Mark Easterbrook’s Narrative1
It was some three weeks later that a car drove up to the front door of Pri-ors Court.
Four men got out. I was one of them. There was also Detective-InspectorLejeune and Detective-Sergeant Lee. The fourth man was Mr. Osborne,who could hardly contain his delight and excitement at being allowed tobe one of the party.
“You must hold your tongue, you know,” Lejeune admonished3 him.
“Yes, indeed, Inspector2. You can count on me absolutely. I won’t utter aword.”
“Mind you don’t.”
“I feel it’s a privilege. A great privilege, though I don’t quite understand—”
But nobody was entering into explanations at this moment.
Lejeune rang the bell and asked for Mr. Venables.
Looking rather like a deputation, the four of us were ushered4 in.
If Venables was surprised at our visit, he did not show it. His mannerwas courteous5 in the extreme. I thought again, as he wheeled his chair alittle back so as to widen the circle round him, what a very distinctive6 ap-pearance the man had. The Adam’s apple moving up and down betweenthe wings of his old-fashioned collar, the haggard profile with its curvednose like a bird of prey7.
“Nice to see you again, Easterbrook. You seem to spend a lot of timedown in this part of the world nowadays.”
There was a faint malice8 in his tone, I thought. He resumed:
“And — Detective- Inspector Lejeune, is it? That rouses my curiosity, Imust admit. So peaceful in these parts, so free from crime. And yet, a de-tective-inspector calls! What can I do for you, Detective-Inspector?”
Lejeune was very quiet, very suave9.
“There is a matter on which we think you might be able to assist us, Mr.
Venables.”
“That has a rather familiar ring, does it not? In what way do you think Ican assist you?”
“On October seventh—a parish priest of the name of Father Gormanwas murdered in West Street, Paddington. I have been given to under-stand that you were in the neighbourhood at that time—between 7:45 and8:15 in the evening, and you may have seen something that may have abearing on the matter?”
“Was I really in the neighbourhood at that time? Do you know, I doubtit, I very much doubt it. As far as I can recall I have never been in that par-ticular district of London. Speaking from memory, I do not even think Iwas in London at all just then. I go to London occasionally for an interest-ing day in the saleroom, and now and then for a medical checkup.”
“With Sir William Dugdale of Harley Street, I believe.”
Mr. Venables stared at him coldly.
“You are very well informed, Inspector.”
“Not quite so well as I should like to be. However, I’m disappointed thatyou can’t assist me in the way that I hoped. I think I owe it to you to ex-plain the facts connected with the death of Father Gorman.”
“Certainly, if you like. It is a name I have never heard until now.”
“Father Gorman had been called out on that particular foggy evening tothe deathbed of a woman nearby. She had become entangled10 with a crim-inal organisation11, at first almost unwittingly, but later certain things madeher suspect the seriousness of the matter. It was an organisation whichspecialised in the removal of unwanted persons—for a substantial fee,naturally.”
“Hardly a new idea,” murmured Venables. “In America—”
“Ah, but there were some novel features about this particular organisa-tion. To begin with, the removals were ostensibly brought about by whatmight perhaps be called psychological means. What is referred to as a‘death wish,’ said to be present in everyone, is stimulated—”
“So that the person in question obligingly commits suicide? It sounds, ifI may say so, Inspector, too good to be true.”
“Not suicide, Mr. Venables. The person in question dies a perfectly12 nat-ural death.”
“Come now. Come now. Do you really believe that? How very unlike ourhardheaded police force!”
“The headquarters of this organisation are said to be a place called thePale Horse.”
“Ah, now I begin to understand. So that is what brings you to our pleas-ant rural neighbourhood; my friend Thyrza Grey, and her nonsense!
Whether she believes it herself or not, I’ve never been able to make out.
But nonsense it is! She has a silly mediumistic friend, and the local witchcooks her dinners (quite brave to eat them—hemlock in the soup any mo-ment!). And the three old dears have worked up quite a local reputation.
Very naughty, of course, but don’t tell me Scotland Yard, or wherever youcome from, take it all seriously?”
“We take it very seriously indeed, Mr. Venables.”
“You really believe that Thyrza spouts13 some highfalutin’ nonsense, Sybilthrows a trance, and Bella does black magic, and as a result somebodydies?”
“Oh no, Mr. Venables—the cause of death is simpler than that—” Hepaused a moment.
“The cause is thallium poisoning.”
There was a momentary14 pause—
“What did you say?”
“Poisoning—by thallium salts. Quite plain and straightforward15. Only ithad to be covered up—and what better method of covering up than apseudoscientific, psychological setup — full of modern jargon16 and rein-forced by old superstitions17. Calculated to distract attention from the plainfact of administration of poison.”
“Thallium,” Mr. Venables frowned. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard of it.”
“No? Used extensively as rat poison, occasionally as a depilatory for chil-dren with ringworm. Can be obtained quite easily. Incidentally there’s apacket of it tucked away in a corner of your potting shed.”
“In my potting shed? It sounds most unlikely.”
“It’s there all right. We’ve examined some of it for testing purposes—”
Venables became slightly excited.
“Someone must have put it there. I know nothing about it! Nothing atall.”
“Is that so? You’re a man of some wealth, aren’t you, Mr. Venables?”
“What has that got to do with what we are talking about?”
“The Inland Revenue have been asking some awkward questions lately,I believe? As to source of income, that is.”
“The curse of living in England is undoubtedly18 our system of taxation19. Ihave thought very seriously of late of going to live in Bermuda.”
“I don’t think you’ll be going to Bermuda just yet awhile, Mr. Venables.”
“Is that a threat, Inspector? Because if so—”
“No, no, Mr. Venables. Just an expression of opinion. Would you like tohear just how this little racket was worked?”
“You are certainly determined20 to tell me.”
“It’s very well organised. Financial details are arranged by a debarredsolicitor called Mr. Bradley. Mr. Bradley has an office in Birmingham. Pro-spective clients visit him there, and do business. This is to say, there is abet21 on whether someone will die within a stated period… Mr. Bradley,who is fond of a wager22, is usually pessimistic in his prognostications. Theclient is usually more hopeful. When Mr. Bradley wins his bet, the moneyhas to be paid over promptly—or else something unpleasant is liable tohappen. That is all Mr. Bradley has to do—make a bet. Simple, isn’t it?
“The client next visits the Pale Horse. A show is put on by Miss ThyrzaGrey and her friends, which usually impresses him in the way it is meantto do.
“Now for the simple facts behind the scenes.
“Certain women, bonafide employees of one of the many consumer re-search concerns, are detailed23 to canvass24 a particular neighbourhood witha questionnaire. ‘What bread do you prefer? What toilet articles and cos-metics? What laxative, tonics25, sedatives26, indigestion mixtures, etc.?’ Peoplenowadays are conditioned to answering quizzes. They seldom object.
“And so to—the last step. Simple, bold, successful! The only action per-formed by the originator of the scheme in person. He may be wearing amansion flat porter’s uniform, he may be a man calling to read the gas orthe electric meter. He may be a plumber27, or an electrician, or a workmanof some kind. Whatever he is, he will have what appear to be the propercredentials with him if anyone asks to see them. Most people don’t.
Whatever role he is playing, his real object is simple—the substitution of apreparation he brings with him for a similar article which he knows (byreason of the C.R.C. questionnaires) that his victim uses. He may tap pipes,or examine meters, or test water pressure—but that is his real object. Hav-ing accomplished28 it, he leaves, and is not seen in that neighbourhoodagain.
“And for a few days perhaps nothing happens. But sooner or later, thevictim displays symptoms of illness. A doctor is called in, but has noreason to suspect anything out of the ordinary. He may question whatfood and drink, etc., the patient has taken, but he is unlikely to suspect theordinary proprietary29 article that the patient has taken for years.
“And you see the beauty of the scheme, Mr. Venables? The only personwho knows what the head of the organisation actually does—is the head ofthe organisation himself. There is no one to give him away.”
“So how do you know so much?” demanded Mr. Venables pleasantly.
“When we have suspicions of a certain person, there are ways of mak-ing sure.”
“Indeed? Such as?”
“We needn’t go into all of them. But there’s the camera, for instance. Allkinds of ingenious devices are possible nowadays. A man can be snappedwithout his suspecting the fact. We’ve got some excellent pictures, for in-stance, of a uniformed flat porter, and a gas man and so on. There aresuch things as false moustaches, different dentures, etc., but our man hasbeen recognised, quite easily—first by Mrs. Mark Easterbrook, alias30 MissKatherine Corrigan, and also by a woman called Edith Binns. Recognitionis an interesting thing, Mr. Venables. For instance, this gentleman here,Mr. Osborne, is willing to swear he saw you following Father Gorman inBarton Street on the night of the seventh of October about eight o’clock.”
“And I did see you!” Mr. Osborne leaned forward, twitching31 with excite-ment. “I described you exactly!”
“Rather too exactly, perhaps,” said Lejeune. “Because you didn’t see Mr.
Venables that night when you were standing32 outside the doorway33 of yourshop. You weren’t standing there at all. You were across the street yourself—following Father Gorman until he turned into West Street, and you cameup with him and killed him.…”
Mr. Zachariah Osborne said:
“What?”
It might have been ludicrous. It was ludicrous! The dropped jaw34, thestaring eyes…
“Let me introduce you, Mr. Venables, to Mr. Zachariah Osborne, phar-macist, late of Barton Street, Paddington. You’ll feel a personal interest inhim when I tell you that Mr. Osborne, who has been under observation forsome time, was unwise enough to plant a packet of thallium salts in yourpotting shed. Not knowing of your disability, he’d amused himself by cast-ing you as the villain35 of the piece; and being a very obstinate36, as well as avery stupid man, he refused to admit he’d made a bloomer.”
“Stupid? You dare to call me stupid? If you knew—if you’d any idea whatI’ve done—what I can do— I—”
Osborne shook and spluttered with rage.
Lejeune summed him up carefully. I was reminded of a man playing afish.
“You shouldn’t have tried to be so clever, you know,” he said reprov-ingly. “Why, if you’d just sat back in that shop of yours, and let well alone,I shouldn’t be here now, warning you, as it’s my duty to do, that anythingyou say will be taken down and—”
It was then that Mr. Osborne began to scream.

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