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Superintendent Battle did not press the point.
âLord Caterham, I understand that this is what occurred yesterday. You met Prince Michael in town and journeyed down here in company with him. The Prince was accompanied by his valet, a Herzoslovakian named Boris Anchoukoff, but his equerry, Captain Andrassy, remained in town. The Prince, on arriving, declared himself greatly fatigued, and retired to the apartments set aside for him. Dinner was served to him there, and he did not meet the other members of the house party. Is that correct?â
âQuite correct.â
âThis morning a housemaid discovered the body at approximately 7.45 A.M. Dr. Cartwright examined the dead man and found that death was the result of a bullet fired from a revolver. No revolver was found, and no one in the house seems to have heard the shot. On the other hand the dead manâs wrist watch was smashed by the fall, and marks the crime as having been committed at exactly a quarter to twelve. Now what time did you retire to bed last night?â
âWe went early. Somehow or other the party didnât seem to âgoâ if you know what I mean, superintendent. We went up about half-past ten, I should say.â
âThank you. Now I will ask you, Lord Caterham, to give me a description of all the people staying in the house.â
âBut, excuse me, I thought the fellow who did it came from outside?â
Superintendent Battle smiled.
âI dare say he did. I dare say he did. But all the same Iâve got to know who was in the house. Matter of routine, you know.â
âWell, there was Prince Michael and his valet and Mr. Herman Isaacstein. You know all about them. Then there was Mr. Eversleighâââ
âWho works in my department,â put in George condescendingly.
âAnd who was acquainted with the real reason of Prince Michaelâs being here?â
âNo, I should not say that,â replied George weightily. âDoubtless he realized that something was in the wind, but I did not think it necessary to take him fully into my confidence.â
âI see. Will you go on, Lord Caterham?â
âLet me see, there was Mr. Hiram Fish.â
âWho is Mr. Hiram Fish?â
âMr. Fish is an American. He brought over a letter of introduction from Mr. Lucius Gottâyouâve heard of Lucius Gott?â
Superintendent Battle smiled acknowledgment. Who had not heard of Lucius C. Gott, the multi-millionaire?
âHe was specially anxious to see my first editions. Mr. Gottâs collection is, of course, unequalled, but Iâve got several treasures myself. This Mr. Fish was an enthusiast. Mr. Lomax had suggested that I ask one or two extra people down here this week-end to make things seem more natural, so I took the opportunity of asking Mr. Fish. That finishes the men. As for the ladies, there is only Mrs. Revelâand I expect she brought a maid or something like that. Then there was my daughter, and of course the children and their nurses and governesses and all the servants.â
Lord Caterham paused and took a breath.
âThank you,â said the detective. âA mere matter of routine, but necessary as such.â
âThere is no doubt, I suppose,â asked George ponderously, âthat the murderer entered by the window?â
Battle paused for a minute before replying slowly.
âThere were footsteps leading up to the window, and footsteps leading away from it. A car stopped outside the park at 11.40 last night. At twelve oâclock a young man arrived at the Jolly Cricketers in a car, and engaged a room. He put his boots outside to be cleanedâthey were very wet and muddy, as though he had been walking through the long grass in the park.â
George leant forward eagerly.
âCould not the boots be compared with the footprints?â
âThey were.â
âWell?â
âThey exactly correspond.â
âThat settles it,â cried George. âWe have the murderer. The young manâwhat is his name, by the way?â
âAt the inn he gave the name of Anthony Cade.â
âThis Anthony Cade must be pursued at once, and arrested.â
âYou wonât need to pursue him,â said Superintendent Battle.
âWhy?â
âBecause heâs still there.â
âWhat?â
âCurious, isnât it?â
Colonel Melrose eyed him keenly.
âWhatâs in your mind, Battle? Out with it.â
âI just say itâs curious, thatâs all. Hereâs a young man who ought to cut and run, but he doesnât cut and run. He stays here, and gives us every facility for comparing footmarks.â
âWhat do you think, then?â
âI donât know what to think. And thatâs a very disturbing state of mind.â
âDo you imagineâââ began Colonel Melrose, but broke off as a discreet knock came at the door.
George rose and went to it. Tredwell, inwardly suffering from having to knock at doors in this low fashion, stood dignified upon the threshold, and addressed his master.
âExcuse me, my lord, but a gentleman wishes to see you on urgent and important business, connected, I understand, with this morningâs tragedy.â
âWhatâs his name?â asked Battle suddenly.
âHis name, sir, is Mr. Anthony Cade, but he said it wouldnât convey anything to anybody.â
It seemed to convey something to the four men present. They all sat up in varying degrees of astonishment.
Lord Caterham began to chuckle.
âIâm really beginning to enjoy myself. Show him in, Tredwell. Show him in at once.â
Anthony Tells His Story
âMr. Anthony Cade,â announced Tredwell.
âEnter suspicious stranger from village inn,â said Anthony.
He made his way toward Lord Caterham with a kind of instinct rare in strangers. At the same time he summed up the other three men in his own mind thus: â1, Scotland Yard. 2, Local dignitaryâprobably chief constable. 3, Harassed gentleman on the verge of apoplexyâpossibly connected with the Government.â
âI must apologize,â continued Anthony, still addressing Lord Caterham. âFor forcing my way in like this, I mean. But it was rumoured round the Jolly Dog, or whatever the name of your local pub may be, that you had had a murder up here, and as I thought I might be able to throw some light upon it I came along.â
For a moment or two, no one spoke. Superintendent Battle because he was a man of ripe experience who knew how infinitely better it was to let every one else speak if they could be persuaded upon to do so, Colonel Melrose because he was habitually taciturn, George because he was in the habit of having notice given him of the question, Lord Caterham because he had not the least idea of what to say. The silence of the other three, however, and the fact that he had been directly addressed, finally forced speech upon the last named.
âErâquite soâquite so,â he said nervously. âWonâtâyouâerâsit down?â
âThank you,â said Anthony.
George cleared his throat portentously.
âErâwhen you say you can throw light upon this matter, you meanââ?â
âI mean,â said Anthony, âthat I was trespassing upon Lord Caterhamâs property (for which I hope he will forgive me) last night at about 11.45, and that I actually heard the shot fired. I can at any rate fix the time of the crime for you.â
He looked round at the three in turn, his eyes resting longest on Superintendent Battle, the impassivity of whose face he seemed to appreciate.
âBut I hardly think that thatâs news to you,â he added gently.
âMeaning by that, Mr. Cade?â asked Battle.
âJust this. I put on shoes when I got up this morning. Later, when I asked for my boots, I couldnât have them. Some nice young constable had called round for them. So I naturally put two and two together, and hurried up here to clear my character if possible.â
âA very sensible move,â said Battle non-committally.
Anthonyâs eyes twinkled a little.
âI appreciate your reticence, inspector. It is inspector, isnât it?â
Lord Caterham interposed. He was beginning to take a fancy to Anthony.
âSuperintendent Battle of Scotland Yard. This is Colonel Melrose, our Chief Constable, and Mr. Lomax.â
Anthony looked sharply at George.
âMr. George Lomax?â
âYes.â
âI think, Mr. Lomax,â said Anthony, âthat I had the pleasure of receiving a letter from you yesterday.â
George stared at him.
âI think not,â he said coldly.
But he wished that Miss Oscar were here. Miss Oscar wrote all his letters for him, and remembered who they were to and what they were about. A great man like George could not possibly remember all these annoying details.
âI think, Mr. Cade,â he hinted, âthat you were about to give us someâerâexplanation of what you were doing in the grounds last night at 11.45?â
His tone said plainly: âAnd whatever it may be, we are not likely to believe it.â
âYes, Mr. Cade, what were you doing?â said Lord Caterham, with lively interest.
âWell,â said Anthony regretfully. âIâm afraid itâs rather a long story.â
He drew out his cigarette case.
âMay I?â
Lord Caterham nodded, and Anthony lit a cigarette, and braced himself for the ordeal.
He was aware, none better, of the peril in which he stood. In the short space of twenty-four hours, he had become embroiled in two separate crimes. His actions in connection with the first would not bear looking into for a second. After deliberately disposing of one body, and so defeating the aims of justice, he had arrived upon the scene of the second crime at the exact moment when it was being committed. For a young man looking for trouble, he could hardly have done better.
âSouth America,â thought Anthony to himself, âsimply isnât in it with this!â
He had already decided upon his course of action. He was going to tell the truthâwith one trifling alteration, and one grave suppression.
âThe story begins,â said Anthony, âabout three weeks agoâin Bulawayo. Mr. Lomax, of course, knows where that isâoutpost of the EmpireââWhat do we know of England who only England know?â all that sort of thing. I was conversing with a friend of mine, a Mr. James McGrathââ
He brought out the name slowly, with a thoughtful eye on George. George bounded in his seat and repressed an exclamation with difficulty.
âThe upshot of our conversation was that I came to England to carry out a little commission for Mr. McGrath, who was unable to go himself. Since the passage was booked in his name, I travelled as James McGrath. I donât know what particular kind of offence that wasâthe superintendent can tell me, I dare say, and run me in for so many monthsâ hard if necessary.â
âWeâll get on with the story, if you please, sir,â said Battle, but his eyes twinkled a little.
âOn arrival in London I went to the Blitz Hotel, still as James McGrath. My business in London was to deliver a certain manuscript to a firm of publishers, but almost immediately I received deputations from the representatives of two political parties of a foreign kingdom. The methods of one were strictly constitutional, the methods of the other were not. I dealt with them both accordingly. But my troubles were not over. That night my room was broken into, and an attempt at burglary was made by one of the waiters at the hotel.â
âThat was not reported to the police, I think?â said Superintendent Battle.
âYou are right. It was not. Nothing was taken, you see. But I did report the occurrence to the manager of the hotel, and he will confirm my story, and tell you that the waiter in question decamped rather abruptly in the middle of the night. The next day, the publishers rang me up, and suggested that one of their representatives would call upon me and receive the manuscript. I agreed to this, and the arrangement was duly carried out on the following morning. Since I have heard nothing further, I presume the manuscript reached them safely. Yesterday, still as James McGrath, I received a letter from Mr. Lomaxâââ
Anthony paused. He was by now beginning to enjoy himself. George shifted uneasily.
âI remember,â he murmured. âSuch a large correspondence. The name, of course, being different, I could not be expected to know. And I may say,â Georgeâs voice rose a little, firm in the assurance of moral stability, âthat I consider thisâthisâmasquerading as another man in the highest degree improper. I have no
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