Detective and mystery stories; England -- Fiction; Murder -- Fiction; Secret service -- Fiction
"Two hours later Antonio discovered upon the stairs leading up to the
drawing-room a curious little gold and enamel charm in the form of a
child's old-fashioned wooden doll--a beautifully-made little thing," he
went on; "and half an hour later a maid, while cleaning the boudoir
outside the locked door giving entrance to the laboratory, was surprised
to find a small spot of blood upon the white goat-skin mat. This seems
to have aroused Antonio's apprehensions. A telegram to the Professor at
the North British Hotel in Edinburgh, sent by his daughter, brought,
about three o'clock in the afternoon, a reply stating that he was quite
well, and it was not until seven o'clock last evening that Ethelwynn
communicated with me, her father having suggested this in the note she
had received. I called upon her at once, and was shown the note, the
little golden doll, and the ugly stain upon the mat. By then my
curiosity became aroused. I went out to a telephone at a neighbouring
public-house, and, unknown to anybody, got on to the reception clerk at
the North British Hotel in Edinburgh. In answer to my inquiry, the
young lady said that during the day a telegram had arrived addressed to
Professor Greer, and it had been placed upon the board where telegrams
were exhibited. Somebody had claimed it, but no one of the name was
staying in the hotel."
"You have now said that the Professor was your friend," I remarked. "I
understood you to say that he was an enemy."
"I'll explain that later," said my companion impatiently, drawing hard
at his pipe. "Let me continue to describe the situation. Well, on
hearing this from Edinburgh, I drove to King's Cross, and, somewhat to
my surprise, found that Professor Greer had left London by the train he
had intended. The sleeping-car attendant who had travelled with him up
North was just back, and he minutely described his passenger, referring
to the fact that he refused to have an early cup of tea, because tea had
been forbidden by his doctor."
"A perplexing situation," I said. "How did you account for the
bloodstain? Had any of the servants met with an accident?"
"No, none. Neither dog, nor cat, nor any other pet was kept, therefore
the stain upon the mat was unaccountable. It was that fact which caused
me, greatly against Miss Ethelwynn's consent, to seek a locksmith and
take down the two locked doors of the laboratory."
And he paused, gazing once more straight into the flames, with a curious
expression in those deep-set brown eyes.
"And what did you find?" I eagerly inquired.
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