“I could have shot you in your own house, and then turned the weapon
upon myself. In any case I am to die very shortly, and I much prefer
death at my own hands and under my own control to the anxious waiting
for the uncertain hand of nature. It would have been the easiest way,
perhaps, but it was not in accordance with the methods which I had so
carefully developed. How much more fitting it would be that you should
die in Praed Street, that your death should be the culminating point
in the history of the murders in Praed Street! I believed that it
could be done, and I set myself to work out the details.
“The police, as you are aware, have rather lost interest in you and
me. The discovery of the knife in Mr. Copperdock’s coat pocket seems
finally to have convinced them that the secret died with him, and,
whatever the secret might have been, no further murders were to be
anticipated. Detectives are busy people, they have no time to spare
for academic research. I am sure that they are convinced that no
actual danger menaces either Dr. Priestley or Mr. Ludgrove, although
both of them are known to have received numbered counters. They were
not likely to interfere with my schemes.
“You are aware of the steps which I took to bring you here. Had you
refused to accompany me this evening, I should have shot you outright
in your own study. But I knew that you would not refuse. The solution
of the mystery had become a point of honour with you, and, besides,
you had a message for me which I was sure that you would be glad of
the opportunity to deliver. Surely you would not have hesitated to
give the innocent Mr. Ludgrove the Black Sailor’s message, Dr.
Priestley?”
The Professor forced a smile. “I had intended to do so, but—he died,
to use your own expression, before I had the opportunity.”
“Yes, that was unfortunate,” agreed the Black Sailor pleasantly. “But
still, the fact that you had the message to deliver served its
purpose. It was an added inducement to you to accept my invitation.
And, by carefully emphasizing the possible danger which lurked in
Praed Street, I worked upon your pride. You would not have refused to
come with me, after that. And I told you the truth, I had revelations
to make which I knew would interest you, and I think you have not been
disappointed.”
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