"You really don"t know the lady"s name, I suppose?"
Fenley hesitated a fraction of a second.
"Yes, I do know it, though I withheld the information this morning,"
he replied. "But, I ask you, is it quite fair to make me a witness against my brother?"
"Some one must explain Mr. Robert"s movements, and, since he declines the task, I look to you," was the straightforward answer.
"She is a Mrs. Lisle," said Fenley, after another pause--a calculated pause this time.
"Have you visited your City office today?"
"I went straight there from The Towers. I told you I was going there.
What object could I have in deceiving you?"
"None that I can see, Mr. Fenley. But I have been wondering if any new light has been shed on the motive which might have led to the crime.
Have you examined Mr. Mortimer Fenley"s papers, for instance? There may be doc.u.ments, letters, memoranda secreted in some private drawer or dispatch case."
The other shook his head. He appeared not to resent the detective"s tone. It seemed as if regret for the morning"s lack of confidence had rendered him apologetic.
"No," he said. "I have not had time yet to go through my father"s papers. This afternoon I was taken up wholly with business. You see, Mr. Winter, I can not allow my personal suffering to cost other men thousands of pounds, and that must be the outcome if certain undertakings now in hand are not completed. But my father was most methodical, and his affairs are sure to be thoroughly in order. Within the next few days, when I have time to make a proper search, I"ll do it. Meanwhile, I can practically a.s.sure you that he had no reason to antic.i.p.ate anything in the nature of a personal attack from any quarter whatsoever."
"Do you care to discuss your brother"s extraordinary behavior?"
"In what respect?"
"Well, he virtually bolted from Roxton today, though I had warned him that his presence was imperative."
"My brother is self-willed and impetuous, and he was dreadfully shocked at finding his father dead."
"Did he tell you he meant returning to London at once?"
"No. When I came downstairs, after the distressing scene with Mrs.
Fenley, he had gone."
The Superintendent was aware already that he was dealing with a man cast in no ordinary mold, but he did not expect this continued meekness. Ninety-nine people out of a hundred would have grown restive under such cross-examination, and betrayed their annoyance by word or look; not so Hilton Fenley, who behaved as if it were the most natural thing in the world that he should be tracked to his friends" residence and made to explain his comings and goings during the day. Swayed by a subconscious desire to nettle his victim into protest, Winter tried a new tack.
"I suppose, Mr. Fenley, you have seen your father"s solicitors today?"
he said suddenly.
"If you mean that question in the ordinary sense, I must tell you that my father employed no firm of solicitors for family purposes. Of course, at one time or another, he has availed himself of the services of nearly every leading firm of lawyers in the City, but each transaction was complete in itself. For instance, his will is a holograph will, if that is what you are hinting at. He told me its provisions at the time it was signed and witnessed, and I shall surely find it in his private safe at the office."
"You have not looked for it today?"
"No. Why should I?"
Feeling distinctly nonplussed, for there was no denying that Fenley had chosen the best possible way of carrying off a delicate situation, Winter turned, walked slowly to a window and gazed down into the street. He was perturbed, almost irritated, by a novel sense of failure not often a.s.sociated with the day"s work. He had to confess now that he had made no material stride in an inquiry the solution of which did not seem, at the outset, to offer any abnormal difficulty.
True, there were circ.u.mstances which might serve to incriminate Robert Fenley; but if that young man were really responsible for the crime, he was what "the Yard" cla.s.ses privately as a monumental idiot, since his subsequent conduct was well calculated to arouse the suspicion which the instinct of self-preservation would try to avert. A long experience of the methods of criminals warned Winter of the folly of jumping at conclusions, but he would be slow to admit and hard to be convinced that Robert Fenley took any active part in his father"s murder.
Of course, it was not with a view toward indulging in a reverie that he approached the window. He was setting a simple trap, into which many a man and woman had fallen. Any one of moderately strong character can control face and eyes when the need of such discipline is urgent, but howsoever impregnable the mask, the strain of wearing it is felt, and relief shows itself in an unguarded moment. At the farther end of the room there was a mirror above the fireplace, and as he turned his back on Fenley, by a hardly perceptible inclination of his head he could catch the reflection of his companion"s face.
The maneuver succeeded, but its result was negative. Hilton Fenley"s eyes were downcast. He had lifted a hand to his chin in one of those nervous gestures which had been so noticeable during the morning"s tumult. His face wore an expression of deep thought. Indeed, he might be weighing each word he had heard and uttered, and calculating its effect on his own fortunes.
Still obeying that unworthy instinct which bade him sting Fenley into defiance, Winter tossed a question over his shoulder.
"May I have a word with Miss Garth?" he said suddenly.
"Why?" was the calm answer.
"Just to settle that telephone incident once and for all."
"But if you imagine it might not have been Miss Garth who made the call, why are you here?"
Then the detective laughed. His wonted air of cheerful good humor smoothed the wrinkles from his forehead. He was beaten, completely discomfited, and he might as well confess it and betake himself to some quarter where a likelier trail could be followed.
"True," he said affably. "I need not bother the young lady. Perhaps you will make my excuses and tell her that I ran you to earth in Gloucester Mansions merely to save time. By the way, I led the youth at the call office to believe that I was searching for an undersized Polish Jewess, all nose and gold earrings, a description which hardly applies to Miss Garth. And one last question--do you return to Roxton tonight?"
"Within the hour."
So Winter descended the stone stairs a second time, a prey to a feeling of failure. What had he gained by his impetuous actions? He had ascertained that Hilton Fenley was on terms of close intimacy with a pretty girl and her mother. Nothing very remarkable in that. He had secured a Paris address and the number of a baggage registration label. But similar information might be gleaned from a hundred thousand boxes and portmanteaux in London that day. He had been told that Mortimer Fenley had made a holograph will. Such procedure was by no means rare. Millions sterling have been disposed of on half sheets of note paper. Even his Majesty"s judges have written similar wills, and blundered, with the result that a brother learned in the law has had to decide what the testator really meant. He wondered whether or not Mortimer Fenley had committed some technical error, such as the common one of creating a trust without appointing trustees. That would be seen in due course, when the will was probated.
At any rate, he grinned at his own expense.
"The only individual who has scored today," he said to himself, "is John Christopher Drake, alias Giovanni Maselli. I must keep mum about him. By gad, I believe I"ve compounded a felony!"
But because he had not scored inside Gloucester Mansions there was no valid reason why he should not accomplish something in their immediate neighborhood. For instance, who and what were the Garths, mother and daughter? He looked in on a well-known dramatic agent, and raised the point. Reference to a ledger showed that Eileen Garth, age eighteen, tall, good-looking, no previous experience, had been a candidate for musical comedy, London engagement alone accepted; the almost certain sequel being that she had kept her name six months on the books without an offer to secure her valuable services.
"I remember the girl well," said the agent. "She had the makings of a coryphee, but lacked training. She could sing a little, so I advised her to take dancing lessons. I believe she began them, with a teacher I recommended, but I"ve seen nothing of her for a year or more."
"Again has Giovanni filled the bill," mused Winter as he made for his office. "I wish now I had curbed my impulsiveness and kept away from Gloucester Mansions--the second time, anyhow."
Though chastened in spirit, the fact that no news of any sort awaited him at Scotland Yard, did not help to restore his customary poise.
"Dash it all!" he growled. "I"m losing grip. The next thing I"ll hear is that Sheldon is enjoying himself at Earl"s Court and that Furneaux has gone fishing."
Restless and ill at ease, he decided to ring up The Towers, Roxton. A footman answered the telephone, and announced that Mr. Furneaux had "just come in."
"h.e.l.lo, Charles," said Winter, when a thin voice squeaked along the line. "Any luck?"
"Superb!"
"Good! I"ve drawn blanks, regular round O"s, except three probably useless addresses."
"Addresses are never useless, friend. The mere knowing of a number in a street picks out that street from all the other streets where one knows no numbers."
"Tell me things, you rat, if conditions permit."