Walker of the Secret ServicePost, Melville Davisson
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Walker of the Secret Service
Post, Melville Davisson
Secret service -- Fiction
“Why he was killed!” repeated the man in the chair.
“Yes, precisely the reason. One must credit even a common thief with
some intelligence. No one uselessly adds the crime of murder to a
lesser crime. Masked assassins wholly unknown to the decedent would
have gagged and bound him. It would have answered their purpose as
well. But not the purpose of a known, unmasked assassin. Safety for
him lay only in the banker’s death.”
The attorney added:
“That death was so unavoidably necessary—to cover the identity of
the assassin—that the evidences of an accidental death were arranged
with elaborate care. Is it not true?”
The witness had been twisting his feet about; his face uncertain.
Now it took on a dogged look.
“It’s true that the thing was a slick job.”
The attorney took one step toward the witness. “Now, Mr. Barkman,”
he said, “can you tell me why assassins who had so carefully staged
this tragedy to appear accidental should leave behind them two
handkerchiefs, with eye-holes cut in them, thrust carelessly into a
vase on a table? They might be found, and that discovery would, at
once, negative the theory of accidental death.”
“They wanted to get rid of the masks.”
“But if they wore no masks? Is it not inconceivable that they would
have placed them there to jeopardize all that they had so carefully
planned?”
The witness was watching the attorney, the dogged look deepening in
his face.
“If they didn’t wear masks, of course they wouldn’t have put them
there—it would have been a fool thing.”
The attorney moved out closer to the witness. The point, as one
might say, of his voice seemed to sharpen.
“Now, Mr. Barkman, if these masks were not put into the vase on the
table by the assassins, then they were put there by somebody else;
and if they were not put there on the night of the robbery, they
were put there later; and if they were put there by some one later,
it was one who had access to the house later; and if they were put
there by one having access to the house after it was established the
banker did not die from a natural cause, then they were put there to
deceive.”
He paused, and his final sentence descended like a hammer:
“And the deception in presenting false evidence of _two_ men would
consist in the fact that but _one_ man had, in fact, accomplished
the crime.”
The prosecuting attorney was on his feet.
“Your honor,” he said, “this is all built up on the theory that the
assassins did not wear masks. There is no evidence to support such a
theory. The handkerchiefs that the assassins took off of their faces
and hid in the vase are here in the case for everybody to see.”
The attorney for the prisoners put out his hand and took up the two
polka-dot handkerchiefs which were lying on the table before him.
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