The magic casketFreeman, R. Austin (Richard Austin)
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The magic casket
Freeman, R. Austin (Richard Austin)
Detective and mystery stories, English; Short stories, English; Thorndyke, Doctor (Fictitious character) -- Fiction
“Yes,” he said, “I think you are right. They are very indistinct, but
the marks are grouped like fingers. The small mark near the wrist
suggests a little finger, and the separate one near the knuckle looks
like a fore-finger, while the remaining two marks are close together.”
He turned the hand over and continued: “And there, in the palm, just
between the roots of the third and fourth fingers, seems to be the
trace of a thumb. But they are all very faint. You have a quick eye,
inspector.”
The gratified officer, thus encouraged, resumed his explorations among
the debris in company with the watchman--the fireman had retired after
a professional look round--leaving Thorndyke to continue his
examination of the mutilated corpse, at which I looked on
unsympathetically. For we had had a long day and I was tired and
longing to get home. At length I drew out my watch, and with a
portentous yawn, entered a mild protest.
“It is nearly two o’clock,” said I. “Don’t you think we had better be
getting on? This really isn’t any concern of ours, and there doesn’t
seem to be anything in it, from our point of view.”
“Only that we are keeping our intellectual joints supple,” Thorndyke
replied with a smile. “But it _is_ getting late. Perhaps we had better
adjourn the inquiry.”
At this moment, however, the inspector discovered the missing
forearm--completely charred--with the fingerless remains of the hand,
and almost immediately afterwards the watchman picked up a dental
plate of some white metal, which seemed to be practically uninjured.
But our brief inspection of these objects elicited nothing of
interest, and having glanced at them, we took our departure, avoiding
on the stairs an eager reporter, all agog for “copy.”
A few days later we received a visit, by appointment from a Mr.
Herdman, a solicitor who was unknown to us and who was accompanied by
the widow of Mr. James Manford, the victim of the explosion. In the
interval the inquest had been opened but had been adjourned for
further examination of the premises and the remains. No mention had
been made of our visit to the building, and so far as I knew nothing
had been said to anybody on the subject.
Mr. Herdman came to the point with business-like directness.
“I have called,” he said, “to secure your services, if possible, in
regard to the matter of which I spoke in my letter. You have probably
seen an account of the disaster in the papers?”
“Yes,” replied Thorndyke. “I read the report of the inquest.”
“Then you know the principal facts. The inquest, as you know, was
adjourned for three weeks. When it is resumed, I should like to retain
you to attend on behalf of Mrs. Manford.”
“To watch the case on her behalf?” Thorndyke suggested.
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