Detective and mystery stories; Murder -- Investigation -- Fiction
"Penn told me much when I was taking him for that flight in which I
said I would throw him overboard unless he confessed. Then I was taken
to the headquarters of your society in London, and again smelt the
perfume. I believed that Queen Beelzebub was Mrs. Jarsell, and was
astonished when I found Miss Armour played that part. Penn's
confession was not all destroyed, and my friend Laurance has by this
time shown what remains of it to the police."
"And the telegram which Curberry received?" demanded Queen Beelzebub.
"Laurance sent that in vague terms so as to frighten Curberry. It did,
and he committed suicide after declaring to me that he murdered Penn
by your damned orders, Miss Armour. Then----"
"Thank you, we know the rest," she said in a quiet tone, which was
infinitely sinister in its suggestion; "you followed me in the
aeroplane, and smashed us both up."
"He broke my machines, the two of them," said a hoarse voice of wrath,
and Dan looked sideways to see Vincent glaring at him furiously.
"Well, you have fallen into your own trap," said Queen Beelzebub,
savagely. "I caught you, and I hold you, and, after we have had a
conference as to how you will be tortured, you will expiate your
crimes."
"Crimes," echoed Dan; "that's a nice way to put the matter. I have
done a service to the State by ridding the world of all you devils.
You can't escape hanging, not one of you," and he looked defiantly
round the room.
"We shall all escape," said Queen Beelzebub, quietly; "those who think
that they will not have no trust in me." She rose and stretched out
her arms. "I have never failed you; never, never. I shall not fail you
now. I swear that not a single one of you will suffer on the gallows."
Apparently her sway over the society was great, and they believed that
she could accomplish even impossibilities, for the faces of all
cleared as if by magic. The look of dread, the expression of terror
disappeared, and there only remained an uneasy feeling, as though none
felt themselves quite safe until Queen Beelzebub performed her
promise. For his part, Dan believed that the woman was lying, as he
could not see how any could win free of the net which was even now
being cast over the house.
"You are a set of fools, as well as a pack of wolves," cried the young
man, in a vehement manner; "the police know too much for you to escape
them. My friend Laurance will lead them here; he knows this house; you
are safely trapped, say what that woman will. Thieves, rogues, liars,
murderers----"
"Lawyers, doctors, actors, soldiers," scoffed Queen Beelzebub; "they
all belong to the Society of Flies and you can see them here, Mr.
Halliday. Some of those ladies are in society; some are in shops; some
are married, and others are not. But both men and women have acted for
the good of the society, which I have founded, to give each and
everyone what he or she desires."
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