"What an unlicked cub! And they wanted to marry that girl to him!"
"It sha"n"t be done, James," said Furneaux.
"I actually lost my temper," puffed the other.
"Tell you what! Let"s put the Inspector on to him. Tell the local sleuths half what we know, and they"ll run him in like a shot."
"Pooh! He"s all talk. Tomlinson is right. The neurotic Hilton has more nerve in his little finger than that dolt in the whole of his body."
"What did you think of his boots?"
"I shall be surprised if they don"t fit those footprints exactly."
"They will. The left heel is evenly worn, but the right bears on the outer edge. Let"s cool our fevered brows under the greenwood tree till this hea.r.s.e is out of the way."
The butler, who had asked the undertaker"s a.s.sistants to suspend operations when Robert Fenley arrived, now appeared at the door and signaled the men that they were free to proceed with their work. The detectives strolled into the wood, and soon were bending over some curious blotchy marks which somehow suggested the pa.s.sage of a pad-footed animal rather than a human being. Bates, of course, would have noted them had he not been on the alert for footprints alone, but they had stared at Winter and Furneaux from the instant their regularity became apparent. They represented a stride considerably shorter than the average length of a man"s pace, and were strongly marked when the surface was spongy enough to receive an impression.
Except, however, in the slight hollow already described, the ground was so dry that traces of every sort were lost. In the vicinity of the rock, too, the only marks left were the scratches in the moss adhering to the steep sides of the bowlder itself.
"What do you make of "em, Charles?" inquired Winter, when both had puzzled for some minutes over the uncommon signs.
"Some one has thought out the footprint as a clue pretty thoroughly,"
said Furneaux. "He not only took care to leave a working model of one set, but was extremely anxious not to provide any data as to his own tootsies, so he fastened a bundle of rags under each boot, and walked like a cat on walnut sh.e.l.ls."
Winter nodded.
"When we find the gun, too--it"s somewhere in this wood--you"ll see that the fingerprints won"t help," he replied thoughtfully. "The man who remembered to safeguard his feet would not forget his hands. We"re up against a tough proposition, young fellow-me-lad."
"Your way of thinking reminds me of Herbert Spencer"s reason for not learning Latin grammar as a youth," grinned Furneaux.
"It would be a pity to spoil one of your high-cla.s.s jokes; so what was the reason?"
"He refused to accept any statement unaccompanied by proof. The agreement of an adjective with its noun displeased him, because an arbitrary rule merely said it was so."
"An ingenious excuse for not learning a lesson, but I don"t see----"
"Consider. Mortimer Fenley was shot dead at nine thirty this morning, and the bullet which killed him came from the neighborhood of the rock above our heads. One shot was fired. It was so certain, so true of aim, that the murderer made sure of hitting him--at a fairly long range, too. How many men were there in Roxton and Easton this morning--was there even one woman?--capable of sighting a rifle with such calm confidence of success? Mind you, Fenley had to be killed dead. No bungling. A severe wound from which he might recover would not meet the case at all. Again, how many rifles are there in the united parishes of Roxton and Easton of the type which fires expanding bullets?"
"Of course, those vital facts narrow down the field, but Hilton Fenley was unquestionably in the house."
Furneaux cackled shrilly.
"You"re in Herbert"s cla.s.s, Charles," he cried, delighted at having trapped his big friend.
"Pardon me, gentlemen," said a voice from among the leaves, "but I thought you might like to know that Mr. Robert Fenley is starting off again on his motor bike."
Even as Police Constable Farrow spoke they heard the loud snorting of an exhaust, marking the initial efforts of a motor bicycle"s engine to get under way. In a few seconds came the rhythmic beat of the machine as it gathered speed; the two men looked at each other and laughed.
"Master Robert defies the majesty of the law," said Winter dryly.
"Perhaps, taking one consideration with another, it"s the best thing he could have done."
"He is almost bound to enter London by the Edgware Road," said Furneaux instantly.
"Just so. I noticed the make and number of his machine. A plain-clothes man on an ordinary bicycle can follow him easily from Brondesbury onwards. Time him, and get on the telephone while I keep Hilton in talk. If we"re mistaken we"ll ring up Brondesbury again."
Winter was curtly official in tone when Hilton Fenley came downstairs at his request.
"Why did your brother rush off in such an extraordinary hurry?" he asked.
"How can I tell you?" was the reply, given offhandedly, as if the matter was of no importance. "He comes and goes without consulting my wishes, I a.s.sure you."
"But I requested him to meet me here at this very hour. There are questions he has to answer, and it would have been best in his own interests had he not shirked them."
"I agree with you fully. I hadn"t the least notion he meant going until I looked out on hearing the bicycle, and saw him racing down the avenue."
"Do you think, sir, he is making for London?"
"I suppose so. That is where he came from. He says he heard of his father"s death through the newspapers, and it would not surprise me in the least if I did not see him again until after the funeral."
"Thank you, sir. I"m sorry I bothered you, but I imagined or hoped he had given you some explanation. His conduct calls for it."
The Superintendent"s manner had gradually become more suave. He realized that these Fenleys were queer folk. Like the Pharisee, "they were not as other men," but whether the difference between them and the ordinary mortal arose from pride or folly or fear it was hard to say.
Hilton Fenley smiled wanly.
"Bob is adopting the supposed tactics of the ostrich when pursued," he said.
"But no one is pursuing him."
"I am speaking metaphorically, of course. He is in distress, and hides behind the first bush. He has no moral force--never had. Physically he doesn"t know what fear is, but the specters of the mind loom large in his eyes. And now, Superintendent, I am just on the point of leaving for London. I shall return about six thirty. Do you remain?"
"No, sir. I shall return to town almost immediately. Mr. Furneaux will stop here. Can he have a bedroom in the house?"
"Certainly. Tomlinson will look after him. You are not going cityward, I suppose?"
"No, sir. But if you care to have a seat in my car----"
"No, thanks. The train is quicker and takes me direct to London Bridge. Much obliged."
Fenley hurried to the cloakroom, which was situated under the stairs, but on a lower level than the hall. The telephone box was placed there, and Furneaux emerged as the other ran down a few steps. The little man hailed him cheerfully.
"I suppose, now," he said, "that hot headed brother of yours thinks he has dodged Scotland Yard till it suits his convenience to be interviewed. Strange how people insist on regarding us as novices in our own particular line. Now you wouldn"t make that mistake, sir."
"What mistake? I wouldn"t run away, if that is what you mean."
"I"m sure of that, sir. But Mr. Robert has committed the additional folly, from his point of view, of letting us know why he was so desperately anxious to get back to London."
"But he didn"t say a word!"
"Ah, words, idle words!