Bassett on the wharf2 in the cove3 watched the launch approaching over the glistening4 floor of water. As it grated against the boards he heard his name in a deep-throated bass1 voice and the big body of the sheriff climbed over the side. A rough padded hand grasped his, and “Well, Mr. Bassett, the law’s got us together again,” was growled5 into his ear.
Two more figures followed him. One was Rawson, the district-attorney, whom the vivid light revealed as a man much younger than Williams, tall and narrow-shouldered, with a lean New England visage and a pair of horn spectacles astride a high-bridged nose. The other was disposed of with a casual hand-wave and a murmur6 of “Patrick,” brought, it was explained, to take charge of the causeway. Rawson, it appeared, knew Gull7 [Pg 116]Island well, having been there several times on legal business for Mr. Driscoll.
As they walked back Bassett told his story. He noticed that the younger man’s questions were sharp and to the point and before they had gone half-way realized that Rawson was of a much higher grade of education and intelligence than his coadjutor. A smart chap, he thought, and felt his burden lightened—they could do good teamwork. Stopping by the edge of the pine wood he pointed8 out the scene of the shooting and was again struck by the man’s quick comprehension.
“You couldn’t have a murder committed in a better place than this—better for us. Once you’re on here it’s a damned hard business getting off. These folks are as good as in prison. Now, Mr. Bassett, just where does that causeway lie?”
The channel stretched before them, a shining expanse, ripple-creased, summits of rock emerging. The receding10 water was like a silver veil [Pg 117]being slowly withdrawn11, its delicate tissue torn by sharp-edged projections12. Bassett pointed beyond the wharf:
“There! Below the water there are steps cut in the rock that lead down to it. It goes straight across to a breakwater and landing outside the village, a bank and a belt of trees above. The whole stretch won’t be clear till nearly midnight.”
Williams gave his instructions to the man Patrick—a watch on the causeway, any one stopped who came from the mainland or attempted to leave the island. Patrick, a silent massive countryman, with a stolid13 bull-dog face, thrust out his chin and nodded. He slouched off, the sound of his heavy boots loud on the rocks. The others turned toward the house, the light from its opened door falling outward in a long golden square.
The occupants of the room heard them and looked at one another. Mrs. Cornell, with clenched14 hands, slowly stood up, and the rest, like people in church who see a figure rise and simultaneously[Pg 118] follow its example, got to their feet. They stood by their chairs, motionless, all facing the same way. It was like an ensemble15 scene in a theater.
The three men entered and under the shadow of the gallery paused for a moment surveying the standing16 figures much as they might have looked at some spectacle arranged for their approval. William was surprised at their number and their line ranged like a battle front. Rawson’s sharp eye ran over the faces, mentally ticketing them, and Bassett, with no precedent17 to guide him, walked toward his associates and announced:
“Ladies and gentlemen, the authorities have come. Mr. Rawson and Mr. Williams.”
They bowed and then not knowing what to do next, subsided18 into their seats. The men came forward, moving to the long table where Williams sat down, fumbling19 in his pocket for a fountain pen and paper and clearing a space for the taking of notes. Rawson, surveying the seated assemblage, said:
[Pg 119]
“This is the whole of your company, Mr. Bassett?”
“All who were here at the time of the murder. Several of the actors and assistants left at five-thirty and Joe Tracy, one of the company at a quarter to seven.”
“You saw them go?”
“I saw the first lot go. I didn’t see Tracy. But,” he looked at Anne, “this is his sister, Miss Tracy. She probably did.”
“Did you, Miss Tracy?” said Rawson.
Her voice was very low but steady and clear:
“Yes, he went.”
“Well, that disposes of them,” said Rawson, and drawing up a chair, sat down facing the line of solemn people.
There were a few formalities to go through. A general agreement on the time of the murder—a few minutes before seven disposed of that, and the interrogation of Mrs. Stokes, the one eyewitness20, followed.
She began well, telling the story she had told [Pg 120]Bassett. When she described her first view of Sybil running to the edge of the Point, Rawson interrupted with a question:
“Was she running fast, as if some one was after her, as if she was frightened?”
“Yes, she was running fast but I don’t know whether she was frightened. I wasn’t close enough to see anything like that, and I didn’t have time to see. Just as I was looking at her the shot came.”
“Did you notice the direction it came from?”
“No—it was like a sort of loud snap in the air. I heard it and she staggered along a few steps and went over.”
“Did you hear any sounds—footsteps? A person makes a noise on this rocky ground.”
“I didn’t hear a thing.” She leaned toward Rawson with haggard insistence21. “I couldn’t hear anything. I was stunned22. Mr. Bassett asked me that and you all seem to think I ought to have heard the person—the murderer—or tried to catch him. But I hadn’t any sense, I just [Pg 121]stood there paralyzed, not grasping what had happened.”
“Mr. Bassett says you went out on the rocks and tried to catch the body.”
“Oh, yes. Then I came back to life. I ran down into the hollow and out on the rocks as far as I could go. And she was going by on the current—her hair and her dress all whirled about. Oh God, why was I the one to see it!”
Stokes addressed her, his voice low and urgent:
“And then you came back to the house?”
“Yes, but I stood there watching her for a few minutes. I don’t know how long, desperate, not knowing what to do. And then I started to run back here and I fell down. I suppose I was shaking so and the rocks were slippery. I think I fell twice, but I don’t know. I seemed to be half-crazy.”
“You saw or heard nothing on your way back?”
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“No, no, I keep telling you,” her voice grew higher. “I never saw anybody. If anybody was there he must have been hiding. They could have heard me—I was screaming.” She turned to the others. “Wasn’t I screaming?”
Bassett confirmed her statement and she went on, her voice still higher, the cords in her neck starting out:
“Of course they heard me and hid—got out of the way. Some stranger. We were all in the house, everybody here was in the house. It couldn’t have been any of them.”
Stokes half rose: “Flora—please!”
She turned violently on him:
“Why shouldn’t I say it? I’m not afraid. I was the only person outside and it couldn’t have been me.” She faced round on Rawson. “Nobody could think that. Ask them—these people. They’ll tell you.”
“That’s not at all necessary, Mrs. Stokes.” Rawson was mild and suave25. “Now if you’ll try to be calm——”
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“Calm, calm,” she groaned26 and bent27 almost double, dropping her face into her hands. Stokes got up, chalk-white in the lamplight:
“My wife’s pretty well knocked out, Mr. Rawson.”
“Quite understandable, Mr. Stokes. We won’t trouble her any more just now. And if the rest of you ladies and gentlemen will refrain from saying what you think or offering suggestions we’ll get on a good deal quicker.”
Stokes took his chair. Flora raised herself and dropped against the back of hers with upraised chin and closed eyes. Bassett had a photographic impression of Williams, striking softly on his teeth with his fountain pen and looking at her.
They went on to Stokes who was very clear and composed. He had walked about—down the path to the pine wood and round that end of the house. It was absolutely still and he had heard nobody. He was not sure of the direction of the shot as he had been reading a paper at the time. [Pg 124]Like the rest of them he had had no suspicion of anything serious or, of course, he would have investigated.
Everybody else was in the house. Bassett indicated their positions, pointing them out as he explained their whereabouts.
Miss Saunders’ movements followed. She had spent the earlier part of the evening sitting on the cliffs with Miss Tracy. Miss Tracy had left her some time after six, Miss Saunders saying she would follow but wanted to see the end of the sunset. No one had seen her come back but she had come back, for shortly before seven Mrs. Cornell had noticed her leaving the house.
Mrs. Cornell, invested with the grisly excitement of the hour, was eager to tell what she knew. She had been standing at the window of her room, and she saw Sybil on the path below passing the end of the balcony. Mrs. Cornell was surprised for it was not far from supper-time and Sybil was still in her Viola dress. She had not watched her, but had gone back to lock the trunk. Both she [Pg 125]and Miss Pinkney agreed that the shot had followed soon after—about six or seven minutes they thought.
They diverged28 to the place of the murder, the Point. The last person who had been there was Shine, somewhere round six-thirty, though he couldn’t swear to the time. He’d stayed there perhaps ten minutes, walking round, and had then gone up to the garden. As far as he could see the place was deserted29. In answer to the question had he seen any one on his way back, he said he had seen Mrs. Stokes walking along the ocean bluffs30 and Mr. Stokes reading a paper on the balcony.
This ended the interrogations for the time being. The company was told they might retire to their rooms. But they were to understand that they were held on Gull Island for the present, no going off on any pretext31 or holding communication with any one on the mainland. Also—and Mr. Rawson was emphatic—once in their rooms they were to stay in them unless sent for by him. [Pg 126]He did not want any wandering about in the halls or talking together.
They rose weariedly and prepared to go. Stokes helped his wife to her feet and Bassett edged between the chairs toward Anne.
“How are you?” he murmured, for her appearance shocked him.
“All right. There’s nothing the matter with me.”
“Try to get some rest.”
“Will they want us any more to-night?”
“I don’t think so—not you anyway.”
Stokes and Flora moved toward the hall door, the woman limply hanging on her husband’s arm. Rawson’s voice arrested them:
“Mr. and Mrs. Stokes, just wait a minute.”
Everybody stopped in mid-transit, holding their positions as if they were standing to be photographed.
“Where is your room or rooms?”
“We’re together in a room on this floor out in the hall here opposite the stairs.”
[Pg 127]
“I’d rather Mrs. Stokes went up to the second floor.” He turned to Bassett, “You have space up there I suppose?”
“Space!” It came from Miss Pinkney before Bassett had time to answer—these hirelings of the law did not realize where they were. “We’ve put up more people here than you could get into one of those flea-bitten hotels up your way.”
“Take her things up there. You help her.”
Flora turned stricken eyes on her husband. He said nothing but very gently loosened her fingers on his arm. They trailed away, Miss Pinkney stalking ahead. Mrs. Cornell and Anne made their exit by the opposite door. Both were silent as they climbed the stairs. Mrs. Cornell’s door opened and closed on her, and Anne fared on to hers on the side stretch of the gallery. She looked down into the lighted room, saw Shine move toward the entrance, heard his voice, loud and startled:
“Why, there’s some one down by the dock!”
The other men wheeled sharply, on the alert. She stopped, head bent, listening.
[Pg 128]
“Patrick—the damned fool.” It was Williams. “Told to watch the causeway and standing up there like a lighthouse.”
“Oh, it’s your man. I’ll go down and tell him.” Shine wanted to help all he could before his retirement32 to the butler’s bedroom. “He ought to be where he won’t show, is that it?”
“Yes, tell him to stow his carcass somewhere out of sight. He ain’t there to advertise the fact he’s on guard.”
“If he gets in the shadow under the roof of the boat-house,” said Bassett, “he can command the whole length of it and not be seen from either side.”
“That’s the dope. The neck of this bottle’s the causeway and it’s going to be corked33 good and tight to-night.”
Anne’s door closed without a sound.
The three men turned back from the entrance. “Is that woman gone up-stairs yet?” Rawson murmured to his assistant as Williams stepped to the middle of the room and watched the gallery. [Pg 129]He continued to watch it till Flora and Miss Pinkney appeared and finally were shut away behind their several doors, then he looked at Rawson and nodded.
“Now,” said the district-attorney to Bassett, “I want you to show me where that pistol was.”
Bassett indicated the desk:
“In the third drawer of the desk. Miss Pinkney is certain it was there this morning.”
“And you know it wasn’t there when you looked after the shooting?” Rawson went to the desk as he spoke34.
“I can swear it wasn’t.”
Rawson pulled out the drawer and thrust in his hand.
“Well, it’s here now,” he said, and drew out a revolver.
He held it toward them on his palm. They stared at it, for the moment too surprised for comment. Rawson broke it open; there was one empty chamber35.
“Can we get into some room where there’s more [Pg 130]privacy than this place?” he said. “I want some more talk with you, Mr. Bassett.”
Bassett directed them to the library. He put out the living-room lights and followed them.
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growled
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relish
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receding
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