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
"Is he really so like the others that he might be mistaken for one of
them?"
"In a sense, yes. He has the same figure, general conformation, and
features. But in other respects he is utterly different. Have you ever
seen a great actor in the role of Mephistopheles?"
"I don't remember. My favourite villain was Barry Sullivan as Richard
III."
Brett laughed hysterically.
"Let me speak more plainly. You have, no doubt, a vague picture in your
mind of a certain gentleman of the highest descent who is popularly
credited with the possession of horns, hoofs, and a barbed tail?"
"I've heard of him."
"Very well. You will see someone very like him, minus the adornments
aforesaid, when you set eyes on the principal occupant of 37 Middle
Street."
Winter slowly assimilated this description. Then he inquired:
"Why did you say just now that you came away from Middle Street a few
minutes too soon?"
"Where did Mrs. Capella go when she left the hotel?"
"If she went to visit the man you met, then she is acting in collision
with her brother's murderer, and she knows it."
"That is a hard thing to say, Winter."
"It is a harder thing to credit, sir; but one cannot reject all evidence,
merely because it happens to be straightforward and not hypothetical."
"Winter, you are sneering at me."
"No; I am only trying to make you admit the tendency of facts discovered
by yourself. There is a period in all criminal investigation when
deductive reasoning becomes inductive."
"Now I have got you," cried Brett "I thought I recognised the source of
your new-born philosophy in the first postulate. The second convinces me.
You have been reading 'The Murders in the Rue Morgue.'"
"The book is in my pocket," admitted Winter.
"I recommend you to transfer it to your head. It should be issued
departmentally as a supplement to the Police Code. But let us waste no
more time. To-morrow we have much to accomplish."
"I am all attention."
"In the first place, Mrs. Capella is leaving London for the North. She
must not be regarded in our operations. The woman is weighted with a
secret. I am sorry for her. I prefer to allow events as supplied by others
to unravel the skein. Secondly, Jiro and his wife, and all who visit them,
or whom they visit, must be watched incessantly. Get all the force
required for this operation in its fullest sense. You, with one trusted
associate, must keep a close eye on No. 37 Middle Street. On no account
obtrude yourself personally into affairs there. Rather miss twenty
opportunities than scare that man by one false move. Do you understand me
thoroughly?"
"I am to see and not be seen. If I cannot do the one without the other, I
must do neither."
"Exactly. What a holiday you are having! You will return to the Yard with
an expanded brain. When you buy a new hat you will be astounded and
gratified. But beware of the fate of the frog in the fable. He inflated
himself until he emulated the size of the bull."
"And then?"
"Oh, then he burst."
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