The night search of the island had given up nothing and a daylight exploration was set for the morning. Before this, however, Rawson wanted to go through Miss Saunders’ room, which by his orders had been locked and left untouched. It occupied the corner of the second floor directly above the library, the first of the long line of bedchambers that stretched across the land front of the house. Their doors opened upon a hall that traversed the building from end to end, its central section forming one side of the gallery.
In her short stay the girl seemed to have impressed the place with her dainty charm. It was beauty’s bower2, a bright and scented3 nest, chintz bung, with white fur rugs on the floor and silken cushions which bore the impress of her light weight. Steeped in the morning sun, warm and [Pg 155]still, it extended its welcome as if waiting for her entrance. The signs of feminine occupation caught the eyes of the men and held them chilled on the threshold. Enhancements of her beauty were strewn on the bureau, the garments that had clothed her graceful4 body lay on the bed where her hand had thrown them. A delicate perfume filled the air, the fragrance5 of her passing habitation still lingering in ghostlike sweetness after the living presence had gone.
Rawson moved first, shaking off the spell. He looked into the open wardrobe trunk, completely packed but for the last hanger6. “Going to put her costume there,” he said, touching7 it with his index finger. He pulled out the drawers and ran his eye over their contents. A gray crêpe dress lay across the foot of the bed, beside it a cloak and a black hat with a water-lily garnishing8 the brim. “These,” he said, “were the clothes left out to wear.”
Bassett nodded. He could see Sybil in the gray dress with her hair a golden fluff below the edge [Pg 156]of the black hat. She had worn them on the way up and been pleased when he had admired her costume.
They went over the desk; a few postage stamps and a writing tablet. But the desk had evidently not been used—the square of new blotting9 paper in the carved leather holder10 was unmarked. The waste-paper basket only contained a torn veil and the wrapper of a package of hair pins. On the bed-table was a book and a candy box containing two chocolate bonbons11.
By the bureau an open bag stood on a chair. There was nothing in this but a book, one of the many treatises12 on self-development and the achievement of spiritual calm and control. Poor Sybil! Bassett turned away with a sick heart—had she found now what she had been striving for?
The dressing-table was the only place in the room that her neat arranging hand had not touched. It was covered with a litter of toilet articles, cold-cream jars, rouge13 boxes, powders and [Pg 157]scents, a silver hand mirror, a pair of long white gloves. Williams picked up a bead14 bag and opened it. It contained a wisp of handkerchief, a bunch of keys, a lip-stick and a gold change purse. In the central compartment15 were three five-dollar bills and in the gold purse one dollar and thirty-five cents in coin.
“Why not?” said Bassett. “I guess some of us haven’t that much. She didn’t need any. All our expenses were paid and she was going straight home. One of those bills was probably intended for Miss Pinkney.”
Nothing more came to light. The closets were empty, the bathroom contained a few toilet articles and a nightgown and negligée hanging on the door. Obviously a place swept clean for a coming departure by one who had no premonition that that departure would be final.
They passed out and along the hall, Rawson wanting to see the disposition17 of the passages and [Pg 158]stairs. At the door next to Miss Saunders’ he stopped, asking who occupied that room. It was vacant now but had been Joe Tracy’s. He opened the door and looked in upon another chintz-hung chamber1, all signs of recent habitation removed that morning by Miss Pinkney’s energetic hand. A steamer trunk in the corner caught his attention and Bassett explained it was young Tracy’s trunk which his sister was to take back to New York with her.
Beyond that the hall ran into the gallery passing under an arch of carved wood. They traversed it, looking down into the richly colored expanse of the room below, and fared on under a companion arch into the last stretch of the hall. At the stair-head Rawson halted:
“Only two flights connecting with this floor, the one in the front by the library and this. Now the top story—how do you get to that?”
Bassett showed them a staircase at the end of the hall. He had never been up there himself, but some one, Mrs. Cornell, he thought, had. It was [Pg 159]the servants’ quarters and had not been occupied during their stay, Miss Pinkney and her helper having had rooms on the gallery.
Later on they would take a look up there, the island was their business now. According to Williams, all this searching was merely a formality, and they descended18 the stairs conferring together. It was their purpose to keep Stokes and his wife from any possibility of private communication. Shine had been delegated to stay beside one or other of them, and so far, they had made no attempts to get together. Their amenability19 added to Williams’ suspicion and it was his suggestion that they should bring Stokes with them on their hunt. When that was finished they planned taking Mrs. Stokes to the place of the murder and making her rehearse just what she had seen.
Starting from the Point they explored the island foot by foot, scouting20 across the open expanses where a rabbit could hardly have hidden and prying21 into the hollows and rifts22 of the boulders23 on the shore. On the sea front, wedged [Pg 160]between miniature cliffs, there were triangles and crescents of sand, bathing beaches with small pavilions built against the cliffs. But no foot-prints marred24 the sand’s wave-beaten smoothness, no trail of broken grass and brambles indicated the passage of a body. The path that followed the bluff25’s edge, making a detour26 round the ravines, yielded neither trace nor clue. The dressing-rooms back of the amphitheater behind a clump27 of cedars28, gave no sign of having harbored an alien presence. The little amphitheater itself, sunk in its green cup, lay open to their eyes as they stood on its brink29. They walked among the stone seats, seamed with a velvet30 padding of moss31, and gathered up a few programs, a pair of woman’s gloves and a necklace of blue beads32.
That brought them to the end. The house had no outbuildings; garages, barns and sheds were in the village across the channel. There was no one in hiding on the island.
They found Flora33, Shine and Mrs. Cornell on the balcony. As they came up Flora looked at [Pg 161]them and then averted34 her glance as if in proud determination to show no curiosity. Rouge had been applied35 to her cheeks and her dry lips were a vivid rose color. The high tints36 showed ghastly on her withered37 skin but her dark eyes were scintillant38 with an avid39 burning vitality40. It was like a face still holding the colors and hot warmth of youth suddenly stricken by untimely age.
Williams, halting at the foot of the steps, told her what they wanted—her position and Miss Saunders’ at the time of the shooting, going over the ground and making it clear to them. She rose alertly with a quick understanding nod—she would be glad to, it was her earnest desire to be of help to them in any way she could. Rawson noticed that she did not look at her husband but kept her eyes on Williams with an intent frowning concentration, moving her head in agreement with his instructions.
At the shore she was eager to explain everything, took her place on the path where she had been when she saw Sybil appear on the other side [Pg 162]of the hollow. Her rendering41 of the scene was graphic42 and given with much careful detail. The men, grouped about, followed her indicating hand, stopping her now and then with a question. Stokes stood back watching, his face in the searching daylight smoothly43 yellow like a face of wax.
Williams’ questions were many and pointed44, and it soon became evident to Bassett what he had in his mind—that her explanation of her actions did not account for the length of time she had been on the shore. Whether she saw it or not he could not tell; checked in her story she would answer patiently, reiterating45 her first statement that her stunned46 condition had robbed her of the power of thought or motion. But he was sure Stokes had grasped the trend of the query47; he drew nearer, his flexible lips working, the hand hanging at his side clenching48 and unclenching. Once he assayed to speak, a hoarse49 sound throttled50 in escape. It pierced the strained attention she was giving her questioners, and, for the first time, she hesitated and fumbled51 for her words.
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When it was over and they returned to the house, Stokes dropped to her side and drew her hand through his arm. She drooped52 against him; her narrow body looked nerveless, as if but for his support it would have crumpled53 and sunk. But he planted his feet with a hard defiance54, each step drew a ringing echo from the rocks and he held his head high. Bassett, following them, noted55 his rigid56 carriage, and when he turned his profile, the wide nostril57 spread like that of a winded horse.
There was a ghastly lunch. The men of the law ate greedily and without words. Shine was ashamed that he had any appetite and tried to appease58 it with bread which he could extract from the plate in front of him without notice. There was almost no speech. Miss Pinkney, executing her duties with an automatic precision, did what waiting was necessary, and her voice, inquiring their needs and proffering59 second helpings60, broke desolate61 expanses of silence.
When it was over Williams and Rawson took up the trail again. They were now going to direct[Pg 164] their attention to the Point, especially the summer-house, from which a path led to the summit of the bluff whence Sybil had fallen. Bassett, who had hoped to get a word with Anne, was bidden to join them, and the three left the house step by step tracing the passage of the dead girl.
They began with the pine grove62. Needles carpeted the ground, slippery smooth, a beaten trail winding63 between the tree trunks. Beyond it the path ascended64 the bare slope to the summer-house. “No place to hide here,” Rawson said. “The murderer, if Mrs. Stokes’ story is true, was either in the open or in the summer-house.” They paused, moved on, bent65 for a closer scrutiny66 of the dry grass, searched for an imprint67 in the pebbled68 walk. Secretive as the rest of the island, the way divulged69 nothing. Sybil’s light foot had made no faintest mark, she had gone to her death leaving no track nor trace.
The summer-house, a small, six-sided building, was covered by a thick growth of Virginia creeper that swathed its rustic70 shape. In four of its walls [Pg 165]the vines, matted into a mantle71 of green, had been cut away to form windows. Framed in these squares sea and land views were like pictures brilliantly bright from the shaded interior. The other two sides held the entrances, one giving on the path that descended to the pine grove, one to its continuation to the Point. A circular seat ran round the walls and a table in the same bark-covered wood was the only movable piece of furniture. This was drawn72 up against the seat at one side. Rawson moved it out as the other two ran exploring eyes over the walls, the door-sills and the floor of wooden planking upon which a few leaves were scattered73.
“Here,” he cried suddenly. “What’s this?” and drew from a crevice74 where the legs crossed, some scraps75 of a coarse gold material.
He held them up against the light of the opening—three short strands76 of what might have been the gilt77 string used to tie Christmas packages.
“What do you know about this?” he said, offering them to Bassett’s gaze.
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Bassett looked, and Williams with craned neck and lifted brows looked too. They were exactly of a length, broken filaments78 of thread attached to the end of each.
“They’ve been torn off something,” Rawson indicated the threads, “caught in that joint79 of the table legs and pulled off. Did she have anything like this on her dress anywhere, a trimming or——”
“Fringe,” Bassett interrupted, “the fringe on her sash.”
“Ah!” Rawson could not hide his exultation80. “Now we’ve got something we can get our teeth into.”
“Yes.” Bassett took the pieces and studied them in the light. “That’s what it is. She wore a wide sash round her waist with ends that hung down edged with gold fringe. This is a bit of it.”
“Well,” said Williams, “that’s a starter anyhow. She was in here.”
Rawson sat on the bench and drew the table into its former position:
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“It not only proves she was in here, but it proves a good deal more. This is the way she was, with the table as we found it close in front of her. The ends of her sash would have been in contact with the table legs. Now she jumped up quickly—do you get that? If she’d gone slow or had time to think she’d have felt the pull and unloosed the sash—but she sprang up, didn’t notice.” He looked from one to the other, his lean face alight.
“Frightened,” said Bassett.
“So frightened she didn’t feel it, and moved with such force she tore the fringe off. That scare took her up from the seat and sent her flying through the doorway81 for the Point.”
“Hold on now,” said Williams. “If she was as scared as that why didn’t she go for the house where there were people?”
“Because she was too scared to think. Some one with a pistol was on the other side of the table.” He rose and went to the entrance facing the Point. “And the person with the pistol shot [Pg 168]at her from here—winged her as she ran.” He turned to Bassett. “That’s why you saw no one when you looked out after you first heard the shot. The murderer was in here lying low.”
“Yes.” Bassett thought back over the moment when he had stood in the living-room doorway. “That’s the only place he could have been or I’d have seen him. But they wouldn’t have been any time together—couldn’t have had a quarrel or a scene. According to Mrs. Cornell it was only six or seven minutes after she saw Sybil go out that she heard the shot. That would give them only two or three minutes in here.”
“Time enough to draw a gun and back it up with a few sentences. It bears out what I’ve thought from the start—not an accidental meeting but a date, to which the woman came unsuspecting and the other primed to kill.”
“Then Mrs. Stokes got on to that date,” said Williams, “and broke in on it. And there’s only one person that date could have been with—Stokes.”
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Bassett’s nerves were raw with strain and anxiety. This reiteration82 of a rendezvous83 with Stokes maddened him:
“But it couldn’t have been. I’ve told you. I knew Miss Saunders well. I know what she felt about the man, and besides I have the evidence of my own eyes that she avoided him in every way she could. Make an appointment to meet him alone! She’d as soon make an appointment with Satan.”
Neither of the men answered him for a moment. Williams regarded his sentiment with respect. He had been a friend of the dead girl’s and it was natural he should stand up for her, whether rightly or wrongly Williams was not yet sure. Rawson was impressed; he had formed a high opinion of the director’s candor84 and truthfulness85 and his words weighed with him:
“I go a good deal by what you say, Mr. Bassett, and as to this meeting of which I’m convinced—whom it was with I don’t know. Williams here has made up his mind and worked out [Pg 170]his case. I don’t agree with him. I believe Mrs. Stokes is telling the truth. What she says hangs together all right. I think her explanation of the passage of time when she was on the shore is entirely86 plausible87. That she may know something is possible, but I don’t think she’s guilty.”
“Then you must think it’s Stokes,” said Williams with some heat. “There’s nobody else it could be.”
“I don’t see Stokes as deliberately89 murdering the woman he was in love with. That’s generally an act of impulse, sudden desperation. And there was no impulse here. Careful premeditation—the stealing of the revolver, luring90 her to this summer-house, the threats or rage when she got here that made her fly. It’s more like the working out of revenge than the act of blind passion. Stokes doesn’t look to me the kind of man that would kill so carefully. He’s too soft.”
“Then who is it?” Williams exclaimed. “Somebody killed her.”
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Rawson moved toward the doorway:
“That’s about all I’m willing to agree to at present. But I’d like to see Stokes again. He and his wife may know more than they say—I don’t deny that—but she’s got a better nerve than he has. We’ll get him into the library and have a whack91 at him.”
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