“It’s as easy as shelling peas to be a detective in fiction,” grunted1 the Barrister. “He’s merely the author of the yarn2 disguised as a character, and he knows the solution before he starts.”
“But the reader doesn’t, if the story is told well,” objected the Doctor. “And that’s all that matters.”
“Oh! I grant you that,” said the Barrister, lighting3 a cigar. “I’m not inveighing4 against the detective story—I love ’em. All I’m saying is that in life a detective’s job is a very different matter to—well, take the illustrious example—to that of Sherlock Holmes. He’s got to make the crime fit to the clues, not the clues fit into the crime. It’s not so terribly difficult to reconstruct the murder of the Prime Minister from a piece of charred5 paper discovered in the railway refreshment-room at Bath—in fiction; it’s altogether a different matter in reality.”
The Soldier thoughtfully filled his pipe.
“And yet there have been many cases when the reconstruction6 has been made on some clue almost equally ‘flimsy,’?” he murmured.
“A few,” conceded the Barrister. “But nine out of ten are built up with laborious7 care. The structure does not rest on any one fact—but on a whole lot of apparently8 unimportant and trivial ones. Of course it’s more spectacular to bring a man to the gallows9 because half a brick was found lying on the front door-step, but in practice it doesn’t happen.”
“It does—sometimes,” remarked a quiet, sandy-haired man who was helping10 himself to a whisky-and-soda. “It does sometimes, you man of law. Your remarks coupled with my present occupation remind me of just such a case.”
“Precisely,” returned the other. “Almost as prosaic12 a thing as our legal luminary’s half-brick.” He settled himself comfortably in a chair, and the others leaned forward expectantly. “And yet on that very ordinary pastime hinged an extremely interesting case: one in which I was lucky enough to play a principal part.”
“The night is yet young, old man,” said the Barrister. “It’s up to you to prove your words, and duly confound me.”
The sandy-haired man took a sip14 of his drink: then he put the glass on the table beside him and began.
“Well, if it won’t bore you, I’m agreeable. I’ll tell you the whole thing exactly as it took place, only altering the names of the people involved. It happened before the war—in that hot summer of 1911, to be exact. I’d been working pretty hard in London, and about the end of July I got an invitation to go down and stop with some people in Devonshire. I will call them the Marleys, and they lived just outside a small village on the north coast. The family consisted of old Marley, who was a man rising sixty, and his two daughters, Joan and Hilda. There was also Jack16 Fairfax, through whom, as a matter of fact, I had first got to know them.
“Jack was about my own age—thirty odd, and we’d been up at Cambridge together. He was no relation to old Marley, but he was an orphan17, and Marley was his guardian18, or had been when Jack was a youngster. And from the very first Jack and the old man had not got on.
“Marley was not everybody’s meat, by a long way—rather a queer-tempered, secretive blighter; and Jack Fairfax had the devil of a temper at times. When he was a boy he had no alternative except to do as his guardian told him, but even in those early days, as I gathered subsequently, there had been frequent storms. And when he came down from Cambridge there were two or three most unholy rows which culminated19 in Jack leaving the house for good.
“It was apparently this severance20 from the two girls, whom he had more or less regarded as sisters, which caused the next bust-up. And this one, according to Jack, was in the nature of a volcanic21 eruption22. The two girls had come up to London to go through the season with some aunt, and Jack had seen a good deal of them with the net result that he and Joan had fallen in love with each other. Then the fat was in the fire. Jack straightway had gone down to Devonshire to ask old Marley’s consent: old Marley had replied in terms which, judging from Jack’s account of the interview, had contained a positive profusion23 of un-Parliamentary epithets24. Jack had lost his temper properly—and, well, you know, the usual thing. At any rate, the long and the short of it was that old Marley had recalled both his daughters from London, and had sworn that if he ever saw Jack near the house again he’d pepper him with a shot-gun. To which Jack had replied that only his grey hairs and his gout saved Mr. Marley from the biggest hiding he’d ever had in his life—even if not the biggest he deserved. With which genial25 exchange of playful badinage26 I gathered the interview ended. And that was how matters stood when I went down in July, 1911.
“For some peculiar27 reason the old man liked me, even though I was a friend of Jack’s. And in many ways I quite liked him, though there was always something about him which defeated me. Of course, he had a foul28 temper—but it wasn’t altogether that. He seemed to me at times to be in fear of something or somebody; and yet, though I say that now, I don’t know that I went as far as thinking so at the time. It was an almost indefinable impression—vague and yet very real.
“The two girls were perfectly29 charming, though they were both a little afraid of their father. How long it would have taken Joan to overcome this timidity, and go to Jack without her father’s consent, I don’t know. And incidentally, as our legislators say, the question did not arise. Fate held the ace15 of trumps31, and proceeded to deal it during my visit.”
The sandy-haired man leant back in his chair and crossed his legs deliberately32.
“I think it was about the fourth day after I arrived (he went on, after a while) that the tragedy happened. We were sitting in the drawing-room after dinner—a couple of men whose names I forget, and a girl friend of Hilda’s. Hilda herself was there, and Joan, who seemed very preoccupied33, had come in about a quarter of an hour previously34. I had noticed that Hilda had looked at her sister inquiringly as she entered, and that Joan had shrugged35 her shoulders. But nothing had been said, and naturally I asked no questions with the others there, though from the air of suppressed excitement on Joan’s face I knew there was something in the wind.
“Old Marley himself was not with us: he was in his study at the other end of the house. The fact was not at all unusual: he frequently retired36 to his own den30 after dinner, sometimes joining the rest of the party for a few minutes before going to bed, more often not appearing again till the following morning. And so we all sat there talking idly, with the windows wide open and the light shining out on to the lawn. It must have been somewhere about ten to a quarter past when suddenly Hilda gave a little scream.
“?‘What do you want?’ she cried. ‘Who are you?’
“I swung round in my chair, to find a man standing37 on the lawn outside, in the centre of the light. He was facing us, and as we stared at him he came nearer till he was almost in the room. And the first thing that struck me was that he looked a little agitated38.
“?‘You will excuse me appearing like this,’ he said, ‘but——’ He broke off and looked at me. ‘Might I have a word with you alone, sir?’
“I glanced at the others: obviously he was a stranger. No trace of recognition appeared on anyone’s face, and I began to feel a little suspicious.
“?‘What is it?’ I cried. ‘What can you possibly want to speak to me about that you can’t say now?’
“He shrugged his shoulders slightly. ‘As you will,’ he answered. ‘My idea was to avoid frightening the ladies. In the room at the other end of the house a man has been murdered.’
“For a moment everyone was too thunderstruck to reply; then Hilda gave a choking cry.
“?‘What sort of a man?’ she said, breathlessly.
“?‘An elderly man of, I should think, about sixty,’ returned the other, gravely, and Hilda buried her face in her hands.
“?‘I will come with, you at once, sir,’ I said, hurriedly, and the two other men rose. Instinctively39, I think, we all knew it must be old Marley: there was no one else it could be. But the sudden shock of it had dazed us all. I glanced at Joan. She was staring at the man like a girl bereft40 of her senses, and I put my hand reassuringly41 on her shoulder. And then she looked up at me, and the expression in her eyes pulled me together. It was like a cold douche, and it acted instantaneously. Because it wasn’t horror or dazed stupefaction that I read on her face: it was terror—agonised terror. And suddenly I remembered her air of suppressed excitement earlier in the evening.”
Once again the sandy-haired man paused while the others waited in silence for him to continue.
“It was old Marley right enough (he went on quietly). We walked round the front of the house until we came to the window of his study, and there instinctively we paused. The window was open, and he was sitting at his desk quite motionless. His head had fallen forward, and on his face was a look of dreadful fear.
“For a while none of us moved. Then, with an effort, I threw my leg over the window-sill and entered.
“?‘He’s quite dead,’ I said, and I felt my voice was shaking. ‘We’d better send for the police.’
“The others nodded, and in silence I picked up the telephone.
“?‘Mr. Marley’s been killed,’ I heard myself saying. ‘Will you send someone up at once?’
“And then for the first time I noticed the poker42 lying beside the chair, and saw the back of the old man’s head. It wasn’t a pretty sight, and one of the other men staying in the house—a youngster—turned very white, and went to the window.
“?‘Pretty obvious how it was done,’ said the stranger, quietly. ‘Well, gentlemen, nothing ought to be touched in this room until the police arrive. I suggest that we should draw the curtains and go somewhere else to wait for them.’
“I don’t think any of us were sorry to fall in with his suggestion. I also don’t think I’ve ever drunk such a large whisky-and-soda as I did a few minutes later. Discovering the body had been bad enough: breaking the news to the two girls was going to be worse.
“It was Joan who met me in the hall—and we stared at one another in silence. Then I nodded my head stupidly.
“?‘It’s father,’ she whispered. ‘Oh, my God!’
“?‘Don’t you understand?’ she muttered, hoarsely44, and swallowing all the time. ‘Don’t you understand? Jack has been here to-night.’
“?‘Jack!’ I looked at her foolishly. ‘Jack!’
“And then her full meaning struck me.
“?‘How did that man find out?’ she whispered. ‘And who is he?’
“?‘I don’t know. I’ll go and ask him.’ I was still trying to adjust this new development—and her next words seemed to come from a great distance.
“?‘Do something. For God’s sake—do something.’
“Then she turned and left me, and I watched her go up the stairs, walking stiffly and clinging to the banisters.
“So Jack had been there! And old Marley was dead! Murdered! Hit on the head with a poker. And Jack had been there. It’s only in romantic fiction that the reader is expected to assume the impossibility of the hero committing a crime, owing to the extreme beauty of his nature. And this wasn’t romantic fiction. It was hard, brutal45 reality. The two facts stood there, side by side, in all their dazzling simplicity46. Jack’s nature was not supremely47 beautiful. He was an ordinary man, with the devil of a temper when it was roused.
“Mechanically I started to walk back to the room where I had left the other three men. They were sitting in silence when I entered, and after a while the stranger got up.
“?‘A dreadful thing to happen,’ he said, gravely.
“?‘May I ask, sir,’ I began, ‘how you came to discover it?’
“?‘Very simply,’ he answered. ‘I was strolling along the road, going back to the village inn where I have been stopping for two or three nights, when I saw the window of the room through the trees. The light was shining out, and I could see someone sitting at the desk. More out of idle curiosity than anything else, I paused for a moment or two, and then something began to arouse my suspicions. The man at the desk seemed so motionless. I thought perhaps he had fainted, or was ill, and after a little hesitation48 I went in at the gate and looked through the window. To my horror I saw he was dead—and I at once came round to the other room from which the light was shining, and where I found you.’
“?‘There is a point which may have some bearing on the crime,’ he continued, after a pause. ‘On my way up from the inn a man passed me. He was coming from this direction, and seemed to me to be in a very excited condition. It was his obvious agitation49 that made me notice him at the time, though in the dim light I couldn’t see his face very clearly. But he was swinging his stick in the air, and muttering to himself. At the moment I didn’t think much about it. But now——’ He shrugged his shoulders slightly. ‘Of course, I may be completely wrong, but I think it is a thing worth mentioning to the police.’
“?‘Would you know the man again?’ I asked, trying to speak quite normally.
“?‘Well, he was tall—six feet at least—and broad. And he was clean-shaven.’ He spoke50 thoughtfully, weighing his words. ‘I might know him again—but I wouldn’t swear to it. One has to be doubly careful if a man’s life is at stake.’
“I turned away abruptly51. Jack was tall and broad and clean-shaven. Strive as I would, the deadly suspicion was beginning to grip me that Jack, in a fit of ungovernable passion, had killed the old man. And at such moments, whatever may be the legal aspect of the matter, one’s main idea is how best to help a pal13. If Jack had indeed done it, what was the best thing to do?
“I rang the bell, and told the scared-looking maid to bring the whisky and some glasses. Then, with a muttered apology, I left the room. I felt I wanted to talk to Joan about it. I found her dry-eyed and quite composed, though she was evidently holding herself under control with a great effort. And briefly52 I told her what the stranger had said.
“She heard me out in silence: then she spoke with a quiet assurance that surprised me.
“?‘If Jack did it,’ she said, ‘he doesn’t know he’s done it. He doesn’t know he’s killed—father.’ She faltered53 a bit over the last word, and I didn’t interrupt. ‘What I mean is this,’ she went on after a moment. ‘I know Jack—better than anyone else. I know those rages of his—when he sees red. But they’re over in a minute. He’s capable of anything for a second or two, but if he’d done it, Hugh, if he’d hit father—and killed him—his remorse54 would have been dreadful. He wouldn’t have run away: I’m certain of that. That’s why I say that if Jack did it he doesn’t know—he killed him.’
“I said nothing: there was no good telling her that it wasn’t one blow, nor yet two or three, that had been used. There was no good telling her that it was no accidental thing done unwittingly in the heat of the moment—that it was an absolute impossibility for the man who had done it to be in ignorance of the fact. And yet, though I realised all that, her simple conviction put new hope into me. Illogical, I admit, but I went downstairs feeling more confident.
“I found that the local police had arrived—a sergeant55 and an ordinary constable56—and had already begun their investigations57. The principal evidence, of course, came from the stranger, and he repeated to them what he had already told me. His name apparently was Lenham—Victor Lenham—and the police knew he had been stopping at the local inn.
“?‘You saw the body through the window, sir,’ said the sergeant, ‘and then went round to the drawing-room?’
“?‘That is so, sergeant.’
“?‘You didn’t go into the room?’
“?‘Not until later—with these gentlemen. You see,’ he added, ‘I’ve seen death too often not to recognise it. And as, in a way, you will understand, it was no concern of mine, I thought it advisable to have some member of the house itself with me before entering the room.’
“?‘Quite, sir, quite.’ The sergeant nodded portentously58. ‘Is there anything else you can tell us?’
“?‘Well,’ said Lenham, ‘there is a point, which I have already mentioned to this gentleman.’ He glanced at me, and then, turning back to the sergeant, he told him about the man he had passed on the road. And it was when he came to the description that suddenly the constable gave a whistle of excitement. The sergeant frowned on him angrily, but the worthy59 P.C., whose only experience of crime up-to-date had been assisting inebriated60 villagers home, had quite lost his head.
“?‘Mr. Fairfax, sergeant,’ he exploded. ‘?’E was down here to-night. Caught the last train, ’e did. Jenkins at the station told me—sure thing.’
“?‘Good heavens, sergeant!’ I said angrily, ‘what the devil is the man talking about? He surely doesn’t suppose that Mr. Fairfax had anything to do with it?’
“But the mischief61 was done. The sergeant formally told off his indiscreet subordinate, but it was obvious that it was merely an official rebuke62. In a village like that everybody knows everybody else’s private affairs, and the strained relations between the dead man and Jack Fairfax were common property. I could see at a glance that the sergeant regarded the matter as solved already.
“?‘Would you recognise this man again, sir?’ he demanded, and Lenham gave him the same guarded reply as he had already given to me. He might—but he wouldn’t swear to it. It was impossible to be too careful in such a case, he repeated, and it was practically dark when he had passed the man.
“It was all duly noted63 down, and then we adjourned64 to the room of the tragedy. The constable—a ruddy-faced young man—turned pale when he saw the body; then he pulled himself together and assisted the sergeant in his formal examination. I didn’t blame him—we were all feeling the strain, somewhat naturally. Lenham seemed the least concerned, but it wasn’t a personal matter with him as it was with us, especially with me. All the time I was fidgeting round the room, subconsciously65 watching the stolid66 sergeant making notes, but with only one thought dominating my brain—how best to help Jack. Not that I had definitely made up my mind that he’d done it, but even at that stage of the proceedings67 I realised that appearances were against him. And Joan’s words were ringing in my head—‘For God’s sake—do something.’
“After a while I crossed the room to a small table on which a tantalus of whisky and two glasses were standing. I looked at the tray with unseeing eyes—an Indian silver one, which old Marley had been very proud of. And then mechanically I picked up the glasses. I don’t know why I did so; the action was, as I say, mechanical. They had been used—both of them: they had been used for whisky—one could tell that by the smell. And when I put the glasses down again on the tray, the sergeant was approaching with his note-book.”
The sandy-haired man paused, with a reminiscent smile.
“Ever noticed how extraordinarily68 dense69 you can be at times, even with a plain fact staring you straight in the face? There was one staring at me for ten minutes that night before my grey matter began to stir.”
“Just hold on a minute,” interrupted the Barrister. “Is this plain fact staring us in the face now?”
“No, it isn’t,” conceded the narrator. “At the moment you are in the position of the other people in that room. Mind you, I’ve left out nothing in order to mystify you; the story, as I have given it to you, is a plain unvarnished account of what took place. But I’m out to disprove your half-brick theory, lawyer-man, and to do so with such little story-telling ability as I happen to possess.
“Now, I won’t weary you with what happened during the next week, beyond saying that an inquest and a burglary took place. And the latter, at any rate, was very successful. The former moved along obvious lines, and resulted in Jack Fairfax being arrested for the wilful70 murder of his guardian, Roger Marley. The evidence was purely71 circumstantial, but it was about as damning as it could be. Jack admitted to having had an interview with Marley that night; he admitted that they had had an appalling72 quarrel. What was even worse was that he admitted to having struck the old man in a furious fit of rage, but beyond that he denied everything. He absolutely swore that the blow he struck Marley could not have killed him; further, that he had never handled the poker. And then, a finger-print expert proved that he had. That was the worst shock of the lot, and his explanation given afterwards that, now he came to think of it, he had picked up the poker to ram73 the tobacco down in his pipe convinced no one. He indignantly denied that his action in going up to London by the last train was in any sense running away; he had intended all along to go up by that train. And his reason for leaving the house after the interview without attempting to see his fiancée was that he was in such a rage with her father that he couldn’t trust himself to speak to her for fear of what he might say.
“So much for Jack Fairfax’s case—pretty black, as you will agree. In fact, I don’t think I should be exaggerating if I said that there were only two people in England convinced of his innocence74. And he was one of them. Even Joan’s faith was shaken, a little.
“It was on the tenth day after the inquest that I rang up the inspector75 who had come over from Exeter to look into the case, with a request that he would come up to the house. I told him that I had certain information which might interest him and suggested that he might care to hear it. I also rang up Lenham at the inn, and asked him if he would mind coming along at the same time. I told him I’d discovered the burglar. By the way, I didn’t tell you that it was his room that had been burgled.
“In about half an hour they arrived, and the local sergeant as well.
“?‘What’s this about my burglar?’ laughed Lenham. ‘A funny fellow—because as far as I can see he didn’t take anything.’
“?‘All in good time,’ I answered, smiling. ‘I’ve found out a lot of strange things in town.’
“Lenham looked at me quickly. ‘Oh! have you been to London?’ he inquired.
“?‘Yes,’ I answered, ‘for two days. Most entertaining.’
“And then the inspector chipped in, impatiently:
“?‘Well, sir, what is it you want to say to me?’ He looked at his watch suggestively.
“?‘First of all, inspector,’ I said, quietly, ‘I want to ask you a question. Have you ever heard the legal maxim76, Falsus in uno, falsus in omne?’
“I could see that he hadn’t the faintest idea what I was driving at. I could also see that Lenham’s eyes had suddenly become strained.
“?‘It means,’ I went on, ‘that if a witness—let us say—is proved to have told one lie, there is strong presumptive evidence that he has told several. At any rate, the value of his statement is greatly diminished. Do you agree?’
“?‘Certainly,’ he answered. ‘But I don’t see——’
“?‘You will shortly, inspector,’ I remarked. ‘Now who would you consider the principal witness against Mr. Fairfax?’
“?‘And leaving him out?’ I asked.
“?‘Well—I suppose—this gentleman here.’ He nodded towards Lenham, who was sitting quite motionless, watching me.
“?‘Precisely,’ I murmured. ‘Then why was it necessary for Mr. Lenham to state that his name was Lenham, and further to swear that he had never seen Mr. Marley before—when both those statements were lies?’
“?‘What the devil do you mean?’ snarled78 Lenham, rising from his chair. ‘What do you mean by saying my name is not Lenham?’
“?‘You wanted to know about the burglar who took nothing, didn’t you?’ I said, grimly. ‘Well—I was the burglar, and I took something very valuable—an address.’
“?‘What on earth——’ began the inspector, and then he glanced at Lenham. ‘I think you’d better sit still, Mr. Lenham,’ he said, quietly, ‘until we have heard what this gentleman has to say.’
“Lenham sat back in his chair with a venomous look at me. Then he laughed harshly.
“?‘By all means, inspector,’ he remarked. ‘Only it is a little disconcerting to be cross-examined suddenly by a man who admits he is a thief.’
“As a matter of fact the man didn’t know how much I knew—or how little; and between ourselves it was deuced little. But, watching him closely, I knew I was right, and my only hope was to bluff79 him into some admission.
“?‘Shall we endeavour to reconstruct the events of the night when Mr. Marley was murdered, Mr. Lenardi?’ I began, quietly. ‘That is your name, is it not?—and you are a Corsican.’
“?‘Well,’ he said, ‘what if I am? I had a very good reason for changing my name.’
“?‘Doubtless,’ I agreed. ‘Let us hope your reason will prove satisfactory to the inspector. May I suggest, however, unless you can supply a better one, that your reason was to avoid the notoriety which would inevitably80 arise if a foreigner came to stay in a small village like this? And you were particularly anxious to avoid any possibility of Mr. Marley knowing that a Corsican was in the neighbourhood.’
“He laughed sarcastically81. ‘I think that I have already stated that I have never even seen Mr. Marley,’ he sneered82.
“?‘Oh!’ I remarked. ‘Then might I ask you, inspector, to have a look at this photograph? It is old and faded, but the faces are still clear.’
“I handed the photograph to the inspector, and with a sudden curse the Corsican whipped out a knife and sprang at me. He realised even then that the game was up, and his one thought was to revenge himself on me. But I’d been expecting some such move, and I’d got a revolver handy. Incidentally, revolver shooting is one of the few things I can do, and I plugged him through the forearm before he could do any damage.
“?‘Stand by that window, sergeant. Now, Mr. whatever-your-name-is, no monkey tricks. Do you still deny that you knew Mr. Marley?”
“?‘I refuse to answer,’ snarled the man.
“?‘Because this photograph is of you and Marley and a woman. Taken abroad somewhere.’
“?‘Naples, to be exact, inspector,’ I said. ‘I found it in his rooms in Berners Street, the address of which I got as the result of my burglary here.’
“The Corsican stood there like a beast at bay, and the inspector’s face was stern.
“?‘What explanation have you got to give?’ he rapped out. ‘Why did you lie in evidence?’
“?‘I refuse to answer,’ repeated the man.
“?‘Since he is so uncommunicative,’ I remarked, ‘perhaps you will allow me to reconstruct the crime. Much of it, of necessity, is guess-work. For instance, Lenardi, what was your motive84 in murdering Mr. Marley?’ I rapped the question out at him, and though he’d have killed me willingly if he could have got at me he didn’t deny it.
“?‘Well,’ I continued, ‘it doesn’t matter. Let us assume it was the girl in that photograph. You tracked Marley to earth here—in this village—that is all that concerns us. And having tracked him, you bided85 your time. Vengeance86 is the sweeter for delay. Each evening you walked up here, watching him through the window—gloating over what was to come. And then one night you found another man with him—Jack Fairfax—and they were quarrelling. At once you saw that this was your opportunity. However skilfully87 you hid your traces under ordinary circumstances, there was always a grave risk; but here, ready to hand, was a marvellous stroke of luck. Perhaps you crept nearer the window in the darkness, secure in the fact that the room was in a remote part of the house. You saw Jack Fairfax leave, blind with rage, and then, skulking88 out of the night, you entered the room yourself.’
“?‘It’s a lie!’ shouted the Corsican, but his lips were white.
“?‘And then old Marley saw you, and the rage on his face was replaced by a dreadful terror. He knew what you had come for. I don’t think you wasted much time, Lenardi. You picked up the poker with a gloved hand—oh! you were taking no chances—and you battered89 his head in. And then, Lenardi—and then you drank a whisky-and-soda. You drank a whisky-and-soda, and then you decided90 on a very bold move: you came and alarmed the rest of the house. It was clever of you, but——’?”
The sandy-haired man smiled thoughtfully.
“We sprang forward together—the inspector and I; but we were too late. The Corsican had swallowed poison before we could stop him. He was dead in half a minute and he never spoke again. So I can only assume that my imagination was not far off the rails.”
“Yes, but hang it, man,” said the Barrister, peevishly91, “the whole thing was a pure fluke on your part.”
“I’ve never laid any claim to being a detective,” murmured the sandy-haired man, mildly, rising and helping himself to some more whisky. “All that I said was that there are times when you can build an entire case from your half-brick or its equivalent. And when you find two glasses both smelling strongly of whisky in a room, you assume that two people have drunk whisky. Which was where the Corsican tripped up. You see, he distinctly swore he hadn’t entered the room till he came in with us.”
The Barrister raised protesting hands to the ceiling.
“The man is indubitably mad,” he remarked to no one in particular. “Was not Fairfax in the room most of the evening?”
The sandy-haired man looked even more mild.
“I think that perhaps I ought to have mentioned one fact sooner, but I was afraid it would spoil the story. The cat has an aversion to water; the fish have an aversion to dry land. But both these aversions pale into total insignificance92 when compared to Jack Fairfax’s aversion to whisky.”
He gazed thoughtfully at his glass.
“A strange flaw in an otherwise fine character. Thank heavens the symptom is not common!”
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