I noticed some telegraph-forms in the stationery rack on a small writing-table, and taking one scribbled a couple of lines to Sir Bernard, at Hove, informing him of the mysterious affair. This I folded and placed in my pocket in readiness for the re-opening of the telegraph office at eight o"clock.
Shortly afterwards we heard the wheels of the cab outside, and a few minutes later were joined by a police inspector in uniform and an officer in plain clothes.
In a few brief sentences I explained to them the tragic circ.u.mstances, and then led them upstairs to the dead man"s room.
After a cursory glance around, they went forth again out upon the landing in order to await the arrival of two other plain-clothes officers who had come round on foot, one of them the sergeant of the Criminal Investigation Department attached to the Kew station. Then, after giving orders to the constable on the beat to station himself at the door and allow no one to enter or leave without permission, the three detectives and the inspector entered the room where the dead man lay.
CHAPTER VI.
IN WHICH I MAKE A DISCOVERY.
Having explained who I was, I followed the men in and a.s.sisted them in making a careful and minute examination of the place.
Search for the weapon with which the crime had been committed proved fruitless; hence it was plain that the murderer had carried it away.
There were no signs whatever of a struggle, and nothing to indicate that the blow had been struck by any burglar with a motive of silencing the prostrate man.
The room was a large front one on the first floor, with two French windows opening upon a balcony formed by the big square portico. Both were found to be secured, not only by the latches, but also by long screws as an extra precaution against thieves, old Mr. Courtenay, like many other elderly people, being extremely nervous of midnight intruders. The bedroom itself was well furnished in genuine Sheraton, which he had brought up from his palatial home in Devonshire, for the old man denied himself no personal comfort. The easy chair in which he had sat when I had paid my visit was still in its place at the fireside, with the footstool just as he had left it; the drawers which we opened one after another showed no sign of having been rummaged, and the sum result of our investigations was absolutely _nil_.
"It looks very much as though someone in the house had done it,"
whispered the inspector seriously to me, having first glanced at the door to ascertain that it was closed.
"Yes," I admitted, "appearances certainly do point to that."
"Who was the young lady who met us downstairs?" inquired the detective sergeant, producing a small note-book and pencil.
"Miss Ethelwynn Mivart, sister to Mrs. Courtenay."
"And is Mrs. Courtenay at home?" he inquired, making a note of the name.
"No. We have sent for her. She"s staying with friends in London."
"Hulloa! There"s an iron safe here!" exclaimed one of the men rummaging at the opposite side of the room. He had pulled away a chest of drawers from the wall, revealing what I had never noticed before, the door of a small fireproof safe built into the wall.
"Is it locked?" inquired the inspector.
The man, after trying the k.n.o.b and examining the keyhole, replied in the affirmative.
"Keeps his deeds and jewellery there, I suppose," remarked one of the other detectives. "He seems to have been very much afraid of burglars.
I wonder whether he had any reason for that?"
"Like many old men he was a trifle eccentric," I replied. "Thieves once broke into his country house years ago, I believe, and he therefore entertained a horror of them."
We all examined the keyhole of the safe, but there was certainly no evidence to show that it had been tampered with. On the contrary, the little oval bra.s.s plate which closed the hole was rusty, and had not apparently been touched for weeks.
While they were searching in other parts of the room I directed my attention to the position and appearance of my late patient. He was lying on his right side with one arm slightly raised in quite a natural att.i.tude for one sleeping. His features, although the pallor of death was upon them and they were relaxed, showed no sign of suffering. The blow had been unerring, and had no doubt penetrated to the heart. The crime had been committed swiftly, and the murderer had escaped unseen and unheard.
The eider-down quilt, a rich one of Gobelin blue satin, had scarcely been disturbed, and save for the small spot of blood upon the sheet, traces of a terrible crime were in no way apparent.
While, however, I stood at the bedside, at the same spot most probably where the murderer had stood, I suddenly felt something uneven between the sole of my boot and the carpet. So intent was I upon the examination I was making that at first my attention was not attracted by it, but on stepping on it a second time I looked down and saw something white, which I quickly picked up.
The instant I saw it I closed my hand and hid it from view.
Then I glanced furtively around, and seeing that my action had been un.o.bserved I quickly transferred it to my vest pocket, covering the movement by taking out my watch to glance at it.
I confess that my heart beat quickly, and in all probability the colour at that moment had left my face, for I had, by sheer accident, discovered a clue.
To examine it there was impossible, for of such a character was it that I had no intention, as yet, to arouse the suspicions of the police. I intended at the earliest moment to apprise my friend, Ambler Jevons, of the facts and with him pursue an entirely independent inquiry.
Scarcely had I safely pocketed the little object I had picked up from where the murderer must have stood when the inspector went out upon the landing and called to the constable in the hall:
"Four-sixty-two, lock that door and come up here a moment."
"Yes, sir," answered a gruff voice from below, and in a few moments the constable entered, closing the door after him.
"How many times have you pa.s.sed this house on your beat to-night, four-sixty-two?" inquired the inspector.
"About eight, sir. My beat"s along the Richmond Road, from the Lion Gate down to the museum, and then around the back streets."
"Saw nothing?"
"I saw a man come out of this house hurriedly, soon after I came on duty. I was standing on the opposite side, under the wall of the Gardens. The lady what"s downstairs let him out and told him to fetch the doctor quickly."
"Ah! Short, the servant," I observed.
"Where is he?" asked the inspector, while the detective with the ready note-book scribbled down the name.
"He came to fetch me, and Miss Mivart has now sent him to fetch her sister. He was the first to make the discovery."
"Oh, was he?" exclaimed the detective-sergeant, with some suspicion.
"It"s rather a pity that he"s been sent out again. He might be able to tell us something."
"He"ll be back in an hour, I should think."
"Yes, but every hour is of consequence in a matter of this sort,"
remarked the sergeant. "Look here, Davidson," he added, turning to one of the plain-clothes men, "just go round to the station and send a wire to the Yard, asking for extra a.s.sistance. Give them a brief outline of the case. They"ll probably send down Franks or Moreland. If I"m not mistaken, there"s a good deal more in this mystery than meets the eye."
The man addressed obeyed promptly, and left.
"What do you know of the servants here?" asked the inspector of the constable.
"Not much, sir. Six-forty-eight walks out with the cook, I"ve heard.
She"s a respectable woman. Her father"s a lighterman at Kew Bridge. I know "em all here by sight, of course. But there"s nothing against them, to my knowledge, and I"ve been a constable in this sub-division for eighteen years."
"The man--what"s his name?--Short. Do you know him?"