzled."
"You told the doctor that you usually formed an opinion before the inquest," I reminded him with a smile.
"And he immediately talked of tablets and poisoned foods, and looked horribly superior. He is a young man, and I knew his father, who once did me a good turn. I shall have to repay the debt and prevent the son making a fool of himself."
"You have no doubt that it was murder?" I asked.
"Why, you told me it was yourself when you rang me up on the "phone,"
he answered.
As had often happened before, Quarles"s manner of shutting me up annoyed me, but when you have to deal with an eccentric it is no use expecting him to travel in an ordinary orbit.
To obviate unnecessary repet.i.tion I shall give the result of my inquiries as I related it to Quarles and Zena when I went to Chelsea that night.
"You look satisfied and successful, Wigan," said the professor.
"I am both," I answered. "Whether we shall catch the actual criminal is another matter. We may at least lay our hands on one of his accomplices.
Will it surprise you to learn that I am having the Italian Masini carefully watched?"
"It is a wise precaution."
"I am inclined to adopt the method you do sometimes, professor, and begin at the end," I went on. "First, as regards Mr. Bridwell"s parliamentary friends and acquaintances, and his political career. Although he is a Member whose voice is not often heard in the House, his intimate knowledge of Europe, its general history and politics, gives him importance. He is constantly consulted by the Government, and his opinion is always considered valuable. His colleagues are unanimous on this point, and generally he seems to be respected."
"But the respect is not unanimous, you mean?"
"It is not."
"And in his private life?"