Detective and mystery stories; Murder -- Investigation -- Fiction; Police -- England -- Fiction
But more suspicious than that, Austin by his own showing had actually
taken a boat down the river on that night, and the hours of leaving
and returning were such that he would just have had time to reach the
Luce Manor boathouse, commit the murder, and return the boat to the
club. Of course, he had claimed to have an alibi for this period, but
alibis could be faked, and the very readiness and apparent
completeness of this seemed to Tanner slightly indicative of
prearrangement.
There was then the question of the oars. This also had a suspicious
look. At first Tanner had accepted without question the boatman’s
theory that the boat and oars had become separated in the upper
channel and had passed down to the falls through different arches of
the road bridge. Indeed, his own inspection of the place had led him
to the same conclusion. And this losing of the oars had seemed to
explain adequately enough how the accident happened.
But when it was shown that the affair was not an accident at all, the
matter of the oars took on a very different complexion. Evidently it
was part of the plant—deliberately arranged to create the very
impression it had produced. And Tanner now saw that the murderer had
overreached himself. Sir William might easily have lost one oar, but
he would not have let both go. And it was very unlikely, even if he
had dropped both, that they would have separated far enough from the
boat to have taken the other archway. Here again one might have done
so, but not both. No, Tanner was driven to the conclusion that the
boat must have been sent adrift close to the Luce Manor bank of the
river, while the oars were taken over to the opposite side in another
boat, and there thrown overboard. And Austin had had such a boat down
the river that night.
Lastly, and most suggestive of all was Austin’s start and look of
fear, when the Coroner had announced the adjournment of the inquest.
It was true he had accounted for his apprehension. An investigation
might bring up the question of the alibi in which, as he was unable to
prove its truth, no credence might be placed, leaving him in an
awkward position. But was this a satisfactory explanation? Were these
consequences not too remote to be seen with such immediate clearness
as to cause an actual start? Did it not involve too instantaneous a
perception of the facts? The Inspector thought so.
But he saw as he still smoked and pondered, that it was equally
possible that his whole conclusions were erroneous. Austin
unquestionably might be, as he pictured himself, the innocent victim
of the real murderer’s plant.
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