"Then how did you know the brooch was in my pocket?" asked Paul.
"I was a-dodgin" round the shorp," snapped Tray, "and I "eard Mr. Norman an" Mr. Beecot a-talkin" of the brooch; Mr. Beecot said as he "ad the brooch in "is pocket--"
"Yes, I certainly did," said Paul, remembering the conversation.
"Well, when the smash come, I dodged in and prigged it. T"wos easy "nough," grinned Tray, "for I felt it in "is bres" poket and collared it. I wanted to guv it t" th" ole man, thinkin" he"d pay fur it, as he said he would. But arter the smash I went "ome t" m" grann" and hid the brooch. W"en I wos a-lookin" at it at night, I sawr "er a-lookin" at it, and she grabbed it. I cut away with m"own property, not wishin" to be robbed by the ole gal."
"What did you do then?"
Tray wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve. "I "eard that Mr.
Norman wos dead--"
"Yes, and you told Jessop so in the office. How did you know?"
""Cause I went to the shorp in th" mornin" to sell the brooch to th" ole man. He was a goner, so I cut to Mr. Pash, as wos his lawyer, and said I"d sell "im the brooch."
"What?" cried Hurd, rising. "You gave the brooch to Mr. Pash?"
"Yuss. He said he"d "ave me up for stealin", and wouldn"t guv me even a bob fur it. But he said I"d be his noo orfice boy. I thought I"d be respectable, so I went. And now," ended Master Clump in a sullen manner, "you knows all, and I ain"t done nothin", so I"m orf."
Deborah caught him by the tail of his jacket as he made a dart at the door and swung him into the middle of the room. Hurd laid hands on him.
"You come along with me," he said. "I"ll confront you with Pash."
Tray gave a howl of terror. "He"ll kill me," he shouted, "as he killed the old cove. Yuss. _He_ did it. Pash did it," and he howled again.
CHAPTER XXIII
WHAT PASH SAID
In a smoking compartment, which the three had to themselves, Hurd resumed his examination of Tray. They were now on their way to Liverpool Street and thence the detective intended to convey the boy to Pash"s office in Chancery Lane. Paul sat in one corner much excited over the turn events had taken. He began to think that the a.s.sa.s.sin of Aaron Norman would be found after all. More, he believed that Sylvia would yet inherit the five thousand a year she was ent.i.tled to, morally, if not legally. Hurd, in another corner, pulled Tray roughly towards him, and shook his finger in the lad"s face. The boy was sulky and defiant, yet there was a trace of fear in his eyes, and the reason of this Hurd wished to learn.
"You"re a young liar," said Hurd, emphatically, "and not a clever one either. Do you think to play the fool with me?"
"I"ve tole you all straight," grumbled Tray.
"No, you haven"t. Anyone can see that you"ve made a mistake. I leave it to Mr. Beecot yonder."
"I was about to draw your attention to the mistake," said Paul; "you mean the discrepancy in time."
Master Clump started and became more sulky than ever. He cast down his cunning eyes and shuffled with his feet while Hurd lectured him. "You know well enough," said the detective, sharply, "that the brooch was boned by you on the very evening when the murder took place. It was then that Mr. Beecot met with his accident. Therefore, you could not have given the brooch to Mr. Pash the _next_ morning, as it had been used on the previous night."
"Sha"n"t say anythin" more," retorted Tray, defiantly.
"Oh, won"t you?" cried Hurd, ironically, "we"ll see about that. You told that lie about the time to account for your knowing of the murder before anyone else did."
"No," said Tray, decidedly, "I did go to the shorp in th" mornin"."
"That you may have done, but not to sell the brooch. Mr. Pash had taken it from you on the previous night."
"He didn"t," denied the boy.
"Then in that case you"ve told a lie. Pash never had the brooch, and has nothing to do with the murder."
"He _did_ prig the brooch from me, and he _did_ kill the ole cove."
"Well, we"ll see what Mr. Pash will say when you accuse him," said Hurd; "but I don"t believe one word of it. It"s my opinion that you gave that brooch to a third party on the same evening as you stole it. Now, then, who did you give it to?"
"Mr. Pash," persisted Tray.
"On the same evening?"
There was no reply to this. Tray set his lips firmly and refused to speak. Hurd shook an admonitory finger again. "You can"t play fast and loose with me, my lad," he said grimly; "if you didn"t part with that brooch, you must be mixed up in the crime yourself. Perhaps you pinned the poor wretch"s mouth together. It"s just the sort of cruel thing a young Cain like you would do."
"I didn"t," said Master Clump, doggedly; "you take me to master, and I"ll tell him what I tells you. He"s the one."
Hurd shook the boy to make him talk more, but Tray simply threw himself on the floor of the carriage and howled. The detective therefore picked him up and flung him into a corner. "You stop there, you little ruffian," he said, seriously annoyed at the boy"s recalcitrants; "we"ll speak again when we are in Mr. Pash"s office." So Tray curled up on the cushion, looked savagely at the detective and held his tongue.
"What do you think will be the end of all this?" asked Paul, when Master Clump was thus disposed of.
"Lord knows," replied Hurd, wiping his face. "I never had a harder case to deal with. I thought Hay had a hand in it, but it seems he hadn"t, bad lot as he is, asking your pardon, Mr. Beecot, since you"re his friend."
"That I am not," disclaimed Beecot, emphatically; "there"s a young lawyer I know, Ford is his name. I went to see him as to what chances Sylvia had of getting the money. He was at school with me, and remembered Hay. He said that Hay was dismissed from Torrington School for stealing."
"Didn"t you know that yourself."
"No, I had left the school--I was ill at home with scarlet fever. But Hay apparently always has been a bad lot. He and that Krill pair are well matched, for I believe the mother is bad, even if the daughter Maud isn"t. By the way her age--?"
Hurd nodded. "I believe she was fifteen at the time of the death of Lady Rachel. If so, she can"t be legitimate or may not be the daughter of Aaron Norman. However, I"ve asked my sister to look up Mrs. Krill"s past life in Stowley, where she comes from."
"But she wasn"t married to Krill at Stowley?"
"No. But she lived there as Anne Tyler. From the certificate she was married to Krill at a small parish church twenty miles from Stowley, so Aurora will go there. But I want her to stop at Stowley first and learn all she can about Anne Tyler."
"Beechill"s the name of the parish in which she was married to Krill before she came to Christchurch," said Paul, musingly, "so I expect they lived there. Miss Qian might search also for the certificate of Maud Krill"s birth."
"I told her to, and, failing that, she"s to search in Christchurch. We must get the certificate of birth somehow."
"Hurd," said Paul, rather diffidently, "I hope you won"t be annoyed, but I have already asked my friend Ford to give notice to Pash to produce the certificate."
"Well," replied the detective, "you might have told me; but no great harm is done. What does Pash say?"
"I don"t know. Ford has not let me know yet. Here we are."
This remark was caused by the stopping of the train at Liverpool Street Station. A number of people were returning from their employment in the city to the country, and the platforms were crowded. Hurd grasped Master Clump by the arm and marched him along. But in the confusion of finding his ticket at the barrier, he happened to let go, almost without thinking. In a moment Tray had darted through the barrier and was lost in the crowd. Hurd sprang after him, and left Paul to explain. He hurriedly did so, and then went out to see if the detective had caught the boy.