Bathurst, Anthony (Fictitious character) -- Fiction; Detective and mystery stories; England -- Fiction
“Not so ridiculous as it may appear upon the surface, Sir Matthew.
Please listen to what I have to say.” He waved the Lord Lieutenant of
Westhamptonshire to a seat again, for Mr. Bathurst had a way with him.
Sir Matthew obeyed the gesture but glowered at Mr. Bathurst as though
his suggestion had been completely unspeakable. Anthony took up his
recital again. “According to the evidence of Mr. E. Kingsley Stark,
the present manager of the Westhampton branch of the Mutual Bank, Miss
Delaney took the stone known as the ‘Peacock’s Eye’ out of the custody
of the bank on the morning of the day upon which she met her death.
There is therefore very good reason to believe that it travelled with
her to Seabourne. And very certainly it was not in her possession when
she was found dead in the dentist’s chair at Seabourne. A remarkable
chain of events, Sir Matthew, don’t you think?” Anthony watched him
warily. But Sir Matthew remained as he was—to all appearances bereft
of the power of speech. “Having told you so much of what I know I want
you to tell me more in return. Am I right in thinking that it lies in
your power to give me the true history of the ‘Peacock’s Eye’?” His
voice contained a note of quiet insistence.
The man addressed rose from his chair and paced the room—it might be
said belligerently. The situation as it had developed was novel for
him. He came to a decision suddenly. Taking a letter from his pocket
he referred to it in such a way that Anthony was irresistibly reminded
of a huge bird of prey.
“You state here, Mr. Bathurst”—he tapped the letter aggressively with
his bony forefinger—“that you are representing the Crown Prince Alexis
of Clorania in a matter of paramount delicacy.” Anthony bowed. “I
don’t quite see then how the devil that fact touches the ‘Seabourne
Mystery,’ and the death of Sheila Delaney—what has the one to do with
the other—tell me that?” He made his demand with all his old
fierceness.
“Candidly, I can’t, sir,” replied Anthony, “at the moment, that is.
But I hope to be able to do so when I get more data. That is why I
asked you to tell me the history of the ‘Peacock’s Eye.’ I have formed
the opinion that to know that will help me materially.”
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