Detective and mystery stories; England -- Fiction; Murder -- Investigation -- Fiction
"In the first place, we think that the young man was the person who
admitted the women into the house. So far we agree with our
contemporary. We say 'women,' because we believe there were two
people, the victim and another woman. These two women came to the
house either in the company of the young man or by themselves. In any
case, he admitted them, since, however he obtained it, he alone
possessed the latch-key, and was thus enabled to enter the deserted
house. Once in the White Room, and the victim lured to the
piano--again we agree--she was murdered. The two assassins--for both
the man and the woman are equally guilty, though we are not prepared
to say who actually struck the blow--then watched their opportunity to
escape. It is a marvel that they should have remained three hours in
the house, perhaps in the room, after the crime was committed. They
arrived unseen along with their victim, so it is natural to think that
they would have escaped from the house as soon as possible, positive
that they would not be suspected. But guilt makes cowards of every
one, and it made cowards of these two. They waited in the room,
watching the gradual desertion of Achilles Avenue. About eleven they
decided to venture. Then the policeman appears. Doubtless to save
appearances, the woman sang. The man looking out, went away to lure
the policeman. He did so, and then the woman escaped. She saw Mr.
Tracey's motor-car standing unwatched at a gate, and forthwith used it
to fly, fearful lest she should be followed. If she went straight to
Charing Cross she must have arrived about half-past eleven. In the
crowd in the yard on a Saturday night, with cabs and other vehicles
coming and going, she would easily be able to draw up her car in a
quiet corner. No one seems to have noticed her, and women driving
motors is such a common spectacle now that no one would remark on the
circumstance. We think that the woman then entered the station and
left London. She may have escaped to the continent; she may have gone
merely to a suburb. At all events, all trace of her is lost, and the
deserted car was noted some hours later.
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