American fiction -- 20th century; Short stories, American
“I dare say those possibilities were thrashed out at the time,” the
governor replied; “but the only woman in this case is Avery’s wife,
and she and Reynolds had never met. I have found nothing to sustain
any suspicion that there was a woman in the case. Avery’s ostensible
purpose in asking Reynolds to visit him at that out-of-the-way place
was merely that they could discuss the combination of their quarry
interests privately, and close to Avery’s plant. It seems that Avery
had undertaken the organization of a big company to take over a
number of quarries whose product was similar, and that he wished to
confer secretly with Reynolds to secure his sanction to a selling
agreement before the others he wanted to get into the combination
heard of it. That, of course, is perfectly plausible; I could make a
good argument justifying that. Reynolds, like many small capitalists
in country towns, had a number of irons in the fire and had done
some promoting on his own hook. All the financial genius and all the
financial crookedness aren’t confined to Wall Street, though I forget
that sometimes when I’m on the stump! I’m disposed to think from what
I’ve learned of both of them that Avery wasn’t likely to put anything
over on Reynolds, who was no child in business matters. And there
was nothing to show that Avery had got him down there for any other
purpose than to effect a merger of quarry interests for their mutual
benefit.”
“There probably were papers to substantiate that,” suggested Fullerton;
“correspondence and that sort of thing.”
“Certainly; I have gone into that,” the governor replied. “All the
papers remain in the office of the prosecuting attorney, and I have
examined them carefully. Now, if Avery had been able to throw suspicion
on some one else you’d think he’d have done so. And if there had been a
third person at the bungalow that night you’d imagine that Avery would
have said so; it’s not in human nature for one man to take the blame
for another’s crime, and yet we do hear of such things, and I have read
novels and seen plays built upon that idea. But here is Avery with
fifteen years more to serve, and, if he’s been bearing the burden and
suffering the penalty of another’s sin, I must say that he’s taking it
all in an amazing spirit of self-sacrifice.”
“Of course,” said Fullerton, “Reynolds may have had an enemy who
followed him there and lay in wait for him. Or Avery may have connived
at the crime without being really the assailant. That is conceivable.”
“We’ll change the subject for a moment,” said the governor, “and return
to our muttons later.”
He spoke in a low tone to Burgess, who looked at his watch and answered
audibly:
“We have half an hour more.”
The governor nodded and, with a whimsical smile, began turning over the
tablets.
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