"A few minutes; I cannot be exact. It took me some little time to realize that I had actually killed the man, and I don"t think Helen fully understood the extent of the tragedy until I said, "Good G.o.d, I"ve killed him," or something of that kind. I was suddenly aware of my awkward position in the matter."
"He had fired at you," I said.
"I think I forgot that for the moment," Crosland answered. "As a matter of fact we had a marvelous escape. You will see where the bullet struck the wall of the landing. It must have pa.s.sed between us."
"Did your mother hear the shots?"
"They roused her out of a deep sleep, but she did not realize they were shots. The nurse came onto the landing whilst we were in the hall. I told her to say that something had fallen down. My mother is of an extremely nervous temperament, and I am glad she cannot leave her bed just now."
Helen Crosland had nothing to add to her brother"s narrative. When she rushed out of the house her idea was to call the police as quickly as possible, not so much because of the burglars, but on her brother"s account. She had the horrible thought of her brother being accused of murder.
Quarles asked no questions. He was interested in the bullet mark on the landing wall, and very interested in the dead man. A doctor had seen him before our arrival, and the body had been removed to a small room off the hall. Quarles examined the head very closely, also the hands; and casually looked at the revolver, one chamber of which had been discharged.
"A swell mobsman, Wigan, not accustomed to work entirely on his own, I should imagine. As Mr. Crosland says, there may have been others in the house who escaped."
"We may get some information from the servants presently," I answered.
"I doubt it. In all these burglaries, Wigan, we have considered the possibility of the servants being implicated, and in no case has it led us anywhere. More than once there have been clues which pointed to such a conclusion, merely clever ruses on the thieves" part. No, our clue is the dead man."
Quarles questioned Constable Poulton closely. The constable had not heard the shots. About half an hour earlier in the evening he had pa.s.sed Clarence Lodge. There was no light in the house then. Just before one o"clock he had met Mr. Smithers who lived in the next house to Clarence Lodge; he was coming from the direction of the station and said good night. Since then he had seen no one upon his beat. Poulton described the position of the dead man graphically and minutely. He had no doubt he had been shot a few minutes before he saw him.
"I searched the house with Griffiths, the officer who came when I blew my whistle; we saw no sign of the others."
"How did they get in?" I asked.
"A window in the pa.s.sage there was open," said Poulton. "That"s the only way they could have come unless they fastened some window or door again when they had entered."
I examined this window carefully. There was no sign that any one had entered this way, no mark upon the catch. Outside the window was a flower bed, and I pointed out to Quarles that if any one had left the house in a hurry, as they would do at the sound of firearms, they would inevitably have left marks upon the flower bed.
Quarles had nothing to say against my argument.
"I don"t believe either exit or entrance was made by this window,"
I declared.
"Have you still got servants in your mind, Wigan?"
"I have, to tell the truth I always have had."
"The body is our best clue, Wigan. If we can identify that we shall be nearing the end." And then Quarles turned to Poulton. "Isn"t there a nephew in the house? We haven"t seen him."
"I"m told he is abroad, sir," the constable answered.
"Do you happen to know him?"
"Quite well by sight, sir."
Quarles nodded, but the nephew was evidently not disposed of to his Satisfaction.
I interviewed the servants closely, including the chauffeur who had heard nothing of the affair until aroused by the police. Hollis was certain that all the doors and windows were securely fastened. Quarles rather annoyed me by suggesting that the thieves might have entered by an upstairs window or even by the front door.
"If you look at the upstairs windows I think you will find that impossible," said Hollis.
"We will look, and also at the front door."
The professor made a pretense of examining the front door rather carefully.
"You"re sure this was locked and bolted last night?"
"Quite, sir."
"It looks substantial and innocent."
The only window which interested Quarles upstairs was that of a small room in the front of the house overlooking the drive, but, as the butler pointed out, no one could have got in there without a ladder.
"No, no, I suppose not," and Quarles did not say another word until we saw Mr. Crosland again. Then he immediately inquired about the nephew.
"George is in Paris, at least he was three days ago," and Crosland produced a picture postcard sent to his mother. "We are expecting him back at the end of the week."
"I suppose, Mr. Crosland, you have no suspicions regarding this affair?"
"I don"t quite understand what you mean."
"Let me put it in another way," said the professor, "and please do not think that I am suggesting you fired too hastily. Immediately you heard the noise, you remembered the burglars who have caused a sensation in Grange Park recently. It was quite natural, but it seems to me rather strange that so astute a gang should commence operations in the same neighborhood again. For the sake of argument, let us suppose this gang had nothing to do with the affair. Now can you think of any one who might have something to gain by breaking into Clarence Lodge?"
"No, I cannot; and yet--"
"Well," said Quarles.
"I can think of no one; I recall no family skeleton, but there is one curious fact. This gang seemed to know exactly where to go for their spoil--jewels mostly, and there is nothing of that kind worth taking at Clarence Lodge."
"That goes to support my argument, doesn"t it?"
"It does."
"That is the reason I asked particularly about your cousin."
"George Radley is like a brother," laughed Crosland, "our interests are identical."
"Oh, it was only a point that occurred to me as an outsider," Quarles returned. "We can leave him out of the argument and yet not be convinced there is no family skeleton. You might perhaps question your mother without explaining the reason, although I suppose she will have to know about this affair presently."
"I hope not."
"Acute rheumatism, isn"t it? I wonder if she has ever heard of a quack who made a new man of me. What was his name now?"
"Was it Bush?" Crosland asked.
"No, but it was a commonplace name."