The Stowmarket Mystery; Or, A Legacy of HateTracy, Louis
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The Stowmarket Mystery; Or, A Legacy of Hate
Tracy, Louis
Detective and mystery stories
"I am most unfeignedly glad to give you the opportunity. Winter, suppose,
some time to-morrow, you were told that the body of Reginald Brett, Esq.,
barrister-at-law, and a well-known amateur investigator of crime, had been
picked up shortly after midnight in the Kennington district, whilst the
medical evidence showed that death was caused by a fractured skull, the
result of a fall, there being no other marks of violence on the person,
what would you have thought?"
"It all depends upon the additional facts that came to light."
"I will tell them to you. You were aware that I had quitted the hotel,
because you called there?"
"Yes."
"Whom did you see?"
"Mr. David. He said that you were angry with Mrs. Capella, for no earthly
reason that he could make out. He further informed me that she had
followed you when you left the room, and had not returned, being
presumably in her own apartment."
"Anything further?"
"Mr. Hume asked Miss Layton to go and see if Mrs. Capella had retired for
the night. Miss Layton came back, looking rather scared, with the
information that Mrs. Capella had dressed and gone out. After a little
further talk we came to the conclusion that you were both together. Was
that so?"
Brett had commenced his cross-examination with the intention of humorously
proving to Winter that he (the detective) would suspect the wrong person
of committing the imagined murder. Now he straightened himself, and
continued in deadly earnest:
"When did you leave the hotel?"
"About 10.15."
"Had not Mrs. Capella returned?"
"Not a sign of her. Miss Layton was alarmed, both the men furious, Mr.
Robert particularly so. I did not see any use in remaining there; thought,
in fact, I ought to obey orders and await you here, so here I am."
The barrister scribbled on a card: "Is Mrs. C. at home?" He rang for
Smith, and said:
"Take a cab to Mr. Hume's hotel. Give him that card, and bring me the
answer. If you and the cabman must have a drink together, kindly defer the
function until after your return."
Smith took such jibes in good part. He knew full well that to attempt to
argue with his master would produce a list of previous convictions.
Then Brett proceeded to amaze Winter in his turn, giving him a full, true,
and complete history of events since his parting from Mrs. Capella in the
corridor.
He had barely finished the recital when Smith returned with a note:
"Yes; she came in at 10.45, and has since retired for the night.
She says that her head ached, that she wanted to be alone, and
went for a long walk. Seemed rather to resent our anxiety. Helen
and I will be glad when we are all safely away from London. D.H."
The barrister pondered over this communication for a long time.
"I fear," he said at last, "that I came away from Middle Street a few
minutes too soon. To tell the truth, I was in an abject state of fear.
Next time I meet Mr. Frazer the Third I will be ready for him."
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