Detective and mystery stories; Murder -- Investigation -- Fiction; Police -- England -- Fiction
‘I’ll start some inquiries that may lead to something.’
‘Oh, come now, Inspector, don’t be so infernally close. You might
tell me what you’ve got in your mind, for I can see you have
something.’
Burnley laughed.
‘Oh, well,’ he said, ‘I don’t mind. I’ll tell you what I found; you
see what you make of it.
‘First, I found your coach-house padlock had been forced with a
lever. There was nothing of the kind lying about, therefore whatever
theory we adopt must account for this lever’s production and
disposal. It may quite likely bear marks corresponding to those on
the padlock, which evidence might be valuable.
‘I then found that your visitor had arrived at the yard gate with a
vehicle and had climbed the wall with the aid of a very peculiar
ladder. He had, presumably, opened the gate and, after loading up the
cask and drawing his vehicle out on to the drive, had closed the
gate, leaving by the same means. There is evidence to show that he
lifted the ladder over after him, probably pulling it up by a cord.
‘I have said the ladder was a peculiar one. Here is a sketch of its
shape so far as I could learn it. You will see that it is short and
wide with the ends shaped differently.
‘I may remind you, in passing, how easy it would have been to load up
the cask in spite of its weight. All that was necessary was to back
the vehicle under it and lower out the differential pulley, a thing a
man could do with one hand.
‘I examined the drive, but could find nothing except at one place
where there was a most interesting pair of footmarks. You must really
see these for yourself, and if you will stroll down now I will point
them out. There is reason to believe they were made by Watty when he
was approaching the house with the dray, but I cannot be positive as
yet.
‘I then examined the lane and found in three places other footmarks
by the same man. Finally, about 200 yards along the main road to the
north, I found wheel marks leading into a grass field beside which he
had walked.
‘Now, Mr. Felix, put all these things together. You will find them
suggestive, but the footmarks on the drive are very nearly
conclusive.’
They had by this time reached the marks.
‘Here we are,’ said Burnley. ‘What do you think of these?’
‘I don’t see anything very remarkable about them.’
‘Look again.’
Felix shook his head.
‘See here, Mr. Felix. Stand out here on the gravel and put your right
foot in line with this first print. Right. Now take a step forward as
if you were walking to the house. Right. Does anything occur to you
now?’
‘I can’t say that it does, unless it is that I have taken a very much
longer step.’
‘But your step was of normal length.’
‘Well then, conversely, the unknown must have taken a short one.’
‘But did he? Assume it was Watty, as I think it must have been. You
were with him and you saw him walking.’
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