Christopher Quarles: College Professor and Master Detective — John Shaqi
Christopher Quarles: College Professor and Master DetectiveBrebner, Percy James
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Christopher Quarles: College Professor and Master Detective
Brebner, Percy James
College teachers -- Fiction; Detective and mystery stories
"At any rate, we have no reason to suppose that Jardine did know the
condition," I returned. "I do not believe he committed the murder, but
I am inclined to think he and Mrs. Harrison are accomplices."
"A theory--my method, Wigan. Very good, but by the handwriting on that
envelope you have tried to establish a connection between Jardine and
Mrs. Harrison, and have failed."
"At present," I said irritably.
"It is a pity that some of the old superstitions do not hold good,"
said Quarles, "or at least are without significance in these practical
days. You might have confronted Jardine with his victim, and the
wounds might have given evidence by bleeding afresh. I suppose you
haven't done this?"
"No, Jardine has not seen his aunt," I answered, still irritably.
The professor looked at Zena.
"It is curious the tragedy should happen while Dr. Hawes was away,"
Zena said. "What kind of man is his locum, Mr. Wigan?"
"Quite above suspicion," I answered.
"Ah, your question sets me theorizing, Zena," said Quarles, "and we
have got to watch Martha Wakeling, Wigan. Yes, I am going to help you,
and we'll start to-morrow morning."
We returned to the dining-room, and after a pleasant hour, during
which we appeared to forget that such a place as Wimbledon existed, I
left, far more of a lover than a detective.
Next morning Quarles called for me.
"We'll go to the stores first," he said. "I have a fancy to look at
the items in the list sent. There might be some drug which would make
Mrs. Jardine sleep more soundly."
"The list was not sent. I have it here."
"I mean the one sent in place of that," said the professor. "Of course
one was sent. People who are not in the habit of having much money in
the house would see that the store cupboard was replenished."
He was right. A list was shown to us, and I had some difficulty in not
showing signs of excitement. The writing was the same as that on the
envelope in Jardine's flat. It was peculiar writing, and I could swear
to it.
"I think we shall find that Martha Wakeling wrote that," said Quarles.
"If so, we establish a link between her and Jardine which neither of
them has mentioned."
"But since she would profit by the crime, why should she communicate
with him?"
"We are going to find out," he answered. "I presume you have not been
keeping any particular watch upon Martha Wakeling?"
"No."
"Has she mentioned what she intends to do when this affair is over?"
"I think she said she would go back to her old village somewhere in
Essex."
"Quite a rich woman, eh?" laughed Quarles. "But I doubt the statement
about her old village. She is more likely to go where she is not
known."
"You will change your opinion when you have talked to her."
"I hope to know all about her before I talk to her," Quarles
returned. "We are going to Wimbledon, but not to an interview yet."
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