"Then you know who did. Come, sir," Hurd became stern; "this boy Tray says he gave the opal brooch to you. And I believe he did. You would not have taken him into your office--a boy off the streets, and with a bad character at that--unless you wanted to bribe him to hold his tongue."
"I had no need to bribe," said Pash, gnawing his finger nails and rather cowed by this direct attack. "The boy _did_ show me the opal brooch, and I took it from him to return to Norman."
"When did you receive it?" asked Hurd, pulling out his book. "Be careful, Mr. Pash, I"ll take down what you say."
"I have nothing to conceal," said Pash, in quite an unnecessarily injured manner. "I had employed the boy on several errands, and he knew I was Norman"s lawyer. On the evening of the sixth of July--"
"And the evening of the murder," said Hurd; "are you sure?"
"I"ll take my oath on it. The boy told me that Mr. Beecot had met with an accident and that a blue velvet case containing a brooch had fallen out of his pocket."
"It was stolen," said Beecot, hastily.
"Tray was not such a fool as to tell me that," replied the lawyer, dryly; "he said that he picked the case up out of the mud, and took it home to his garret. His grandmother, who is a notorious thief, wanted to get it, and p.a.w.n it for drink, but Tray ran away with it and came to me about five o"clock. He gave me the brooch and asked me to take charge of it, as he expected to get money for it from Aaron Norman who wanted it."
"Tray overheard my conversation with Norman," said Paul, angrily, "and knew the brooch was mine--so did you, Mr. Pash."
"Well," said the solicitor, coolly, "what of that? Norman was my client and wanted the brooch. I intended to keep it and then see you, so that a sale might be arranged. Norman spoke to me about the brooch several times and wanted it for reasons you may not know."
"Oh, yes, we know," said Hurd, sardonically; "we know much more than you give us credit for, Mr. Pash. Well, you saw Norman about the jewel later that evening. I suppose you intend to tell us you gave him the brooch then."
"I intend to tell nothing of the sort," retorted Pash, after a few moments" thought. "I see that things are coming to a crisis, and I would like to see Miss Norman reinstated in her rights."
"Oh," said Paul, indignantly, "and you did your best to give the money to Maud Krill!"
"Because I believed she was legally ent.i.tled to it," explained Pash, lamely; "but since--no," he broke off, "I"ll say nothing just now. I alone can put the matter right, and I refuse to do so unless I have Miss Norman"s promise that I shall keep the business."
Paul would have refused then and there, but Hurd, more astute, interrupted his angry speech. "We"ll see about that later, Mr. Pash," he said, soothingly; "meanwhile, what did you do with the brooch?"
"I laid it on the table there. The case was open, as I had been looking at it. I sent Tray out of the room and attended to my usual business.
Several clients came and went, and I forgot about the opal serpent. Then I went to see my clerk outside about a deed. I was with him for some minutes. When I recollected the brooch before I went home--for I intended to take it with me--"
"Stop," interrupted Hurd, "you were here till Aaron Norman came along with the jewels, so you must have missed the brooch before he came or he would have taken it, seeing it was exposed on the table."
"My esteemed client did not come till seven," said Pash, annoyed at being detected in trickery. "He walked about with the bags of jewels for some time, not being able to make up his mind to give them to me, which he did for safe keeping."
"Then he expected a visit from his wife?"
"I can"t say," said the solicitor, with an air of fatigue. "He certainly hinted that he wanted the jewels placed away safely in case someone connected with the opal brooch should come."
"Perhaps Captain Jessop, who did come," said Paul, suddenly.
"He didn"t mention the name of Jessop," snapped Pash. "Had he hinted at a sailor I would have known who my nautical visitor was."
"We know all about that," said Hurd, waving his hand; "But if Norman came to you at seven, how did you manage to prevent him meeting his wife in this office?"
"Oh, she was--What do you mean?" asked Pash, breaking off, and conscious that he was letting slip something he had rather had not been known.
Hurd saw the slip and Pash"s confusion and at once made every use of the opportunity. In fact, he played a game of bluff. Shaking his finger he approached the little lawyer. "Do you think I come here unprepared?" he asked, solemnly; "do you think I have not been to "The Red Pig" at Christchurch and learned that Mrs. Krill knew of her husband"s whereabouts, through Hay, long before the day she came to you with the lying story about the hand-bills? Hay has confessed his share in the business of a false introduction to throw Mr. Beecot off the scent, seeing that he was defending Miss Norman"s interests. Do you think I don"t know that this woman Krill came to see you, through Hay, whose lawyer you are? She was here on that fatal evening," said Hurd, making a bold shot, "how did you prevent her seeing Norman?"
Pash was completely thrown off his balance by this volley of language and presumption of knowledge. "Mrs. Krill left at six," he gasped, backing to the wall.
"And carried off the brooch?"
"I"m not sure--I can"t say--I _did_ miss the brooch--"
"After Mrs. Krill left?"
"No, when Norman came. I intended to show him the brooch and found it gone."
"Mrs. Krill left at six. Between six and seven did any other client come into the office?"
"Yes--no--I can"t say. Well," Pash broke down in despair seeing that his lies were not believed, "I think Mrs. Krill did steal the brooch."
"Quite so, and murdered her husband!" Hurd went to the door and took Beecot"s arm. "I only hope you won"t be brought up as an accessory before the fact, Mr. Pash," and disregarding the lawyer"s exclamations he dragged Paul outside. In Chancery Lane he spoke. "I"ve bluffed him fine," he said, "that boy is lost. Can"t see him anywhere. But we"re getting at the truth at last."
CHAPTER XXIV
MRS. KRILL AT BAY
Next day Hurd did not go to see Mrs. Krill as he had intended, but spent his time in hunting for the missing boy. Tray, however, was not to be found. Being a guttersnipe and accustomed to dealing with the police he was thoroughly well able to look after himself, and doubtless had concealed himself in some low den where the officers of the law would not think of searching for him. However, the fact remained that, in spite of the detective"s search, he could not be caught, and the authorities were much vexed. To unravel the case completely Tray was a necessary witness, especially as, even when examined at Jubileetown, Hurd shrewdly suspected he had not confessed all the truth. However, what could be done was done, and several plain-clothes detectives were set to search for the missing boy.
Pash remained quiet for, at all events, the next four-and-twenty hours.
Whether he saw Mrs. Krill or not during that time Hurd did not know and, truth to say, he cared very little. The lawyer had undoubtedly acted dishonestly, and if the matter were made public, there would be every chance that he would be struck off the rolls. To prevent this Pash was quite ready to sell Mrs. Krill and anyone else connected with the mystery. Also, he wished to keep the business of Miss Norman, supposing the money--as he hinted might be the case through his a.s.sistance--came back to her; and this might be used as a means to make him speak out.
Hurd was now pretty sure that Mrs. Krill was the guilty person.
"She knew Pash through Hay," argued the detective, while thinking over the case, "and undoubtedly came to see him before Norman"s death, so that Pash might suggest ways and means of getting the better of the old man by means of the bigamy business. Mrs. Krill was in the Chancery Lane office when the brooch left by Tray was on the table, and Mrs. Krill, anxious to get it, no doubt slipped it into her pocket when Pash was talking to his clerk in the outer room. Then I expect she decided to punish her husband by fastening his lips together as he had done those of her daughter twenty and more years ago. I can"t exactly see why she strangled him," mused Hurd, "as she could have got the money without proceeding to such an extreme measure. But the man"s dead, and she killed him sure enough. Now, I"ll get a warrant out and arrest her straight away. There"s quite enough evidence to justify her being taken in charge. Hum! I wonder if she made use of that young devil of a Tray in any way? Well," he rose and stretched himself, "I may force her to speak now that she is in a corner."
Having made up his mind Hurd went to work at once, and the next day, late in the afternoon, he was driving in a cab to No. 32A Hunter Street, Kensington, with the warrant in his pocket. He also had with him a letter which he had received from Miss Qian, and written from Beechill in Buckinghamshire. Aurora had made good use of her time and had learned a number of facts connected with Mrs. Krill"s early life which Hurd thought would prove of interest to the woman. In one way and another the case was becoming plain and clear, and the detective made sure that he would gain the reward. The irony of the thing was, that Mrs. Krill, with a view to throwing dust in the eyes of the law, had offered a bribe of one thousand pounds for the discovery of the a.s.sa.s.sin. She little thought when doing so that she was weaving a rope for her own neck.
Hurd had brought a plain-clothes policeman with him, and this man remained outside in a hansom while Hurd rang the bell. In a few minutes the door was opened and the detective sent up his card. Mrs. Krill proved to be at home and consented to receive him, so, shortly, the man found himself in an elegantly-furnished drawing-room bowing before the silent and sedate daughter.
"You wish to see my mother," said Maud, with her eternal smile. "She will be down in a few minutes."
"I await her convenience," said Hurd, admiring the handsome looks of the young woman, although he plainly saw that she was--as he phrased it--"no chicken."
After a few words Miss Krill rang the bell. "I want these things taken away," she said, pointing to a workbasket and some millinery with which she had been engaged when Hurd was announced, "then I shall leave you to speak to my mother."
The detective wondered if she was too fine a lady to remove these things herself, but his surprise ceased when the door opened and no less a person than Matilda Junk appeared. He guessed at once that the landlady of "The Red Pig" had come up to see her sister and had related details about her visitor. Probably Mrs. Krill guessed that Hurd had been asking questions, and Matilda had been introduced to see if he was the man. He became certain of this when Miss Junk threw up her hands. "The commercial gent," she exclaimed.
"Oh, no," said Maud, smiling smoothly. "This is Mr. Hurd, the detective, who is searching for the a.s.sa.s.sin of my dear father."
"Lor,"" said Matilda, growing red. "And he"s the man as came to ask questions at the "otel. I do call it bold of you, Mister Policeman."
"Well," said Hurd, swinging his hat lazily, and looking from one to the other, quite taking in the situation, "you answered very few of my questions, so that is all right."