Detective and mystery stories; Murder -- Investigation -- Fiction; Police -- England -- Fiction
‘I admit that too,’ he said sorrowfully. ‘I most bitterly regret it,
but I must admit it. I do not want to make any excuses for that, but
here again the facts are not quite so black as they look. When I had
been out there about thirty years I got a longing for the old country.
I had made a little money in the States, and I left my job and came
over to England. I was afraid to go back to Gateshead, so I looked
around and took that cottage in Devonshire. Then one day in London I
met Ponson—I didn’t know he had a handle to his name then. He
recognised me, and there was a scene. I thought he would have killed
me in the street. Then I got him into a bar, and we took a private
room and had it out. I understood he had a right to have a down on me
for deserting Ethel, but at first I couldn’t understand why he was so
absolutely mad. Then I learnt. I hadn’t known what had happened to
Ethel, for I was too much afraid of arousing suspicion as to who I
was, to go back to Gateshead or make any inquiries. He threatened me
so wildly I got afraid for my life, and then I saw how I could turn
the tables on him. I told him that so far from me being in his power,
he was in mine. I told him I would make the affair public myself, and
that if I could be punished I would take it, and he could have the
scandal. He blustered at first, then gradually he saw his position,
and then he crawled. He offered to make the thing a business
proposition. He would pay for my silence. He pressed his offer on me,
and I accepted it at last. And I have at least kept my word. Not a
whisper of the affair has passed my lips. But I admit taking the
money. I was very hard up, and it meant a lot to me. You don’t
understand, gentlemen, how much a few pounds means to a poor man. And
with all his thousands he didn’t miss it. Not any more than you would
miss a penny if you dropped it. I took it and I admit I pressed him
for more.’
‘Was that what you went to the Luce Manor boathouse for on the night
of the murder?’
Chief Inspector Edgar moved suddenly.
‘Come, Tanner, that won’t do,’ he advised, and then to Dale: ‘You
needn’t answer that unless you like.’
Dale hesitated. To the others it seemed as if he was on the verge of a
confession. Then he bowed to Edgar.
‘Thank you,’ he said. ‘I had perhaps better consult my solicitor
first.’
Tanner looked annoyed, but he controlled himself and again addressed
the prisoner.
‘Then you don’t wish to make any statement?’
‘No. Not at present, at any rate.’
Tanner nodded and rang his bell. The same sergeant re-entered and
signed to Dale to follow him. Then, including the whole party in a
slight bow, the latter rose from his chair and the two men left the
room.
The silence which fell when the door was closed lasted a full thirty
seconds, and then Daunt broke it.
‘Well, Inspector, this has been very interesting, but I’m hanged if I
can make head or tail of it. Maybe you’d explain to Miss Drew and me
what it’s all about.’
Chief Inspector Edgar rose.
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