"Aha!" The inspector1 rubbed his hands as he looked at the well-spread table. "I never say no to a good offer. Thank you, Mr. Thorold, I will peck a bit."
"You are looking well, Blair."
"Never felt better in my life, Mr. Thorold. I have good cause to look jolly."
"Enjoyed your holiday, no doubt," said Alan, as he assisted the officer liberally to ham and eggs. "Where did you spend it?"
"In Brighton--pleasant place, Brighton."
Blair looked so jocular, and chuckled2 in so pleasant a manner that the Squire3 guessed he had good news. However, he resolved to let Blair tell his story in his own way.
"What took you to Brighton of all places?" he asked tentatively.
"Well, you might guess. Joe Brill took me."
"Joe Brill?"
The inspector nodded.
"I followed him there."
"But I have seen Joe. He tells me he was at Southampton and in London."
"No doubt--a clever fellow Joe. He knows how to hold his tongue. Well, Mr. Thorold, I hope your troubles about this matter of the lost body will soon be at an end."
"Blair!" Alan bent4 forward in a state of great excitement. "You have found out something about it?"
"Yes, enough to gain me a thousand pounds."
"Not enough to gain you two thousand pounds?"
"No." Blair's face fell. "But I intend to get that also. However, I have learned all about the theft of Mr. Marlow's body--how it was removed, and why it was removed."
"By Jove! How did you find out?"
"Through Joe Brill. Somehow I suspected Joe from the first. That sovereign he gave Cicero Gramp, you know--I always fancied there was something behind his anxiety to get that man away. So I had him watched, and applied5 for leave of absence. When he left Heathton I followed as a tourist," chuckled Blair. "Oh, I assure you, Mr. Thorold, I make a very good tourist."
"And he went to Brighton?"
"Yes, direct to Brighton. I went there and found out all about it."
"You don't mean to say that he stole the body!"
"Ay, but I do and with the best intentions, too."
"Was he the short man Cicero Gramp saw with Warrender?"
"He was the short man," replied Blair, finishing his coffee.
"Then, why did he not tell me?" Alan burst out angrily. "I saw him last night, yet he said nothing. He knew how anxious Miss Marlow is about the loss of her father's body."
"Not her father," corrected the inspector. "Achille Lestrange was her father."
"What!" Alan started from his seat. "You know that?"
"I know all--the elopement in Jamaica; the kidnapping of Marie Lestrange, whom we know as Sophy Marlow; the coming of Jean Lestrange to blackmail6 the girl, and--and--all the rest of it. You see, Mr. Thorold, I interviewed Joe Brill this morning, and he told me all about your conversation with that rascal7. I am posted up to date, sir."
"Joe Brill had no business to keep me in the dark," said the squire angrily. "He should have relieved my mind and Miss Marlow's.
"Miss Lestrange," hinted Blair.
"No, sir--Sophia Marlow she is, and Sophia Marlow she will remain until she changes her name for mine. Her father is dead, and Jean Lestrange has no claim on her. Sophia Marlow, Mr. Inspector, if you please."
"Well, well--as you please. We shan't quarrel about a name. Have you anything to smoke, Mr. Thorold?"
Alan got him an excellent cigar, and returned to the point.
"Why did Joe keep me and Miss Marlow in the dark?" he asked.
"Acted under orders, Mr. Thorold."
"Whose orders?"
"Mr. Marlow's, or rather, I should say Mr. Beauchamp's."
"Blair!"
Alan gasped8 out the name. His face was white and he was appalled9 at the news. For the moment he believed the inspector must have taken leave of his senses.
"Oh, I dare say your astonishment10 is natural," said the inspector, lighting11 his cigar. "I was astonished myself to find the dead man alive and kicking. Yet I should not have been, for I suspected the truth."
Alan had not yet recovered from his amazement12.
"You suspected that Mr. Marlow was alive!" he said faintly. "On what evidence?"
"On circumstantial evidence," said Blair smartly. "When I examined the coffin13 with Mr. Phelps I noticed what he did not. At the sides small holes were bored in inconspicuous places, and the shell of the leaden case was pierced. Only one inference could be drawn14 from this--that the man had designedly been buried alive. The design must have been carried out by Warrender and the short man. I suspected Joe, from the fact of his having given that sovereign to Cicero, and I watched him. Presuming my belief to be correct, I made certain that sooner or later he would rejoin his master. As I say, he went to Brighton. I followed close on his heels to a boarding-house in Lansdowne Place. There I saw Mr. Marlow."
"Did he recognize you?"
"Of course. While he was living at Heathton I had seen Mr. Marlow several times on business. He made no attempt when I saw him at Brighton to disguise himself--not thinking, I suppose, that his clever scheme to frustrate15 Lestrange would come to light in this way."
"But, Blair, you did not know about Lestrange then!"
"True enough; but I soon heard the whole story. Mr. Marlow told it to me himself. As you may guess, he was in a great way about my having discovered him, and seeing no means of evading16 the truth, he told it. I insisted upon it, in fact; and now I know all."
"And how did it come about?"
Blair held up his hand.
"No, Mr. Thorold," said he, "I shall leave Mr. Marlow--I think we had better continue to call him so--to tell his own history. He can do it better than I. Besides," added the inspector, rising briskly, "I have business to do."
"What sort of business?"
"You can judge for yourself. I want you to come with me."
"Where--what to do?"
"To see Mrs. Warrender. You see, it was her husband who carried out this scheme of feigned17 death to deceive Lestrange. Marlow, accused of having murdered Achille in Jamaica, was afraid that this Captain Jean would have him arrested. Now, Warrender was in Beauchamp's house at Falmouth, Jamaica, when Mrs. Lestrange died, and he knew all about it. It is my belief," added the inspector slowly, "that Beauchamp is innocent, as he asserts himself to be, and that Warrender knew as much."
"But, my dear Blair," protested Alan, "in that case Warrender could have told Marlow the truth, and could have stopped Jean Lestrange from making mischief18."
"I dare say he could, but he did not. Warrender, my dear Mr. Thorold, was a blackmailing19 scoundrel, who assumed the mask of friendship to bamboozle20 Marlow. I had considerable difficulty in impressing this view on Marlow, for, strange to say, he believed in the doctor. Joe did not, however, and Joe told me a few facts about Warrender's practice in Jamaica, which showed me that the doctor was not the disinterested21 person he pretended to be. No, I am sure Warrender knew Beauchamp to be innocent, and kept the fact quiet so as to retain a hold on the man, and get money out of him. Now, do you understand why I want to see his widow?"
"No," replied Alan, not following the inspector's hypothesis, "I do not. If Warrender kept the truth from Marlow, he would most certainly have kept it from his wife. The woman would have babbled22, even against her own interests, as women always do. Mrs. Warrender can tell you nothing--I feel sure of that."
"You forget that the doctor may have left a confession23 of his knowledge."
"Would he have done that?" said Alan doubtfully. "It would have been a foolish thing."
"And when do criminals do other than foolish things?" was Blair's response. "The murderer usually returns to the scene of his crime--as often as not sets out its details in writing. It is impossible to account for the actions of human beings, Mr. Thorold. It would not surprise me in the least to hear that Warrender had written out the whole story in a diary. If so, his wife must have found it amongst his papers, and she will be disposed to sell it--at a long price."
"If she had found such a document, she would have shown it to me or to Sophy before now."
"By no means. If she knew that Marlow were alive, then, of course, she would realize that the document was valuable. But she believes him to be dead."
"Humph!" said Alan. "You seem very certain that such a document exists."
"Perhaps I am too sanguine," admitted Blair; "but Mr. Marlow gave me a full account of what happened on the night Achille was murdered. Moreover, he swore that he was innocent, and I believe him. As to Warrender, he was a scoundrel, and I am sure that, like all scoundrels, he has left a record of his villainies in black and white. If this is so, I can prove Marlow's innocence24, and he can defy Lestrange."
By this time Alan and the inspector were walking along the road which led to Heathton. It was a bright, sunny morning, and Alan was in high spirits. How happy Blair's news would make Sophy!
"And Warrender, what about his death?" he asked. "Does Marlow know who killed him?"
"Strange as it may seem, he does not, Mr. Thorold. He is as ignorant as you or I. That death is a mystery still."
"But if Warrender was killed on the heath----"
"I can't explain, Mr. Thorold. Hear Marlow's story, and you will be as much in the dark as I am. But I suspect Lestrange."
"So did I," replied Alan, speaking in the past tense. "But I learned for certain that Lestrange was not in England on the night of the murder."
"I proved that, too," said Blair thoughtfully; "yet I can't help thinking there is some trickery. Lestrange is at the Good Samaritan?"
"Yes, dancing on Miss Marlow's doorstep in the hope of getting money."
"Does he receive any letters?"
"I don't know. Why?"
"Merely an idea of mine. I'll tell you later on what I think."
"You are keeping me very much in the dark, Blair," said Alan, somewhat piqued25.
"I don't care to show incomplete work," replied the inspector bluntly. "I believe I can unravel26 the whole of this mystery, but I don't want to show you the raw material. Let me work it out my own way, Mr. Thorold, and judge me by the result."
"As you please. So long as you do it, I don't care how you go about it."
"I am working for two thousand pounds," said Blair, "and I don't intend to let any one else have it. That blackguard tramp would like to be the man."
Alan laughed.
"He has already made a clutch at it by accusing me of the theft of Mr. Marlow's body."
The inspector nodded and smiled grimly.
"The two are working in unison," said he, rubbing his hands; "but I'll catch them."
"By the way," said Thorold, "is Mr. Marlow coming back here?"
"To be caught by Lestrange? No, I think not. He is not such a fool. If you want to see him, you must go to Brighton."
"I shall go to-morrow, Blair. I am most anxious to hear the story of that night."
"A strange story--more like fiction than truth."
"Truth is always stranger than fiction."
Blair assented27. They walked on through a steep lane, which led into the High Street of the village. As they breasted this, Mrs. Marry, with a basket on her arm, met them. She was evidently excited.
"Well, Mrs. Marry," said Alan kindly28, "what is it?"
"The poor dear isn't dead, after all," cried the panting woman. "I declare, Mr. Thorold, you could ha' knocked me down wi' a feather when I saw him."
"Saw who?"
"Why, Mr. Brown, sir--the Quiet Gentleman. He has come back!"
点击收听单词发音
1 inspector | |
n.检查员,监察员,视察员 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
2 chuckled | |
轻声地笑( chuckle的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
3 squire | |
n.护卫, 侍从, 乡绅 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
4 bent | |
n.爱好,癖好;adj.弯的;决心的,一心的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
5 applied | |
adj.应用的;v.应用,适用 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
6 blackmail | |
n.讹诈,敲诈,勒索,胁迫,恫吓 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
7 rascal | |
n.流氓;不诚实的人 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
8 gasped | |
v.喘气( gasp的过去式和过去分词 );喘息;倒抽气;很想要 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
9 appalled | |
v.使惊骇,使充满恐惧( appall的过去式和过去分词)adj.惊骇的;丧胆的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
10 astonishment | |
n.惊奇,惊异 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
11 lighting | |
n.照明,光线的明暗,舞台灯光 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
12 amazement | |
n.惊奇,惊讶 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
13 coffin | |
n.棺材,灵柩 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
14 drawn | |
v.拖,拉,拔出;adj.憔悴的,紧张的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
15 frustrate | |
v.使失望;使沮丧;使厌烦 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
16 evading | |
逃避( evade的现在分词 ); 避开; 回避; 想不出 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
17 feigned | |
a.假装的,不真诚的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
18 mischief | |
n.损害,伤害,危害;恶作剧,捣蛋,胡闹 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
19 blackmailing | |
胁迫,尤指以透露他人不体面行为相威胁以勒索钱财( blackmail的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
20 bamboozle | |
v.欺骗,隐瞒 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
21 disinterested | |
adj.不关心的,不感兴趣的 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
22 babbled | |
v.喋喋不休( babble的过去式和过去分词 );作潺潺声(如流水);含糊不清地说话;泄漏秘密 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
23 confession | |
n.自白,供认,承认 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
24 innocence | |
n.无罪;天真;无害 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
25 piqued | |
v.伤害…的自尊心( pique的过去式和过去分词 );激起(好奇心) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
26 unravel | |
v.弄清楚(秘密);拆开,解开,松开 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
27 assented | |
同意,赞成( assent的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句: |
|
|
28 kindly | |
adj.和蔼的,温和的,爽快的;adv.温和地,亲切地 | |
参考例句: |
|
|
欢迎访问英文小说网 |