The Wooden Hand: A Detective Story — David Hume — John Shaqi
The Wooden Hand: A Detective Story
David Hume · en
The case was opened by Garrit, who detailed the facts and what
evidence he had gathered to support them. "The deceased gentleman,"
said Garrit, who was stout and short of breath, "came to Southampton
from South Africa at the beginning of August, a little over a week
ago. He had been in South Africa for five years. After stopping two
days at Southampton at the Ship Inn, the deceased had come to London
and had taken up his quarters in the Guelph Hotel, Jermyn Street. He
went to the theatres, paid visits to his tailors for a new outfit, and
called also on his lawyer, Mr. Mask, who would give evidence. On
Wednesday last, the deceased wired from London that he would be down
at eight o'clock on Thursday evening. The wire was sent to Miss
Strode, and was taken from the hotel by the porter who sent it, from
the St. James's telegraph office."
"Why are you so precise about this telegram?" asked the coroner.
"I shall explain later, sir," panted Garrit, wiping his face, for it
was hot in the coffee room. "Well then, gentlemen of the jury, the
deceased changed his mind, as I learned from inquiries at the hotel.
He came down on Wednesday evening instead of Thursday, and arrived at
the Westhaven station at six-thirty."
"That was the train he intended to come by on Thursday?" asked a
juryman.
"Certainly. He changed the day but not the train."
"Didn't he send another wire to Miss Strode notifying his change of
plan?"
"No. He sent no wire saying he would be down on Wednesday. Perhaps
he desired to give Miss Strode a pleasant surprise. At all
events, Miss Strode did not expect him till Thursday night at
eight. She will give evidence to that effect. Well, gentlemen of
the jury, the deceased arrived at Westhaven by the six-thirty
train on Wednesday, consequent on his change of plan. He left the
greater part of his luggage at the Guelph Hotel, and came only
with a small bag, from which it would seem that he intended to
stop only for the night. As the bag was easily carried, Mr.
Strode decided to walk over----"
"But if he arrived by the six-thirty he would not get to the
cottage at eight," said a juryman.
"No. I can't say why he walked--it's ten miles. A quick walker
could do the distance in two hours, but Mr. Strode not being so
young as he was, was not a quick walker. At all events, he
walked. A porter who offered to take his bag, and was snubbed,
was the last person who saw him."
"Didn't any one see him on the road to Wargrove?"