The entrance to the Herapath estate office was in an archway which led to one of the inner squares of the great buildings. When the car stopped at it, Selwood saw that there were police within the open doorway. One of them, an inspector, came forward, looking dubiously at Peggie Wynne. Selwood hastened out of the car and made for him.
Im Mr. Herapaths secretaryMr. Selwood, he said, drawing the inspector out of earshot. Is anything seriously wrong?better tell me before Miss Wynne hears. He isntdead?
The inspector gave him a warning look.
Thats it, sir, he answered in a low voice. Found dead by the caretaker in his private office. And its hereMr. Selwood, its either suicide or murder. Thats flat!
Selwood got his two companions inside the building and into a waiting-room. Peggie turned on him at once.
I see you know, she said. Tell me at once what it is. Dont be afraid, Mr. SelwoodIm not likely to faint nor to go into hysterics. Neither is Mr. Tertius. Tell usis it the worst?
Yes, said Selwood. It is.
He is dead? she asked in a low voice. You are sure? Dead?
Selwood bent his head by way of answer; when he looked up again the girl had bent hers, but she quickly lifted it, and except that she had grown pale, she showed no outward sign of shock or emotion. As for Mr. Tertius, he, too, was calmand it was he who first broke the silence.
How was it? he asked. A seizure?
Selwood hesitated. Then, seeing that he had to deal with two people who were obviously in full control of themselves, he decided to tell the truth.
Im afraid you must be prepared to hear some unpleasant news, he said, with a glance at the inspector, who just then quietly entered the room. The police say it is either a case of suicide or of murder.
Peggie looked sharply from Selwood to the police official, and a sudden flush of colour flamed into her cheeks.
Suicide? she exclaimed. Never! Murder? That may be. Tell me what you have found, she went on eagerly. Dont keep things back!dont you see I want to know?
The inspector closed the door and came nearer to where the three were standing.
Perhaps Id better tell you what we do know, he said. Our station was rung up by the caretaker here at five minutes past eight. He said Mr. Herapath had just been found lying on the floor of his private room, and they were sure something was wrong, and would we come round. I came myself with one of our plain-clothes men who happened to be in, and our surgeon followed us a few minutes later. We found Mr. Herapath lying across the hearthrug in his private room, quite dead. Close by He paused and looked dubiously at Peggie. The details are not pleasant, he said meaningly. Shall I omit them?
No! answered Peggie with decision. Please omit nothing. Tell us all.
There was a revolver lying close by Mr. Herapaths right hand, continued the inspector. One chamber had been discharged. Mr. Herapath had been shot through the right temple, evidently at close quarters. I should sayand our surgeon sayshe had died instantly. AndI think thats all I need say just now.
Peggie, who had listened to this with unmoved countenance, involuntarily stepped towards the door.
Let us go to him, she said. I suppose hes still here?
But there Selwood, just as involuntarily, asserted an uncontrollable instinct. He put himself between the door and the girl.
No! he said firmly, wondering at himself for his insistence. Dont! Theres no need for thatyet. You mustnt go. Mr. Tertius
Better not just yet, miss, broke in the inspector. The doctor is still here. Afterwards, perhaps. If you would wait here while these gentlemen go with me.
Peggie hesitated a moment; then she turned away and sat down.
Very well, she said.
The inspector silently motioned the two men to follow him; with his hand on the door Selwood turned again to Peggie.
You will stay here? he said. You wont follow us?
I shall stay here, she answered. Stop a minutetheres one thing that should be thought of. My cousin Barthorpe
Mr. Barthorpe Herapath has been sent for, misshell be here presently, replied the inspector. The caretakers telephoned to him. Now gentlemen.
He led the way along a corridor to a room with which Selwood was familiar enoughan apartment of some size which Jacob Herapath used as a business office and kept sacred to himself and his secretary. When he was in it no one ever entered that room except at Herapaths bidding; now there were strangers in it who had come there unbidden, and Herapath lay in their midst, silent for ever. They had laid the lifeless body on a couch, and Selwood and Mr. Tertius bent over it for a moment before they turned to the other men in the room. The dead face was calm enough; there was no trace of sudden fear on it, no signs of surprise or anger or violent passion.
If youll look here, gentlemen, said the police-inspector, motioning them towards the broad hearthrug. This is how things werenothing had been touched when we arrived. He was lying from there to herehed evidently slipped down and sideways out of that chair, and had fallen across the rug. The revolver was lying a few inches from his right hand. Here it is.
He pulled open a drawer as he spoke and produced a revolver which he carefully handled as he showed it to Selwood and Mr. Tertius.
Have either of you gentlemen ever seen that before? he asked. I meando you recognize it as having belonged tohim? You dont? Never seen it before, either of you? Well, of course he might have kept a revolver in his private desk or in his safe, and nobody would have known. We shall have to make an exhaustive search and see if we can find any cartridges or anything. However, thats what we foundand, as I said before, one chamber had been discharged. The doctor here says the revolver had been fired at close quarters.
Mr. Tertius, who had watched and listened with marked attention, turned to the police surgeon.
The wound may have been self-inflicted? he asked.
From the position of the body, and of the revolver, there is strong presumption that it was, replied the doctor.
Yetit may not have been? suggested Mr. Tertius, mildly.
The doctor shrugged his shoulders. It was easy to see what his own opinion was.
It may not have beenas you say, he answered. But if he was shot by some other personmurdered, that isthe murderer must have been standing either close at his side, or immediately behind him. Of this I am certainhe was sitting in that chair, at his desk, when the shot was fired.
Andwhat would the immediate effect be? asked Mr. Tertius.
He would probably start violently, make as if to rise, drop forward against the desk and graduallybut quicklysubside to the floor in the position in which he was found, replied the doctor. As he fell he would relinquish his grip on the revolverit is invariably a tight grip in these casesand it would falljust where it was found.
Still, there is nothing to disprove the theory that the revolver may have been placedwhere it was found? suggested Mr. Tertius.
Oh, certainly it may have been placed there! said the doctor, with another shrug of the shoulders. A cool and calculating murderer may have placed it there, of course.
Just so, agreed Mr. Tertius. He remained silently gazing at the hearthrug for a while; then he turned to the doctor again. Now, how long do you think Mr. Herapath had been dead when you were called to the body? he asked.
Andwhat would the immediate effect be? asked Mr. Tertius.
He would probably start violently, make as if to rise, drop forward against the desk and graduallybut quicklysubside to the floor in the position in which he was found, replied the doctor. As he fell he would relinquish his grip on the revolverit is invariably a tight grip in these casesand it would falljust where it was found.
Still, there is nothing to disprove the theory that the revolver may have been placedwhere it was found? suggested Mr. Tertius.
Oh, certainly it may have been placed there! said the doctor, with another shrug of the shoulders. A cool and calculating murderer may have placed it there, of course.
Just so, agreed Mr. Tertius. He remained silently gazing at the hearthrug for a while; then he turned to the doctor again. Now, how long do you think Mr. Herapath had been dead when you were called to the body? he asked.
Quite eight hours, answered the doctor promptly.
Eight hours! exclaimed Mr. Tertius. And you first saw him at
A quarter past eight, said the doctor. I should say he died just about midnight.
Midnight! murmured Mr. Tertius. Midnight? Then
Before he could say more, a policeman, stationed in the corridor outside, opened the door of the room, and glancing at his inspector, announced the arrival of Mr. Barthorpe Herapath.
CHAPTER III
BARTHORPE TAKES CHARGE
The man who strode into the room as the policeman threw the door open for him immediately made two distinct impressions on the inspector and the doctor, neither of whom had ever seen him before. The first was that he instantly conveyed a sense of alert coolness and self-possession; the second that, allowing for differences of age, he was singularly like the dead man who lay in their midst. Both were tall, well-made men; both were clean-shaven; both were much alike as to feature and appearance. Apart from the fact that Jacob Herapath was a man of sixty and grey-haired, and his nephew one of thirty to thirty-five and dark-haired, they were very much alikethe same mould of nose, mouth, and chin, the same strength of form. The doctor noted this resemblance particularly, and he involuntarily glanced from the living to the dead.
Barthorpe Herapath bent over his dead uncle for no more than a minute. His face was impassive, almost stern as he turned to the others. He nodded slightly to Mr. Tertius and to Selwood; then he gave his attention to the officials.
Yes? he said inquiringly and yet with a certain tone of command. Now tell me all you know of this.
He stood listening silently, with concentrated attention, as the inspector put him in possession of the facts already known. He made no comment, asked no questions, until the inspector had finished; then he turned to Selwood, almost pointedly ignoring Mr. Tertius.
What is known of this in Portman Square, Mr. Selwood? he inquired. Tell me, briefly.
Selwood, who had only met Barthorpe Herapath once or twice, and who had formed an instinctive and peculiar dislike to him, for which he could not account, accepted the invitation to be brief. In a few words he told exactly what had happened at Jacob Herapaths house.
My cousin is here, then? exclaimed Barthorpe.
Miss Wynne is in the larger waiting-room down the corridor, replied Selwood.
I will go to her in a minute, said Barthorpe. Now, inspector, there are certain things to be done at once. There will, of course, have to be an inquestyour people must give immediate notice to the coroner. Thenthe bodythat must be properly attended tothat, too, you will see about. Before you go away yourself, I want you to join me in collecting all the evidence we can get on the spot. You have one of your detective staff here?good. Now, have you searchedhim?
The inspector drew open a drawer in the front desk which occupied the centre of the room, and pointed to some articles which lay within.
Everything that we found upon him is in there, he answered. You see there is not muchwatch and chain, pocket articles, a purse, some loose money, a pocket-book, a cigar-casethats all. One matter I should have expected to find, we didnt find.
Whats that? asked Barthorpe quickly.
Keys, answered the inspector. We found no keys on himnot even a latch-key. Yet he must have let himself in here, and I understand from the caretaker that he must have unlocked this door after hed entered by the outer one.
Barthorpe made no immediate answer beyond a murmur of perplexity.
Strange, he said after a pause, during which he bent over the open drawer. However, thats one of the things to be gone into. Close that drawer, lock it up, and for the present keep the key yourselfyou and I will examine the contents later. Now for these immediate inquiries. Mr. Selwood, will you please telephone at once to Portman Square and tell Kitteridge to send Mountain, the coachman, hereinstantly. Tell Kitteridge to come with him. Inspector, will you see to this arrangement we spoke of, and also tell the caretaker that we shall want him presently? Now I will go to my cousin.
He strode off, still alert, composed, almost bustling in his demeanour, to the waiting-room in which they had left Peggiea moment later, Selwood, following him down the corridor, saw him enter and close the door. And Selwood cursed himself for a fool for hating to think that these two should be closeted together, for disliking the notion that Barthorpe Herapath was Peggie Wynnes cousinand now, probably, her guardian protector. For during those three weeks in which he had been Jacob Herapaths secretary, Selwood had seen a good deal of his employers niece, and he was already well over the verge of falling in love with her, and was furious with himself for daring to think of a girl who was surely one of the richest heiresses in London. He was angry with himself, too, for disliking Barthorpe, for he was inclined to cultivate common-sense, and common-sense coldly reminded him that he did not know Barthorpe Herapath well enough to either like or dislike him.
Half an hour passedaffairs suggestive of the tragedy of the night went on in the Herapath Estate Office. Two women in the garb of professional nurses came quietly, and passed into the room where Herapath lay dead. A man arrayed in dismal black came after them, summoned by the police who were busy at the telephone as soon as Selwood had finished with it. Selwood himself, having summoned Kitteridge and Mountain, hung about, waiting. He heard the police talking in undertones of clues and theories, and of a coroners inquest, and the like; now and then he looked curiously at Mr. Tertius, who had taken a seat in the hall and was apparently wrapped in meditation. And still Barthorpe Herapath remained closeted with Peggie Wynne.
A taxi drove up and deposited the butler and the coachman at the door. Selwood motioned them inside.
Mr. Barthorpe Herapath wants both of you, he said curtly. I suppose he will ask for you presently.
Kitteridge let out an anxious inquiry.
The master, sir? he exclaimed. Is
Good heavens! muttered Selwood. Iof course, you dont know. Mr. Herapath is dead.
The two servants started and stared at each other. Before either could speak Barthorpe Herapath suddenly emerged from the waiting-room and looked round the hall. He beckoned to the inspector, who was talking in low tones with the detective, at a little distance.
Now, inspector, he said, will you and your officer come in? And the caretakerand you, Kitteridge, and you, Mountain. Mr. Selwood, will you come in, too?