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
“Possibly,” he replied. “But I could see none in front, where you
would expect to find them, and there seem to be none on the carpet.
Now let us replace the body as we found it and just have a look at our
material before the police arrive. I expected them here before this.”
We turned the body back into its original position, and taking the
research-case and the lamp, went into the dining-room. Here Thorndyke
rapidly set up the little travelling microscope, and bringing forth
the seed-envelopes, began to prepare slides from the contents of some
while I prepared the others. There was time only for a very hasty
examination, which Thorndyke made as soon as the specimens were
mounted.
“The clothing,” he reported, with his eye at the microscope, “is
woollen in both cases. Fairly good quality. The one a blue serge,
apparently indigo dyed; the other a mixture of black and white, no
other colour. Probably a fine tabby or a small shepherd’s plaid.”
“Serge coat and shepherd’s plaid trousers,” I suggested. “Now see what
the hairs are.” I handed him the slide, on which I had roughly mounted
the collection in oil of lavender, and he placed it on the stage.
“There are three different kinds of hairs here,” he reported, after a
rapid inspection. “Some are obviously from a cat--a smoky Persian.
Others are long, rather fine tawny hairs from a dog. Probably a
Pekinese. But there are two that I can’t quite place. They look like
monkey’s hairs, but they are a very unusual colour. There is a
perceptible greenish tint, which is extremely uncommon in mammalian
hairs. But I hear the taxi approaching. We need not be expansive to
the local police as to what we have observed. This will probably be a
case for the C.I.D.”
I went out into the hall and opened the door as Meade came up the
path, followed by two men; and as the latter came into the light, I
was astonished to recognize in one of them our old friend,
Detective-Superintendent Miller, the other being, apparently, the
station superintendent.
“We have kept Mr. Meade a long time,” said Miller, “but we knew you
were here, so the time wouldn’t be wasted. Thought it best to get a
full statement before we inspected the premises. How do, doctor,” he
added, shaking hands with Thorndyke. “Glad to see you here. I suppose
you have got all the facts. I understood so from Mr. Meade.”
“Yes,” replied Thorndyke, “we have all the antecedents of the case,
and we arrived within a few minutes of the death of the deceased.”
“Ha!” exclaimed Miller. “Did you? And I expect you have formed an
opinion on the question as to whether the injuries were
self-inflicted?”
“I think,” said Thorndyke, “that it would be best to act on the
assumption that they were not--and to act promptly.”
“Pre--cisely,” Miller agreed emphatically. “You mean that we had
better find out at once where a certain person was at--what time did
you arrive here?”
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