The Red Lodge: A Mystery of Campden HillBridges, Victor
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The Red Lodge: A Mystery of Campden Hill
Bridges, Victor
Detective and mystery stories; Murder -- Investigation -- Fiction
Mr. Medwin bowed, his close-set eyes travelling swiftly over the
other occupants of the room.
"Good morning," he said, in that peculiarly suave voice of his. "May
I inquire what all this signifies?"
"Professor Carter has been murdered."
Marsden's answer came with startling bluntness, and there could be no
question as to the effect that it produced. An expression of
incredulous amazement flashed across the big man's face, and for a
moment he stood gripping his hat and staring blankly at the speaker.
"Murdered?" he exclaimed at last. "Impossible! There must be some
mistake."
"It's not the sort of thing that lends itself to mistakes," returned
the detective.
Mr. Medwin drew in a long breath, and Colin, who was watching
intently, saw that he was making a tremendous effort to recover his
self-control.
"I think I had better sit down for a moment," he said slowly.
He moved forward, and, laying his hat on the corner of the table,
sank into the vacant chair from which Marsden had just arisen.
"You must excuse me," he continued. "I feel half stunned at this
appalling news. The Professor was one of my most valued friends."
He moistened his lips and glanced up suddenly at the detective.
"When did it happen?" he demanded.
"Last night," was the reply, "or, to be more exact, about a quarter
to one this morning."
"Why wasn't I sent for before?"
Marsden stroked his moustache, and eyed the other with a kind of
dispassionate interest.
"Well, Mr. Medwin, I appreciate the importance of your testimony, but
as I happen to be responsible for this case you must permit me to
conduct my investigation in the way that I consider best."
Instead of betraying any resentment at the snub, the solicitor merely
nodded.
"Quite so," he assented readily. "Your first step would naturally be
to go into all the circumstances of the murder, and I was forgetting
for a moment what a great deal of work it must have entailed." He
paused. "Have you made any discoveries?" he asked. "Anything that
could possibly be described as a clue?"
"Several," replied Marsden. "But I think it will save time if I give
you the full details straight away. There are several peculiar
features about the affair, and it's not much use discussing them
until you are in possession of the facts."
Mr. Medwin folded his arms.
"Just exactly as you prefer," he remarked. "Please consider me
entirely at your service."
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