Detective and mystery stories; Women journalists -- Fiction
“Yes, four men were killed instantly, a dozen were seriously injured and
are now in hospital.”
“Oh, my God--my God!” cried the old man, covering his face with his
hands, swaying from side to side in his chair like a man tortured with
agony and remorse. At last he lifted a face that had grown more pinched
and yellow within the last few minutes.
“I can tell you nothing,” he said, moistening his parched lips.
“You mean that you _will_ tell me nothing, for I see plainly that you
know everything.”
“I knew nothing of any explosion until you spoke of it. What have I to
do with the Treasury or the Government?”
“That is just what I want to know.”
“It is absurd. I am no conspirator, but a man of learning.”
“Then you have nothing to fear, Herr Seigfried. If you are innocent, why
are you so loth to give me any assistance in this matter?”
“It has nothing to do with me. I am a scientist--I am a scientist. All
I wish is to be left alone with my studies. I have nothing to do with
governments or newspapers, or anything belonging to them.”
Jennie sat tracing a pattern on the dusty floor with the point of her
parasol. She spoke very quietly:--
“The pencilled line which you drew on the map of Vienna passed through
the Treasury building; the centre of the circle was this garret. Why did
you draw that pencilled semi-circle? Why were you anxious that I should
not see you had done so? Why did you destroy the map?”
Professor Seigfried sat there looking at her with dropped jaw, but he
made no reply.
“If you will excuse my saying so,” the girl went on, “you are acting
very childishly. It is evident to me that you are no criminal, yet if
the Director of Police had been in my place he would have arrested you
long ago, and that merely because of your own foolish actions.”
“The map proved nothing,” he said at last, haltingly, “and besides, both
you and the Director will now have some difficulty in finding it.”
“That is further proof of your folly. The Director doesn’t need to find
it. I am here to testify that I saw the map, saw the curved line passing
through the Treasury, and saw you destroy what you thought was an
incriminating piece of evidence. It would be much better if you would
deal as frankly with me as I have done with you. Then I shall give you
the best advice I can--if my advice will be of any assistance to you.”
“Yes, and publish it to all the world.”
“It will have to be published to all the world in any case, for, if I
leave here without full knowledge, I will simply go to the police office
and there tell what I have learned in this room.”
“And if I do speak, you will still go to the Director of the Police and
tell him what you have discovered.”
“No, I give you my word that I will not.”
“What guarantee have I of that?” asked the old man suspiciously.
“No guarantee at all except my word!”
“Will you promise not to print in your paper what I tell you?”
“No, I cannot promise that!”
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