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Inasmuch as I was a member of the audience to-night at a private theatrical9 performance and Anthony Bathurst was playing lead for the company (amateur of course) that was entertaining us, I had no opportunity for conversation with him, but I am certain that had I had this opportunity, I should have found that his brain had lost none of its cunning and that his uncanny gifts for deduction10, inference, and intuition, were unimpaired. These powers allied11 to a masterly memory for detail and to an unusual athleticism12 of body, separated him from the majority—wherever he was, he always counted—one acknowledged instinctively13 his mental supremacy—he was a personality always and everywhere. A tall, lithe14 body with that poised15 balance of movement that betrays the able player of all ball games, his clean-cut, clean-shaven face carried a mobile, sensitive mouth and grey eyes. Remarkable16 eyes that seemed to apprehend17 and absorb at a sweep every detail about you that was worth apprehending18. A man’s man, and, at the same time, a ladies’ man. For when he chose, he was hard to resist, I assure you. Such, eight years ago, was Anthony Lotherington Bathurst, and such had he promised to be from comparative immaturity19, for he had been with me at Uppingham, and afterwards at Oxford20.
Which latter fact goes to the prime reason of my being at Considine Manor21 in the last week of July of the year of the tragedy.
At Oxford we had both grown very pally with Jack22 Considine, eldest23 son of Sir Charles Considine, of Considine Manor, Sussex, and although Bathurst had to a certain extent fallen away from the closest relations of the friendship, Jack and I were bosom24 companions, and it became my custom each year, when the ’Varsity came down, to spend a week at Considine Manor, and to take part in Sir Charles’ Cricket Week. For I was a fairly useful member, and had been on the fringe of the ’Varsity Eleven; indeed many excellent judges were of the opinion that Prescott, who had been given the last place, was an inferior man. But of that, more later.
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Bathurst never took his ’Varsity cricket seriously enough. Had he done so he would probably have skippered England—he’s the kind that distinguishes whatever he sets his hand to—but it was cricket that took me to Considine Manor, and it was cricket that took both Prescott and Bathurst—but not in the same direction.
Sir Charles that year was particularly anxious to have a good team—which got Prescott his invitation. An invitation that he had certainly not lingered over accepting. For he had met Mary Considine at Twickenham the previous autumn, and had improved upon that acquaintanceship at Lords’ in the first week of July. Mary was the third and youngest child, Jack coming between her and her sister, Helen, who had married a Captain Arkwright—a big, bluff25 Dragoon. Now whatever Prescott’s feelings may have been towards Mary, I had no idea then, what hers were to him. Decidedly, I have no idea now; I can only surmise26. But Mary Considine with her birth, her breeding and her beauty was a peach of peaches. She had grace, she had charm, and a pair of heavy-lashed, Parma violet eyes that sent all a man’s good resolutions to the four winds of heaven and to my mind at least, it was something like presumption27 on Prescott’s part to lift his eyes to her. Still that was only my opinion. As I said, what encouragement he received I have little knowledge of.
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The Cricket Week passed off comparatively uneventfully. The first three one-day games—I forget whom against, except one against the “Incogs”—were relatively28 unimportant. That is, to Sir Charles! His pièce de résistance was always kept for the Thursday and Friday, the last two days of the week. Then came the hardy29 annual—Sir Charles Considine’s Eleven, versus30 “The Uppingham Rovers.” Prior to this last game I had failed lamentably31, my bag being 3, 7 and a couple of balloons. Two of the days were wet and real cricket out of the question. Prescott had a lot of luck and got a couple of centuries and a 70 odd in four times. Which of course gave him a good conceit32 of himself.
“Bill,” said Mary to me on the Thursday morning, “I do hope you see them all right to-day—Gerry Prescott’s getting a bit of ‘roll’ on, charming man though he be.”
I finished my fourth egg and remarked, “Thanks, Mary—I’ll have a good try, but I don’t seem able to do anything right lately—still my luck must turn before long. Thanks again.” She slipped over to the sideboard and helped herself to some Kedgeree—smiled—and then replied, “I think it will—to-day.” The rest of the crowd then joined us—Jack, Gerry Prescott, Helen and Dick Arkwright, Sir Charles and Lady Considine, three boys from the ’Varsity, Tennant, Daventry and Robertson, and two Service men, friends of Arkwright, Major Hornby and Lieutenant33 Barker—the last five all pretty decent cricketers—the rest of the eleven being recruited from the Manor staff.
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It was, I remember, a perfectly34 glorious summer morning. One’s thoughts instinctively flew to the whirr of the mowing35 machine and a real plumb36 wicket. The insects hummed in the sun, and there was a murmur37 of bees that gave everybody a feeling that an English summer morning in Sussex could give anything in Creation a start and a beating.
“Toppin’ mornin’—what?” said Prescott. “Feel like gettin’ some more to-day, if we bat.”
“You won’t,” said Dick Arkwright. “You’ll field, and this big brute38 of a Bill can get rid of some of his disgraceful paunch. He hasn’t had much exercise all the week. Exceptin’ of course walkin’ back to the pavilion.”
“Feeling funny, aren’t you?” I sallied back. “And as for ‘big brutes’ and ‘paunches,’ neither you nor Prescott has a lot to telegraph home about.”
Actually I was about a couple of inches taller than either of them and decidedly heavier.
“Anybody of the old crowd playing for the Rovers, Jack?” queried39 Helen.
“Don’t know, haven’t seen the team yet.”
Daventry, I think, handed the Sporting Life to the two girls. They scanned the names.
“Only Toby Purkiss and Vernon Hurst that we know,” from Mary. “What a pity.”
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“I am very keen on winning,” boomed Sir Charles. “Very, very keen. We haven’t beaten the Rovers for more years than I care to—ah—remember. I spoke40 seriously to Briggs this morning about it. And I may say, here and now, Tennant—Daventry—I trust without offence, that I viewed with some disfavor your late retirement41 last night. You were very late getting to bed. I am willing to concede that Auction42 Bridge has a fascination——”
“That’s all right, Governor,” said Jack. “They’re just infants—stand anything. Think what a tough bird you were at their age.”
“Perfectly true. I remember the night I——”
“As long as you can remember it, you can’t have been so bad, sir,” said Daventry.
Lady Considine smiled.
“Would you like me to stop Auction in the evening, till the week is over, dear?” she said. “You never seem to win anything.”
“As a matter of fact, Marion—I have been most unusually successful; and I have no wish to—er—interfere with others’ pleasure.”
“Thanks, Father. For we don’t all play cricket.”
“No, Helen, that’s so.”
“Seems to me, Governor, it takes age and judgment43 to play really good Auction.”
“Thank you, Arkwright. You have keen powers of observance.”
The clock chimed ten.
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“Gracious,” said Mary, “I promised to help get the big marquee ready.” She flew off. Very shortly the breakfast party withdrew entirely44, the ladies to the selection of appropriate raiment, the men who were playing, to get ready.
I was late getting down to the field and had no sooner arrived than up came Sir Charles.
“Fielding, Bill!” He guessed right. “Know you’re pleased!” he grinned.
“Of course—just what I expected! It’ll rain in the night.”
The first wicket put on a few runs and I was chatting to Robertson and Jack Considine while we were waiting for the next man.
“Good Lord,” I heard from behind me.
I turned.
Strolling in, nonchalantly adjusting his left-hand glove, was the very last person I expected to see there—Anthony Bathurst.
“Bless you, Bill,” he smiled. “Seeing you is a reward in itself.”
“But I had no idea——”
“What on earth?” queried Jack.
“Tell you later,” grinned Anthony; “Umpire, Middle and leg, if you please.”
He didn’t get a lot. But when we got into lunch he told us that Hurst had cried off from the game, developed measles45 or spotted46 fever or something, and he had been roped in, being handy. He was staying near Bramber and going on to Canterbury for the “Old Stagers.” Angus McKinnel and Gerry Crookley were great chums of his, and as the entertainments of Canterbury Week were in their hands as usual, they had been only too glad for him to help them.
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Everybody, of course, was delighted, for Considine Manor had heard much of Anthony Bathurst from both Jack and me.
Sir Charles immediately issued an invitation.
“Stay on, my dear fellow! I shall be charmed, I assure you. Stay till the Bank Holiday—then motor over.”
“Thanks, I will. It’s good of you.” Anthony accepted the offer.
Thus, it was that the Friday evening saw Anthony still at Considine Manor, and the stage set for what happened subsequently. When I reached the drawing-room that night I had a fit of the blues47. The game had ended in a draw and once again, I had not reached double figures. Prescott had got another 50 odd and, in the opinion of most, had saved our side from a beating. Conversation was desultory48 as it had been at dinner.
As usual most of them were listening attentively49 to Anthony Bathurst. He was well launched on a theme that I had heard him discuss many a time before in his rooms at Oxford. “The Detective in Modern Fiction.” It was a favorite topic of his and like everything that aroused his interest, he knew it thoroughly—backwards, forwards, and inside out.
I caught his words as I entered the room.
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“Oh—I admit it quite cheerfully—I look forward tremendously to a really good thriller50. I’m intrigued51 utterly52 by a title like ‘The Stain on the Linoleum53.’ But, there you are, really good detective stories are rare.”
“You think so?” interjected Major Hornby, “what about those French Johnnies, Gaboriau and Du Boisgobey?”
“Like the immortal54 Holmes,” replied Anthony, “I have the greatest contempt for Lecoq. Poe’s ‘Dupin’ wasn’t so bad, but the majority——”
“You admire Holmes?”
“Yes, Mr. Arkwright, I do! That is to say—the pre-war Holmes!”
“You don’t admit that his key is always made to fit his lock?”
“Of course,” replied Anthony, “that must be so! But he deduces—he reasons—and thereby55 constructs. The others, so many of them, depend for success on amazing coincidences and things of that nature.”
“You think Holmes stands alone?” queried Mary.
“Not altogether, Miss Considine, as I’ve often told Bill Cunningham.” He turned to me, “Mason’s M. Hanaud, Bentley’s Trent, Milne’s Mr. Gillingham, and to a lesser56 degree perhaps, Agatha Christie’s M. Poirot are all excellent in their way, but oh!—the many dozens that aren’t.”
“I could mention three others,” said Jack Considine.
“Yes? Who are they?”
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“Bernard Capes’ ‘Baron’ of The Skeleton Key, Chesterton’s Father Brown, and H. C. Bailey’s Reginald Fortune.”
“I am willing to accept two,” said Anthony, “but Father Brown—no. He’s too entirely ‘Chestertonian.’ He deduces that the dustman was the murderer because of the shape of the piece that had been cut from the apple-pie. I can’t quite get him.”
The company laughed merrily.
“Ah, Mr. Bathurst,” remarked Sir Charles. “There is a great gulf58 between fiction and real life. Give me Scotland Yard every time.”
“I am ready to. Scotland Yard is a remarkably59 efficient organization—but——”
“Well, Sir Charles, I think this! Give me a fair start with Scotland Yard, and its resources to call upon, if necessary, and I’ll wager60 on my results.”
“What about that trumpeter?” from Gerry Prescott.
“Never mind that. I was asked for my opinion and I gave it.”
“In the event of your being on the spot at a murder case, then, you consider that you would solve the mystery quicker than trained men?”
“Under equal conditions, yes, Captain Arkwright! Again, what is a trained man? I am a trained man. I’ve trained myself to observe and to remember.”
Here, Lady Considine interrupted with “Pardon me, Mr. Bathurst. But these girls won’t sleep if you keep on discussing murders. Besides, Sir Charles wants his game of Auction.”
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Two tables started, the military party playing solo. And gradually the hum of conversation subsided61 as the games got under way. Helen Arkwright played while her sister sang. Jack Considine and Anthony went into the garden to smoke cigars. I stayed and watched the cards. Prescott won steadily62 from most of them, but from Lieutenant Barker chiefly. And when after a time, I saw a look of more than ordinary chagrin63 pass over the latter’s face and following that, an I.O.U. handed across the table to Prescott, I felt that they had played long enough. For neither Sir Charles nor Lady Considine cared for such happenings as that. So at eleven-forty or thereabouts, I suggested they stop.
The others assented64 readily.
“I’m for bed,” I said, “after just one ‘spot’!”
I walked to the French windows that commanded the garden and looked out. The rain that had come on just before seven, had ceased and there was a moon with a sparkling retinue65 of stars.
I swallowed my whisky.
“Good-night, you fellows.”
“Good-night, Bill!”
At the foot of the staircase just in the shadow of the heavy banisters, I passed Prescott and Barker, deep in conversation. The conversation stopped as I approached.
“Coming to bed?” I interrogated66.
“Not yet,” replied Prescott. “Time’s young yet. Besides I have——”
I didn’t wait for his sentence to be finished.
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Our bedrooms were on the second floor—seven of them in a row along a long corridor that ran the length of the house. All the men were together. Jack was in the biggest—the first—that night he was sharing with Anthony—then came in order, Daventry and Robertson together in No. 2, Hornby, Prescott, Tennant, myself, and Barker last. On the first floor was the billiard room, directly facing the stairs as you ascended67, and the bedrooms of the other members of the family.
Each one of the bedrooms on the second floor was fitted with a bathroom and shower. There was a connecting door in each room, leading to the bath. This connecting door in each instance faced the door of the bedroom opening out on to the corridor. It was a fancy of Sir Charles Considine, this, and much appreciated by all those privileged to enjoy the hospitality of Considine Manor. I shall never forget that night.
I slept but little, a most unusual state of affairs for me.
I was strangely uneasy, and it was not till close on five o’clock that I fell into a doze57.
And if I never forget that night, I shall never forget the memory that followed it!
For I was awakened68 by a piercing scream that echoed and re?choed through the house. It came from the floor below!
“Murder! Murder! Help! Help! Murder!”
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| v.（使）醒( awaken的过去式和过去分词 )；（使）觉醒；弄醒；（使）意识到 | |
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