Detective and mystery stories; Murder -- Investigation -- Fiction; Police -- England -- Fiction
‘I’m only telling you the truth, sir; that’s the way it was. I
thought I’d try and find out what part of the house Felix slept in
and if there were others about, so as to see what chances there’d be
of getting the dray up again without being heard, so I hid it in a
field as you know, and went up the lane. I don’t think I would have
done anything only for Felix going away and saying the house was
empty. Then it came over me so strongly how easy everything would be
with the coast clear and the cask swinging in the chain blocks. The
temptation was too strong for me, and I went back and got in as you
said. I suppose you must have been there all the time watching me?’
The Inspector did not reply, and Palmer went on:--
‘It happened that for some time I had been going to change my house.
There was an empty one close by I thought would suit. I’d got the key
on Saturday and looked over it on Sunday. The key was still in my
pocket, for I hadn’t had time to return it.
‘I intended to drive the dray down the lane behind this house and get
the cask off it, then run round and get in from the front, open the
yard door, roll the cask in, lock up again and return the dray to the
yard. I would make an excuse with the landlord to keep the key for a
day or two till I could get the money out of Felix.
‘Well, sir, I drove down the lane to the back of the house, and then
a thing happened that I’d never foreseen. I couldn’t get the cask
down. It was too heavy. I put my shoulder to it, and tried my utmost
to get it over on its side, but I couldn’t budge it.
‘I worked till the sweat was running down me, using anything I could
find for a lever, but it was no good, it wouldn’t move. I went over
all my friends in my mind to see if there was any one I could get to
help, but there was no one close by that I thought would come in, and
I was afraid to put myself in any one’s power that I wasn’t sure of.
I believed Jim would be all right, but he lived two miles away and I
did not want to go for him for I was late enough as it was.
‘In the end I could think of no other way, and I locked the house and
drove the dray to Jim’s. Here I met with another disappointment. Jim
had gone out about an hour before, and his wife didn’t know where he
was or when he’d be in.
‘I cursed my luck. I was ten times more anxious now to get rid of the
cask than I had been before to get hold of it. And then I thought I
saw a way out. I would drive back to the yard, leave the cask there
on the dray all night, get hold of Jim early in the morning, and with
his help take the cask back to the empty house. If any questions were
asked I would say Felix had given me instructions to leave it
overnight in the yard and deliver it next morning to a certain
address. I should hand over ten shillings and say he had sent this
for the job.
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