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
“As he was trying to identify the house, his colleague came out on to
the doorstep and beckoned him in; and this was the story that he told.
He had recognized the house by the big lamp-standard; and as the place
was all dark, he had gone into the entry and tried the office door.
Finding it unlocked, he had entered the clerks’ office, lit the gas,
and tried the door of the private office, but found it locked. He
knocked at it, but getting no answer, had a good look round the
clerks’ office; and there, presently, on the floor in a dark corner,
he found a key. This he tried in the door of the private office, and
finding that it fitted, turned it and opened the door. As he did so,
the light from the outer office fell on the body of a man lying on the
floor just inside.
“A moment’s inspection showed that the man had been murdered--first
knocked on the head and then finished with a knife. Examination of the
pockets showed that the dead man was Harold Bonney, and also that no
robbery from the person seemed to have been committed. Nor was there
any sign of any other kind of robbery. Nothing seemed to have been
disturbed, and the safe had not been broken into, though that was not
very conclusive, as the safe key was in the dead man’s pocket.
However, a murder had been committed, and obviously Uyenishi was
either the murderer or an accessory; so Holt had, at once, rung up
Scotland Yard on the office telephone, giving all the particulars.
“I may say at once that Uyenishi disappeared completely and at once.
He never went to his lodgings at Limehouse, for the police were there
before he could have arrived. A lively hue and cry was kept up.
Photographs of the wanted man were posted outside every
police-station, and a watch was set at all the ports. But he was never
found. He must have got away at once on some outward-bound tramp from
the Thames. And there we will leave him for the moment.
“At first it was thought that nothing had been stolen, since the
managing clerk could not discover that anything was missing. But a few
days later the client returned from Paris, and presenting his receipt,
asked for his pearls. But the pearls had vanished. Clearly they had
been the object of the crime. The robbers must have known about them
and traced them to the office. Of course the safe had been opened with
its own key, which was then replaced in the dead man’s pocket.
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