Detective and mystery stories; London (England) -- Fiction; Murder -- Investigation -- Fiction
In the first place, Shawe did not see how he could enter Madame
Coralie's shop and ask questions from the woman and her assistants;
yet, if he wished to learn anything, it was absolutely necessary to do
so. Madame Coralie herself would certainly refuse to answer any
questions, since Shawe was not an accredited agent of the police.
Moreover, for obvious reasons connected with business, she wished the
murder to be relegated to the list of undiscovered crimes. The trail
assuredly started at the Pink Shop, as Audrey had stated; but if he
could not find anyone likely to give him a clue to the beginning of
things, Ralph disconsolately considered--and very sensibly--that there
would be little chance of success. It was at this point of his
meditations that he thought of Perry Toat.
It was a good idea, as she was the very person he required for
this especial purpose. Peronella Toat--called Perry for business
purposes--was a woman-detective with whom he had come into contact
over a divorce case. It was mainly owing to her shadowing of the
guilty couple that the petitioner had obtained his freedom, and the
judge had complimented Miss Toat on the way in which she had managed
the business. Moreover, as she was a woman, she would easily be able
to penetrate into a shop entirely devoted to the needs of women, and
once within those sacred walls might be able to learn what was
necessary in the way of clues.
"I shall write to her at once," Shawe said to himself, and drew
writing materials towards him. "She's a clever little woman, and I
daresay can cajole or force Madame Coralie into answering what
questions are necessary to be put; but I'm hanged if I can see where,
or how, she's going to start."
His letter brought Miss Toat next day to his chambers at ten o'clock,
before he started for the Courts. She was an undersized, colourless
little woman, with a white face and drab-hued hair. Her mouth was
firm, with thin, pale lips, and her eyes were of a sharp grey, almost
steely in their glitter. Quietly arrayed in a tailor-made costume, she
looked very businesslike, and her crisp, decisive manner showed that
she knew the value of time. In silence she listened to Shawe's
exposition of the case. "It's a difficult mystery to unravel," she
said, when he had finished.
"Where's the mystery?" asked Ralph, somewhat surprised. "The murder
was no doubt committed for the sake of the diamonds. The motive is
clear."
"How did the assassin know that Lady Branwin had jewels with her?"
asked Perry Toat, fixing her pale eyes on his face "How did he know
the position of the room in which she slept, and how did he gain
admission into the court?"
"I can answer that last question," said Shawe, easily. "He gained
admission into the court by means of a skeleton key, which is now in
the possession of the police. Inspector Lanton has it, I believe."
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