(Tuesday, September 11; 11 a. m.)
Jessup made a good impression from the moment he entered the room. He was a serious, determined-looking man in his early thirties, rugged1 and well built; and there was a squareness to his shoulders that carried a suggestion of military training. He walked with a decided2 limp—his right foot dragged perceptibly—and I noted3 that his left arm had been stiffened4 into a permanent arc, as if by an unreduced fracture of the elbow. He was quiet and reserved, and his eyes were steady and intelligent. Markham at once motioned him to a wicker chair beside the closet door, but he declined it, and stood before the District Attorney in a soldierly attitude of respectful attention. Markham opened the interrogation with several personal questions. It transpired5 that Jessup had been a sergeant6 in the World War,10 had twice been seriously wounded, and had been invalided7 home shortly before the Armistice8. He had held his present post of telephone operator for over a year.
“Now, Jessup,” continued Markham, “there are things connected with last night’s tragedy that you can tell us.”
“Yes, sir.” There was no doubt that this ex-soldier would tell us accurately9 anything he knew, and also that, if he had any doubt as to the correctness of his information, he would frankly10 say so. He possessed11 all the qualities of a careful and well-trained witness.
“First of all, what time did you come on duty last night?”
“At ten o’clock, sir.” There was no qualification to this blunt statement; one felt that Jessup would arrive punctually at whatever hour he was due. “It was my short shift. The day man and myself alternate in long and short shifts.”
“And did you see Miss Odell come in last night after the theatre?”
“Yes, sir. Every one who comes in has to pass the switchboard.”
“What time did she arrive?”
“It couldn’t have been more than a few minutes after eleven.”
“Was she alone?”
“No, sir. There was a gentleman with her.”
“Do you know who he was?”
“I don’t know his name, sir. But I have seen him several times before when he has called on Miss Odell.”
“You could describe him, I suppose.”
“Yes, sir. He’s tall and clean-shaven except for a very short gray moustache, and is about forty-five, I should say. He looks—if you understand me, sir—like a man of wealth and position.”
Markham nodded. “And now, tell me: did he accompany Miss Odell into her apartment, or did he go immediately away?”
“He went in with Miss Odell, and stayed about half an hour.”
Markham’s eyes brightened, and there was a suppressed eagerness in his next words.
“Then he arrived about eleven, and was alone with Miss Odell in her apartment until about half past eleven. You’re sure of these facts?”
“Yes, sir, that’s correct,” the man affirmed.
Markham paused and leaned forward.
“Now, Jessup, think carefully before answering: did any one else call on Miss Odell at any time last night?”
“No one, sir,” was the unhesitating reply.
“How can you be so sure?”
“I would have seen them, sir. They would have had to pass the switchboard in order to reach this apartment.”
“And don’t you ever leave the switchboard?” asked Markham.
“No, sir,” the man assured him vigorously, as if protesting against the implication that he would desert a post of duty. “When I want a drink of water, or go to the toilet, I use the little lavatory12 in the reception-room; but I always hold the door open and keep my eye on the switchboard in case the pilot-light should show up for a telephone call. Nobody could walk down the hall, even if I was in the lavatory, without my seeing them.”
One could well believe that the conscientious13 Jessup kept his eye at all times on the switchboard lest a call should flash and go unanswered. The man’s earnestness and reliability14 were obvious; and there was no doubt in any of our minds, I think, that if Miss Odell had had another visitor that night, Jessup would have known of it.
But Heath, with the thoroughness of his nature, rose quickly and stepped out into the main hall. In a moment he returned, looking troubled but satisfied.
“Right!” he nodded to Markham. “The lavatory door’s on a direct unobstructed line with the switchboard.”
Jessup took no notice of this verification of his statement, and stood, his eyes attentively15 on the District Attorney, awaiting any further questions that might be asked him. There was something both admirable and confidence-inspiring in his unruffled demeanor16.
“What about last night?” resumed Markham. “Did you leave the switchboard often, or for long?”
“Just once, sir; and then only to go to the lavatory for a minute or two. But I watched the board the whole time.”
“And you’d be willing to state on oath that no one else called on Miss Odell from ten o’clock on, and that no one, except her escort, left her apartment after that hour?”
“Yes, sir, I would.”
He was plainly telling the truth, and Markham pondered several moments before proceeding17.
“What about the side door?”
“That’s kept locked all night, sir. The janitor18 bolts it when he leaves, and unbolts it in the morning. I never touch it.”
Markham leaned back and turned to Heath.
“The testimony19 of the janitor and Jessup here,” he said, “seems to limit the situation pretty narrowly to Miss Odell’s escort. If, as seems reasonable to assume, the side door was bolted all night, and if no other caller came or went through the front door, it looks as if the man we wanted to find was the one who brought her home.”
Heath gave a short mirthless laugh.
“That would be fine, sir, if something else hadn’t happened around here last night.” Then, to Jessup: “Tell the District Attorney the rest of the story about this man.”
Markham looked toward the operator with expectant interest; and Vance, lifting himself on one elbow, listened attentively.
Jessup spoke20 in a level voice, with the alert and careful manner of a soldier reporting to his superior officer.
“It was just this, sir. When the gentleman came out of Miss Odell’s apartment at about half past eleven, he stopped at the switchboard and asked me to get him a Yellow Taxicab. I put the call through, and while he was waiting for the car, Miss Odell screamed and called for help. The gentleman turned and rushed to the apartment door, and I followed quickly behind him. He knocked; but at first there was no answer. Then he knocked again, and at the same time called out to Miss Odell and asked her what was the matter. This time she answered. She said everything was all right, and told him to go home and not to worry. Then he walked back with me to the switchboard, remarking that he guessed Miss Odell must have fallen asleep and had a nightmare. We talked for a few minutes about the war, and then the taxicab came. He said good night, and went out, and I heard the car drive away.”
It was plain to see that this epilogue of the departure of Miss Odell’s anonymous21 escort completely upset Markham’s theory of the case. He looked down at the floor with a baffled expression, and smoked vigorously for several moments. At last he asked:
“How long was it after this man came out of the apartment that you heard Miss Odell scream?”
“About five minutes. I had put my connection through to the taxicab company, and it was a minute or so later that she screamed.”
“Was the man near the switchboard?”
“Yes, sir. In fact, he had one arm resting on it.”
“How many times did Miss Odell scream? And just what did she say when she called for help?”
“She screamed twice, and then cried ‘Help! Help!’ ”
“And when the man knocked on the door the second time, what did he say?”
“And can you remember her exact words when she answered him?”
Jessup hesitated, and frowned reflectively.
“As I recall, she said: ‘There’s nothing the matter. I’m sorry I screamed. Everything’s all right, so please go home, and don’t worry.’ . . . Of course, that may not be exactly what she said, but it was something very close to it.”
“You could hear her plainly through the door, then?”
“Oh, yes. These doors are not very thick.”
Markham rose, and began pacing meditatively23. At length, halting in front of the operator, he asked another question:
“Did you hear any other suspicious sounds in this apartment after the man left?”
“Not a sound of any kind, sir,” Jessup declared. “Some one from outside the building, however, telephoned Miss Odell about ten minutes later, and a man’s voice answered from her apartment.”
“What’s this!” Markham spun24 round, and Heath sat up at attention, his eyes wide. “Tell me every detail of that call.”
Jessup complied unemotionally.
“About twenty minutes to twelve a trunk-light flashed on the board, and when I answered it, a man asked for Miss Odell. I plugged the connection through, and after a short wait the receiver was lifted from her phone—you can tell when a receiver’s taken off the hook, because the guide-light on the board goes out—and a man’s voice answered ‘Hello.’ I pulled the listening-in key over, and, of course, didn’t hear any more.”
There was silence in the apartment for several minutes. Then Vance, who had been watching Jessup closely during the interview, spoke.
“By the bye, Mr. Jessup,” he asked carelessly, “were you yourself, by any chance, a bit fascinated—let us say—by the charming Miss Odell?”
For the first time since entering the room the man appeared ill at ease. A dull flush overspread his cheeks.
“I thought she was a very beautiful lady,” he answered resolutely25.
“That will be all for the moment, Jessup.”
The man bowed stiffly and limped out.
“This case is becoming positively28 fascinatin’,” murmured Vance, relaxing once more upon the davenport.
“It’s comforting to know that some one’s enjoying it.” Markham’s tone was irritable29. “And what, may I ask, was the object of your question concerning Jessup’s sentiments toward the dead woman?”
“Oh, just a vagrant30 notion struggling in my brain,” returned Vance. “And then, y’ know, a bit of boudoir racontage always enlivens a situation, what?”
Heath, rousing himself from gloomy abstraction, spoke up.
“We’ve still got the finger-prints, Mr. Markham. And I’m thinking that they’re going to locate our man for us.”
“But even if Dubois does identify those prints,” said Markham, “we’ll have to show how the owner of them got into this place last night. He’ll claim, of course, they were made prior to the crime.”
“Well, it’s a sure thing,” declared Heath stubbornly, “that there was some man in here last night when Odell got back from the theatre, and that he was still here until after the other man left at half past eleven. The woman’s screams and the answering of that phone call at twenty minutes to twelve prove it. And since Doc Doremus said that the murder took place before midnight, there’s no getting away from the fact that the guy who was hiding in here did the job.”
“That appears incontrovertible,” agreed Markham. “And I’m inclined to think it was some one she knew. She probably screamed when he first revealed himself, and then, recognizing him, calmed down and told the other man out in the hall that nothing was the matter. . . . Later on he strangled her.”
“And, I might suggest,” added Vance, “that his place of hiding was that clothes-press.”
“Sure,” the Sergeant concurred31. “But what’s bothering me is how he got in here. The day operator who was at the switchboard until ten last night told me that the man who called and took Odell out to dinner was the only visitor she had.”
“Bring the day man in here,” he ordered. “We’ve got to straighten this thing out. Somebody got in here last night, and before I leave I’m going to find out how it was done.”
Vance gave him a look of patronizing amusement.
“Y’ know, Markham,” he said, “I’m not blessed with the gift of psychic34 inspiration, but I have one of those strange, indescribable feelings, as the minor35 poets say, that if you really contemplate36 remaining in this bestrewn boudoir till you’ve discovered how the mysterious visitor gained admittance here last night, you’d do jolly well to send for your toilet access’ries and several changes of fresh linen—not to mention your pyjamas37. The chap who engineered this little soirée planned his entrance and exit most carefully and perspicaciously38.”
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