Detective and mystery stories; Murder -- Investigation -- Fiction; Police -- England -- Fiction
‘Opening the cask again, I put in £52 10s. in English gold, to
correspond with my slip. I hoped that, if the police got hold of the
cask, they would assume that Felix had put in this money in order to
strengthen his story that the cask had been sent to him. I put in
sovereigns instead of French gold with the intention of making this
theory more likely, as I hoped it would be argued that Felix in his
agitation had overreached himself, and forgotten from what country
the cask was supposed to be coming.
‘Calling François, I told him I had unpacked the statue, and when
Messrs. Dupierre sent for the cask he was to give it to them. Then,
informing him that I would be from home for a couple of nights, I
left next morning by the early train for London.
‘On the Monday I had purchased a false beard and arranged to get
myself up to resemble Felix, and I wore this disguise all the time
till my return. I brought with me on the journey the portmanteau
containing my wife’s clothes, and, on board the boat, from a quiet
place on the lower deck, slipped these articles overboard without
being observed. On arrival in London I arranged with a carting firm
to carry about the cask on the next two days, as you already know. I
then went out to St. Malo, Felix’s house, which I found after some
judicious inquiries. A careful reconnoitre showed me it was
unoccupied. I tried round the windows and had the luck to find one
unhasped. Opening it, I crept into the house and went to the study.
There by the light of an electric torch I carefully inked over the
tracing I had made of the forged letter ordering the cask, and
blotted it on Felix’s pad. This, I felt sure, would be found, and
would seem to prove that he had written the order.
‘I had foreseen that it would be argued that Felix must be innocent
because not only would he have no motive to murder my wife, but also
he would naturally be the last man in the world to do such a thing.
It was necessary for me, therefore, to provide a motive. For this
purpose I had written a letter purporting to be from a girl whom
Felix had wronged. Having crumpled this letter I put it into the side
pocket of one of Felix’s coats. I hoped this would be found, and that
it would be argued that my wife had got hold of it and that there had
been a quarrel which led to her death. Crumpling it was to suggest
Felix had snatched it from her, thrust it into his pocket and
forgotten it.
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