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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Green God + +Author: Frederic Arnold Kummer + +Illustrator: R. F. Schabelitz + +Release Date: June 29, 2010 [EBook #33019] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE GREEN GOD *** + + + + +Produced by Suzanne Shell, Sharon Verougstraete and the +Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + + + + +<div class="figcenter padtop padbase" style="width: 406px;"> +<img src="images/ggcover.jpg" width="406" height="600" alt="Cover" title="" /> +</div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<div class="figcenter padtop padbase" style="width: 410px;"> +<img src="images/gg01.png" width="410" height="600" alt=""GENTLEMEN," HE SAID IN A FRIGHTENED SORT OF VOICE, +"MISS TEMPLE CANNOT BE FOUND."" title="" /> +<span class="caption">"GENTLEMEN," HE SAID IN A FRIGHTENED SORT OF VOICE, +"MISS TEMPLE CANNOT BE FOUND."</span> +</div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<div class="figcenter padtop padbase" style="width: 368px;"> +<img src="images/ggtp.jpg" width="368" height="600" alt="" title="" /> +<span class="caption">THE GREEN GOD<br /> +by<br /> +Frederic Arnold Kummer<br /> +Illustrations by<br /> +R. F. Schabelitz<br /> +NEW YORK<br /> +W. J. WATT & COMPANY<br /> +PUBLISHERS</span> +</div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p class="center"> +<span class="smcap">Copyright</span>, 1911, <span class="smcap">by</span><br /> +W. J. WATT & COMPANY<br /> +<br /> +<i>Published September</i><br /> +<br /> +PRESS OF<br /> +BRAUNWORTH & CO.<br /> +BOOKBINDERS AND PRINTERS<br /> +BROOKLYN, N. Y.<br /> +</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CONTENTS" id="CONTENTS"></a>CONTENTS</h2> + + + + + + + + +<table border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="0" summary="Contents"> +<tr><td align="left" colspan="2">CHAPTER </td><td align="right"> PAGE</td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">I </td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Mr. Ashton</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_1">1</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">II </td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">A Cry in the Morning</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_28">28</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">III </td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">A Queer Discovery</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_48">48</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">IV </td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">I Advise Miss Temple</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_79">79</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">V </td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Major Temple's Story</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_101">101</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">VI </td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Oriental Perfume</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_120">120</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">VII </td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">In the Temple of Buddha</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_142">142</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">VIII </td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Inspector Burns' Conclusions</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_161">161</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">IX </td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Miss Temple's Disappearance</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_182">182</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">X </td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Miss Temple's Testimony</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_198">198</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">XI </td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Vengeance of Buddha</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_228">228</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">XII </td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">I Ask Miss Temple a Question</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_247">247</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">XIII </td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">A Night of Horror</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_267">267</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">XIV </td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Secret of the Green Room</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_286">286</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[1]</a></span></td></tr> +</table> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="THE_GREEN_GOD" id="THE_GREEN_GOD"></a>THE GREEN GOD</h2> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_I" id="CHAPTER_I"></a>CHAPTER I</h2> + +<h3>MR. ASHTON</h3> + + +<p>The dull October afternoon was rapidly +drawing to a close as I passed +through the village of Pinhoe, and +set my steps rather wearily toward Exeter. +I had conceived the idea, some time before, +of walking from London to Torquay, partly +because I felt the need of the exercise and +fresh air, and partly because I wanted to +do some sketching in the southwest counties. +Perhaps had I realized, when I +started out, what manner of adventure +would befall me in the neighborhood of +the town of Exeter, I should have given +that place a wide berth. As matters now +stood, my chief concern at the moment was<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[2]</a></span> +to decide whether or not I could reach there +before the impending storm broke. For +a time I had thought of spending the night +at the inn at Pinhoe, but, after a careful +examination of the wind-swept sky and the +masses of dun colored clouds rolling up +from the southwest, I decided that I could +cover the intervening five miles and reach +the Half Moon Hotel in High street before +the coming of the storm. I had left +Pinhoe perhaps half a mile to the rear, +when the strong southwest gale whipped +into my face some drops of cold, stinging +rain which gave me warning that my calculations +as to the proximity of the storm +had been anything but correct. I hesitated, +uncertain whether to go forward in +the face of the gale, or to beat a hasty retreat +to the village, when I heard behind +me the sound of an approaching automobile.</p> + +<p>The car was proceeding at a moderate +speed, and as I stepped to the side of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[3]</a></span> +road to allow it to pass, it slowed up, and +I heard a gruff, but not unpleasant, voice +asking me whether I could point out the +way to Major Temple's place. I glanced +up, and saw a tall, heavily built man, of +perhaps some forty years of age, leaning +from the rear seat of the motor. He was +bronzed and rugged with the mark of the +traveler upon him, and although his face +at first impressed me unpleasantly, the impression +was dispelled in part at least by +his peculiarly attractive smile. I informed +him that I could not direct him to the place +in question, since I was myself a comparative +stranger to that part of England. He +then asked me if I was going toward Exeter. +Upon my informing him not only that I +was, but that I was particularly desirous +of reaching it before the coming of the rain, +he at once invited me to get into the car, +with the remark that he could at least carry +me the major part of the way.</p> + +<p>I hesitated a moment, but, seeing no rea<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[4]</a></span>son +to refuse the offer, I thanked him and +got into the car, and we proceeded toward +the town at a fairly rapid rate. My companion +seemed disinclined to talk, and +puffed nervously at a long cheroot. I +lighted my pipe, with some difficulty on +account of the wind, and fell to studying +the face of the man beside me. He was +a good-looking fellow, of a sort, with a +somewhat sensuous face, and I felt certain +that his short, stubby black mustache concealed +a rather cruel mouth. Evidently a +man to gain his ends, I thought, without +being over nice as to the means he employed. +Presently he turned to me. "I +understand," he said, "that Major Temple's +place is upon the main road, about half a +mile this side of Exeter. There is a gray-stone +gateway, with a lodge. I shall try +the first entrance answering that description. +The Major only leased the place recently, +so I imagine he is not at all well<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</a></span> +known hereabouts." He leaned forward +and spoke to his chauffeur.</p> + +<p>I explained my presence upon the Exeter +road, and suggested that I would leave +the car as soon as we reached the gateway +in question, and continue upon foot the balance +of my way. My companion nodded, +and we smoked in silence for a few moments. +Suddenly, with a great swirl of +dead leaves, and a squall of cold rain, the +storm broke upon us. The force of the +gale was terrific, and although the car was +provided with a leather top, the wind-swept +rain poured in and threatened to +drench us to the skin. My companion +drew the heavy lap-robe close about his +chin, and motioned to me to do likewise, +and a moment later we turned quickly into +a handsome, gray-stone gateway and up a +long, straight gravel road, bordered on each +side by a row of beautiful oaks. I glanced +up at my new acquaintance in some surprise, +but he only smiled and nodded, so I<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</a></span> +said no more, realizing that he could hardly +set me down in the face of such a storm.</p> + +<p>We swirled over the wet gravel for perhaps +a quarter of a mile, through a fine +park, and with a swift turn at the end +brought up under the porte-cochère of a +large, gray-stone house of a peculiar and +to me somewhat gloomy and unattractive +appearance. The rain, however, was now +coming down so heavily, and the wind +swept with such furious strength through +the moaning trees in the park, that I saw +it would be useless to attempt to proceed +against it, either on foot or in the motor, +so I followed my companion as he stepped +from the machine and rang the bell. After +a short wait, the door was thrown open +by a servant and we hurriedly entered, my +acquaintance calling to the chauffeur as we +did so to proceed at once to the stables and +wait until the rain had moderated before +setting out upon his return journey.</p> + +<p>We found ourselves in a large, dimly<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span> +lighted hallway. I inspected the man who +had admitted us with considerable curiosity +as he closed the door behind us, not only +because of his Oriental appearance—he +was a Chinaman of the better sort—but also +because he was dressed in his native garb, +his richly embroidered jacket reflecting the +faint light of the hall with subdued, yet +brilliant, effect. He upon his part showed +not the slightest interest in our coming, as +he inspected us with his childlike, sleepy +eyes. "Tell Major Temple," said my +friend to the man, as he handed him his +dripping coat and hat, "that Mr. Robert +Ashton is here, and—" He turned to me +with a questioning glance. "Owen Morgan," +I replied, wondering if he would +know me by name. If he did, he showed +no sign. "Just so—Mr. Owen Morgan," +he continued, then strode toward a +log fire which crackled and sputtered cheerily +upon the hearth of a huge stone fireplace. +I gave the man my cap and stick,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span>—I +was walking in a heavy Norfolk jacket, +my portmanteau having been sent ahead by +train to Exeter—and joined Mr. Ashton +before the fire.</p> + +<p>"I'm afraid I'm rather presuming upon +the situation," I suggested, "to make myself +so much at home here; but perhaps the +storm will slacken up presently."</p> + +<p>"Major Temple will be glad to see you, +I'm sure," rejoined Mr. Ashton, unconcernedly. +"You can't possibly go on, you +know—listen!" He waved his hand toward +the leaded windows against which the +storm was now driving with furious force.</p> + +<p>"I'm afraid not," I answered, a bit ungraciously. +I have a deep-rooted dislike to +imposing myself upon strangers, and I felt +that my unceremonious arrival at the house +of Major Temple might be less appreciated +by that gentleman than my companion +seemed to think likely.</p> + +<p>"The Major is a queer old character," +Mr. Ashton remarked, "great traveler<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span> +and collector. I'm here on a matter of +business myself—partly at least. He'll be +glad to meet you. I fancy he's a bit lonely +with nobody to keep him company but his +daughter. Here he comes now." He +turned toward a tall, spare man with gray +hair and drooping gray mustache, who +entered the hall. His face, like Ashton's, +had the dull, burnt-in tone of brown which +is acquired only by long exposure to the +sun, and which usually marks its possessor +as a traveler in the hot countries. "Ah, +Ashton," exclaimed the Major, dropping +his monocle, "delighted to see you. You +arrived yesterday?"—He extended his +hand, which Ashton grasped warmly.</p> + +<p>"Late yesterday. You see I lost no time +in coming to report the result of my quest."</p> + +<p>"And you were successful?" demanded +the older man, excitedly.</p> + +<p>"Entirely so," replied Ashton with a +smile of satisfaction.</p> + +<p>"Good—good!" The Major rubbed<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span> +his hands and smiled, then apparently observing +me for the first time, glanced at Mr. +Ashton with a slight frown and an interrogative +expression.</p> + +<p>"Mr. Owen Morgan," said Ashton, +lightly, "on his way to Exeter with me. +I took the liberty of bringing him in, on +account of the storm."</p> + +<p>"I am ready to go on at once," I interjected +stiffly, "as soon as the rain lets up +a bit."</p> + +<p>"Nonsense—nonsense!" The Major's +voice was somewhat testy. "You can't possibly +proceed on a night like this. Make +yourself at home, Sir. Any friend of Mr. +Ashton's is welcome here." He waved +aside my protestations and turned to one of +the servants, who had entered the room to +turn on the lights. "Show Mr. Ashton +and Mr. Morgan to their rooms, Gibson. +You'll be wanting to fix up a bit before +dinner," he announced.</p> + +<p>"I'm afraid I can't dress," I said rue<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span>fully; +"my things have all gone on to Exeter +by train."</p> + +<p>The Major favored me with a sympathetic +smile. "I quite understand," he +said; "traveler's luck. I've been a bit of a +traveler myself, in my day, Mr. Morgan. +My daughter will understand perfectly."</p> + +<p>"Which rooms, Sir, shall I show the +gentlemen to?" asked the man, a trifle uneasily, +I thought.</p> + +<p>The Major looked at Ashton, and +laughed. "Ashton," he said, "you know +I only took this place a short time ago +on my return from my last trip to the East, +and as we do not have many visitors, it's +a bit musty and out of shape. Queer old +house, I fancy. Been closed, until I let it, +for years. Supposed to be haunted or something +of the sort—tales of wandering spirits +and all that. I imagine it won't worry +you much." He glanced from Ashton to +myself with a quick smile of interrogation.</p> + +<p>"Hardly," replied my companion, light<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span>ing +a cigarette. "I've outgrown ghosts. +led on to the haunted chamber."</p> + +<p>The Major turned to the servant. +"Show the gentlemen to the two rooms in +the west wing, Gibson. The green room +will suit Mr. Ashton, I fancy, and perhaps +Mr. Morgan will find the white and gold +room across the hall comfortable for the +night."</p> + +<p>"Very good, Sir." The man turned toward +the staircase and we followed him.</p> + +<p>I found my room a large and fairly comfortable +one, containing a great maple bed, +a chest of drawers and other furniture of +an old-fashioned sort. The place seemed +stuffy with the peculiar dead atmosphere of +rooms long closed, but I soon dispelled this +by throwing open one of the windows upon +that side of the room away from the force +of the storm, and busied myself in making +such preparations for dinner as I could with +the few requisites which my small knapsack +contained. I heard Ashton across the hall,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span> +whistling merrily as he got into evening kit, +and rather grumbled at myself for having +been drawn into my present position as an +unbidden and unprepared guest in the house +of persons who were total strangers to me.</p> + +<p>After a considerable time, I heard the +musical notes of a Chinese gong which I +took to be the signal for dinner, so making +my way to the staircase with, I fear, +a somewhat sheepish expression, I saw Ashton +ahead of me, just joining at the end +of the hallway a strikingly beautiful +and distinguished-looking girl, of perhaps +twenty-two or three, dressed in an evening +gown of white, the very simplicity of which +only served to accentuate the splendid lines +of her figure. Her face was pale with that +healthy pallor which is in some women so +beautiful—a sort of warm ivory tint—and +with her splendid eyes and wide brow, +crowded with a mass of bronze-colored +hair, I felt that even my critical artistic +taste could with difficulty find a flaw. It<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span> +was evident that she and Mr. Ashton knew +each other well, yet it seemed to me that +Miss Temple, for so I supposed the young +lady to be, did not respond with much cordiality +to the effusive greeting which Mr. +Ashton bestowed upon her. I descended +the steps some distance behind them, and +observed Major Temple standing in the +center of the main hall, smiling with much +apparent satisfaction at the couple ahead +of me as they advanced toward him. As +I joined them, Major Temple presented me +to his daughter as a friend of Mr. Ashton's, +which, it appeared to me, did not predispose +that young lady particularly in my +favor, judging by the coldness with which +she received me, and then we all proceeded +to the dining-room.</p> + +<p>The dinner was excellently cooked, and +was served by the same almond-eyed Chinaman +who had admitted us upon our arrival. +I learned afterwards that the Major was +an enthusiastic student of Oriental art, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span> +that his collection of porcelains and carved +ivory and jewels was one of the finest in +England. He had, it appeared, spent a +great portion of his life in the East and +had only just returned from a stay of over +a year in China, during which he had penetrated +far into the interior, into that portion +of the country lying toward Thibet, where +Europeans do not usually go.</p> + +<p>During dinner, Major Temple and Mr. +Ashton talked continually of China, and referred +frequently to "it," and to "the +stone," although at the time I did not grasp +the meaning of their references. I attempted +without much success to carry on +a conversation with Miss Temple, but she +seemed laboring under intense excitement +and unable to give my efforts any real attention, +so I gradually found myself listening +to the talk between Major Temple and +Mr. Ashton. As near as I could gather, +the latter had set out from Hong Kong +some months before, on a search for a cer<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span>tain +stone or jewel which Major Temple +desired for his collection, and after an adventurous +trip during which he had been +forced at the risk of his life to remain disguised +as a coolie for some weeks, had finally +escaped and returned to England. There +was also some talk of a reward, though of +what nature I did not understand, but it +seemed to give Mr. Ashton great satisfaction, +and to cause Major Temple much uneasiness +every time it was mentioned, and +I saw him glance frequently, covertly, at +the blanched face of his daughter. As Mr. +Ashton brought his thrilling story to a conclusion, +he drew from his waistcoat pocket a +small, green leather case, evidently of Chinese +workmanship, and, opening it, turned +out upon the white cloth what I at first +thought to be a small figure of green glass, +which on closer inspection proved to be a +miniature representation of the god Buddha, +standing somewhat above an inch and a half +in height, and wonderfully cut from a single<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span> +flawless emerald. I looked up at Ashton +in amazement as he allowed the gas light +to play upon its marvelous beauty of color +and the delicate workmanship of its face +and figure, then rolled it across the table +toward Miss Temple. It represented the +well-known figure of the god, sitting with +arms extended upon its knees, its face so +exquisitely chiseled that the calm, beneficent +smile was as perfect, the features as +exact, as though the figure had been of life +size. As the wonderful sparkling gem +flashed across the white cloth in the direction +of Miss Temple, the latter started back +in dismay and an expression of intense horror +passed over her face as she looked up +and caught the burning eyes of Mr. Ashton +fixed upon hers. She returned his gaze +defiantly for a moment, then lowered her +eyes and composed her features behind the +cold and impassive mask she had worn +throughout the evening.</p> + +<p>Ashton flushed a sullen red, then picked<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span> +up the jewel and set it carelessly upon the +top of a cut-glass salt cellar, turning it this +way and that to catch the light. As he did +so, I observed the Chinese servant enter +the doorway opposite me with cigars, cigarettes +and an alcohol lamp upon a tray, and +I was startled to see his wooden, impassive +face light up with a glare of sudden anger +and alarm as he caught sight of the jewel. +Major Temple, observing him at the same +moment, quickly covered the figure with his +hand, and the Chinaman, resuming almost +instantly his customary look of childlike unconcern, +proceeded to offer us the contents +of the tray as Miss Temple rose and left +the table. I instinctively felt that Mr. Ashton +and his host desired to be alone, so, after +lighting my cigar, I excused myself and +strolled into the great hall where I stood +with my back to the welcome fire, listening +to the howling of the storm without.</p> + +<p>I had been standing there for perhaps +fifteen minutes or more, when suddenly I<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span> +observed Miss Temple come quickly into +the hall from a door on the opposite side of +the stairway. She looked about cautiously +for a moment, then approached me with an +eager, nervous smile. I could not help +observing, as she drew near, how the beauty +of her delicate, mobile face was marred by +her evident suffering. Her large dark eyes +were swollen and heavy as from much +weeping and loss of sleep.</p> + +<p>"You are a friend of Mr. Ashton's," she +asked earnestly as she came up to me. +"Have you known him long?"</p> + +<p>"Miss Temple, I am afraid I can hardly +claim to be a friend of Mr. Ashton's at all. +As a matter of fact I never met him before +this afternoon."</p> + +<p>She seemed vastly surprised. "But I +thought you came with him," she said.</p> + +<p>I explained my presence, and mentioned +my work, and my purpose in making a +walking tour along the southwest coast.</p> + +<p>"Then you are Owen Morgan, the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span> +illustrator," she cried, with a brilliant smile. +"I know your work very well, and I am +delighted to meet you. I was afraid you, +too, were in the conspiracy." Her face +darkened, and again the expression of suffering +fell athwart it like the shadow of a +cloud.</p> + +<p>"The conspiracy?" I asked, much mystified. +"What conspiracy?"</p> + +<p>Miss Temple looked apprehensively toward +the door leading to the dining-room, +then her eyes sought mine and she gave me +a searching look. "I am all alone here, +Mr. Morgan," she said at last, "and I need +a friend very badly. I wonder if I can +depend upon you—trust you."</p> + +<p>It is needless to say that I was surprised +at her words, as well as the impressive manner +in which she spoke them. I assured +her that I would be only too happy to serve +her in any way in my power. "But what +is it that you fear?" I inquired, soothingly, +wondering if after all I was not dealing with<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span> +a somewhat excitable child. Her next +words, however, showed me that this was far +from being the case.</p> + +<p>"My father," she said, hurriedly, lowering +her voice, "is a madman on the subject +of jewels. He has spent his whole life in +collecting them. He would give anything—anything!—to +possess some curio upon +which he had set his desires. Last year, +in China, he saw by accident the emerald +you have just seen. It was the sacred relic +of a Buddhist temple in Ping Yang, and is +said to have come from the holy city of +Lhasa in Thibet. His offers to purchase +it were laughed at, and when he persisted +in them, he was threatened with violence +as being a foreign devil and was forced +to leave the city to avoid trouble. He has +never since ceased to covet this jewel, and +upon his arrival in Hong Kong, and before +setting out for England, he made the acquaintance +of this man Ashton, who is a sort +of agent and collector for several of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span> +curio dealers in London. We remained in +Hong Kong for several weeks before setting +sail for England, and during this time, +Mr. Ashton persecuted me with his attentions, +and made me an offer of marriage, +which, in spite of my refusal, he repeated +several times. Imagine my amazement, +then, when my father, on our arrival in +England, told me that he had commissioned +Mr. Ashton to obtain the emerald Buddha +for him, and had agreed, in the event of +his success, to give him my hand in marriage. +My prayers, my appeals, were all +equally useless. He informed me that Mr. +Ashton was a gentleman, that he had given +him his word, and could not break it. I +was forced into a semi-acquiescence to the +arrangement, believing that Mr. Ashton +could never succeed in his mad attempt, and +had almost forgotten the matter when suddenly +my father received word from Mr. +Ashton that he had arrived at Southampton +yesterday and would reach here this even<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span>ing. +I went to my father and asked him to +assure me that he would not insist upon carrying +out his inhuman promise, in the event +of Mr. Ashton's success, but he only put +me off, bidding me wait until the result of +his trip was known. I learned it at dinner +to-night, and realize from Mr. Ashton's +manner that he intends to assert his claim +upon me to the fullest extent. Whatever +happens, Mr. Morgan, I shall never marry +Robert Ashton—never! I would do anything +before I would consent to that. I do +not know what my father will ask of me, +but if he asks that, I shall leave this house +to-morrow, and I beg that you will take me +with you, until I can find some occupation +that will enable me to support myself."</p> + +<p>Her story filled me with the deepest astonishment. +I thrust out my hand and +grasped hers, carried away by the fervor +and impetuosity of her words, as well as +by her beauty and evident suffering. +"You can depend upon me absolutely," I<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span> +exclaimed. "My mother is at Torquay, to +which place I am bound. She will be glad +to welcome you, Miss Temple."</p> + +<p>"Thank you—thank you!" she cried in +her deep, earnest voice. "Do not leave in +the morning until I have seen you. Good-night." +She hastened toward the stairway +and as she ascended it, threw back at me a +smile of such sweet gratitude and relief that +I felt repaid for all that I had promised.</p> + +<p>I stood for a while, smoking and thinking +over this queer situation, when suddenly +my attention was attracted by the +sound of loud voices coming from the direction +of the dining-room, as though Major +Temple and his guest were engaged in a +violent quarrel. I could not make out what +they were saying, nor indeed did I attempt +to do so, when suddenly I was startled by +the sound of a loud crash and the jingling +of glassware, and Mr. Ashton burst into the +hall, evidently in a state of violent anger, +followed by Major Temple, equally ex<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span>cited +and angry. "I hold you to your contract," +the former shouted. "By God, +you'll live up to it, or I'll know the reason +why." "I'll pay, damn it, I'll pay," cried +Major Temple, angrily, "but not a penny +to boot." Ashton turned and faced him. +They neither of them saw me, and in their +excitement failed to hear the cough with +which I attempted to apprise them of my +presence. "Don't you realize that that +emerald is worth a hundred thousand +pounds?" cried Ashton in a rage. "You +promised me your daughter, if I got it for +you, but you've got to pay me for the stone +in addition."</p> + +<p>"Not a penny," cried Major Temple.</p> + +<p>"Then I'll take it to London and let +Crothers have it."</p> + +<p>"You wouldn't dare."</p> + +<p>"Try me and see."</p> + +<p>"Come, now, Ashton." The Major's +voice was wheedling, persuasive. "What +did the stone cost you—merely the cost of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span> +the trip, wasn't it? I'll pay that, if you +like."</p> + +<p>"And I risked my life a dozen times, to +get you the jewel! You must be mad."</p> + +<p>"How much do you want?"</p> + +<p>"Fifty thousand pounds, and not a penny +less."</p> + +<p>"I'll not pay it."</p> + +<p>"Then you don't get the stone."</p> + +<p>"It's mine—I told you of it. Without +my help you could have done nothing. I +demand it. It is my property. You were +acting only as my agent. Give it to me." +Major Temple was beside himself with excitement.</p> + +<p>"I'll see you damned first," cried Ashton, +now thoroughly angry.</p> + +<p>The Major glared at him, pale with fury. +"I'll never let you leave the house with +it," he cried.</p> + +<p>By this time my repeated coughing and +shuffling of my feet had attracted their attention, +and they both hastened to conceal<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span> +their anger. I felt however that I had +heard too much as it was, so, bidding them a +hasty good-night, I repaired as quickly as +possible to my room and at once turned in.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_II" id="CHAPTER_II"></a>CHAPTER II</h2> + +<h3>A CRY IN THE MORNING</h3> + + +<p>I was thoroughly tired out by my long +day in the open, and I must have gone +to sleep at once. It seemed to me that +I was disturbed, during the night, by the +sound of voices without my door, and the +movements of people in the hallway, but I +presume it was merely a dream. Just before +daybreak, however, I found myself suffering +somewhat from the cold, and got up +to close one of the windows, to shut off the +draught. I had just turned toward the bed +again, when I heard from the room across +the hall, the one occupied by Mr. Ashton, +a sudden and terrible cry as of someone in +mortal agony, followed by the sound of a +heavy body falling upon the floor. I also +fancied I heard the quick closing of a door<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span> +or window, but of this I could not be sure. +With a foreboding of tragedy heavily upon +me, I hastily threw on some clothes and +ran into the hall, calling loudly for help. +Opposite me was the door of Mr. Ashton's +room. I rushed to it, and tried the knob, +but found it locked. For some time I +vainly attempted to force open the door, +meanwhile repeating my cries. Presently +Major Temple came running through the +hallway, followed by his daughter and +several of the servants. Miss Temple had +thrown on a long silk Chinese wrapper and +even in the dim light of the hall I could +not help observing the ghastly pallor of her +face.</p> + +<p>"What's wrong here?" cried Major +Temple, excitedly.</p> + +<p>"I do not know, Sir," I replied, gravely +enough. "I heard a cry which seemed to +come from Mr. Ashton's room, but I find +his door locked."</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 423px;"> +<img src="images/gg02.png" width="423" height="600" alt=""BREAK IT IN," CRIED MAJOR TEMPLE, "BREAK IT IN."" title="" /> +<span class="caption">"BREAK IT IN," CRIED MAJOR TEMPLE, "BREAK IT IN."</span> +</div> + +<p>"Break it in," cried Major Temple;<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span> +"break it in at once." At his words, one +of the servants and myself threw our combined +weight against the door, and after +several attempts, the fastening gave way, +and we were precipitated headlong into the +room. It was dark, and it seemed to me +that the air was heavy and lifeless. We +drew back into the hall as one of the servants +came running up with a candle, and +Major Temple, taking it, advanced into the +room, closely followed by myself. At first +our eyes did not take in the scene revealed +by the flickering candlelight, but in a few +moments the gruesome sight before us +caused both Major Temple and myself to +recoil sharply toward the doorway. Upon +the floor lay Robert Ashton in his nightclothes, +his head in a pool of blood, his +hands outstretched before him, his face +ghastly with terror. The Major at once +ordered the servants to keep out of the room, +then turned to his daughter and in a low +voice requested her to retire. She did so<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span> +at once, in a state of terrible excitement. +He then closed the door behind us, and, +after lighting the gas, we proceeded to examine +the body. Ashton was dead, although +death had apparently occurred but +a short time before as his body was still +warm. In the top of his head was found a +deep circular wound, apparently made by +some heavy, sharp-pointed instrument, but +there were no other marks of violence, no +other wounds of any sort upon the body. +I examined the wound in the head carefully, +but could not imagine any weapon +which would have left such a mark. And +then the wonder of the situation began to +dawn upon me. The room contained, besides +the door by which we had entered, +three windows, two facing to the south and +one to the west. All three were tightly +closed and securely fastened with heavy +bolts on the inside. There was absolutely +no other means of entrance to the room +whatever, except the door which we had<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span> +broken open and a rapid examination of +this showed me that it had been bolted upon +the inside, and the catch into which the bolt +slid upon the door-jamb had been torn +from its fastenings by the effort we had +used in forcing it open. I turned to Major +Temple in amazement, and found that he +was engaged in systematically searching +Mr. Ashton's gladstone bag, which lay upon +a chair near the bed. He examined each +article in detail, heedless of the grim and +silent figure upon the floor beside him, and, +when he had concluded, bent over the prostrate +form of the dead man and began a +hurried search of his person and the surrounding +floor. I observed him in astonishment. +"The police must never find +it," I heard him mutter; "the police must +never find it." He rose to his feet with an +exclamation of disappointment. "Where +can it be?" he muttered, half to himself, +apparently forgetful of my presence. He +looked about the room and then with a sud<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span>den +cry dashed at a table near the window. +I followed his movements and saw upon +the table the small, green leather case from +which Ashton had produced the emerald at +dinner the night before. Major Temple +took up the case with a sigh of relief, and +hastily opened it, then dashed it to the floor +with an oath. The case was empty.</p> + +<p>"It's gone!" he fairly screamed. "My +God, it's gone!"</p> + +<p>"Impossible," I said, gravely. "The +windows are all tightly shut and bolted. +We had to break in the door. No one could +have entered or left this room since Mr. +Ashton came into it."</p> + +<p>"Nonsense!" Major Temple snorted, +angrily. "Do you suppose Ashton smashed +in his own skull by way of amusement?"</p> + +<p>He turned to the bed and began to search +it closely, removing the pillows, feeling beneath +the mattresses, even taking the candle +and examining the floor foot by foot. Once +more he went over the contents of the port<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span>manteau, +then again examined the clothing +of the dead man, but all to no purpose. The +emerald Buddha was as clearly and evidently +gone as though it had vanished into +the surrounding ether.</p> + +<p>During this search, I had been vainly +trying to put together some intelligent solution +of this remarkable affair. There was +clearly no possibility that Ashton had inflicted +this wound upon himself in falling, +yet the supposition that someone had entered +the room from without seemed nullified +by the bolted door and windows. I +proceeded to closer examination of the matter.</p> + +<p>The body lay with its head toward the +window in the west wall of the room, and +some six or eight feet from the window, and +an even greater distance from the walls on +either side. There was no piece of furniture, +no heavy object, anywhere near at +hand. I looked again at the queer, round +conical hole in the top of the dead man's<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span> +head. It had evidently been delivered +from above. I glanced up, and saw only +the dim, unbroken expanse of the ceiling +above me, papered in white. I turned, absolutely +nonplused, to Major Temple, who +stood staring with protruding eyes at something +upon the floor near one of the windows. +He picked it up, and handed it to +me. "What do you make of that?" he +asked, in a startled voice, handing me what +appeared to be a small piece of tough Chinese +paper. Upon it was inscribed, in black, +a single Chinese letter. I glanced at it, +then handed it back, with the remark that +I could make nothing of it.</p> + +<p>"It is the symbol of the god," he said, +"the Buddha. The same sign was engraved +upon the base of the emerald figure, +and I saw it in the temple at Ping Yang, +upon the temple decorations. What is it +doing here?" Then his face lighted up +with a sudden idea. He rushed to the door, +and opened it. "Gibson," he called per<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span>emptorily, +to his man without, "find Li +Min and bring him here at once. Don't let +him out of your sight for a moment."</p> + +<p>The man was gone ten minutes or more, +during which time Major Temple walked +excitedly up and down the room, muttering +continually something about the police.</p> + +<p>"They must be notified," I said, at last. +He turned to me with a queer, half-frightened +look. "They can do no good, no +good, whatever," he cried. "This is the +work of one of the Chinese secret societies. +They are the cleverest criminals in the +world. I have lived among them, and I +know."</p> + +<p>"Even the cleverest criminals in the +world couldn't bolt a door or window from +the outside," I said.</p> + +<p>"Do not be too sure of that. I have +known them to do things equally strange. +By inserting a thin steel wedge between the +edge of the door and the jamb they might +with infinite patience work the bolt to one<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span> +side or the other. This fellow, Li Min, I +brought from China with me. He is one +of the most faithful servants I have ever +known. He belongs to the higher orders +of society—I mean that he is not of the +peasant or coolie class. He represented to +me that he was suspected of belonging to +the Reform Association, the enemies of the +prevailing order of things, and was obliged +to leave the country to save his head. I +do not know, I do not know—possibly +he may have been sent to watch. They +knew in Ping Yang that I was after the +emerald Buddha. Who knows? They are +an amazing people—an amazing people." +He turned to me suddenly. "Did you +hear any footsteps or other noises in the +hallway during the night?"</p> + +<p>I told him that I thought I had, but that +I could not be sure, that my sleep had been +troubled, but that I had only awakened a +few minutes before I heard Ashton's cry. +At this moment Gibson returned, with a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span> +scared look on his face. Li Min, he reported, +had disappeared. No one had seen +him since the night before. His room had +apparently been occupied, but the Chinaman +was nowhere to be found.</p> + +<p>"The police must be notified at once," +I urged.</p> + +<p>"I will attend to it," said the Major. +"First we must have some coffee."</p> + +<p>He closed the door of the room carefully, +after we left it, and, taking the key from +the lock—it had evidently not been used +by Mr. Ashton the night before—locked +the door from the outside and ordered Gibson +to remain in the hallway without and +allow no one to approach.</p> + +<p>We finished dressing and then had a hurried +cup of coffee and some muffins in +the breakfast-room. It was by now nearly +eight o'clock, and I suggested to Major +Temple that if he wished, I would drive +into Exeter with one of his men, notify the +police and at the same time get my luggage.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span></p> + +<p>I assured him that I had no desire to inflict +myself upon him further as a guest, +but that the murder of Ashton and the +necessity of my appearing as a witness at +the forthcoming inquest made it imperative +that I should remain upon the scene until +the police were satisfied to have me depart. +At my mention of the police the Major +showed great uneasiness, as before.</p> + +<p>"You need not say anything about the—the +emerald," he said, slowly; "it would +only create unnecessary talk and trouble."</p> + +<p>"I'm afraid I must," I replied. "It is +evidently the sole motive for the murder—it +has disappeared, and unless the police +are apprised of its part in the case, I fail +to see how they can intelligently proceed +in their attempts to unravel the mystery."</p> + +<p>He shook his head slowly. "What a +pity!" he remarked. "What a pity! If +the stone is ever found now, the authorities +will hold it as the property of the dead +man or his relations, if indeed he has any.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span> +And it would have been the crowning glory +of my collection." It was evident that +Major Temple was far more concerned +over the loss of the emerald than over the +death of Robert Ashton. "But they will +never find it—never!" he concluded with +a cunning smile, and an assurance that +startled me. I wondered for a moment +whether Major Temple knew more about +the mysterious death of Robert Ashton than +appeared upon the surface, but, recollecting +his excited search of the dead man's belongings, +dismissed the idea as absurd. It +recurred, however, from time to time during +my short drive to Exeter, and the thought +came to me that if Major Temple could in +any way have caused or been cognizant of +the death of Robert Ashton from without +the room—without entering it—his first +act after doing so would naturally have +been to search for the emerald in the hope +of securing it before the police had been +summoned to take charge of the case. I<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span> +regretted that I had not examined the floor +of the attic above, to determine whether any +carefully fitted trap door, or hidden +chimney or other opening to the interior of +the room below existed. I also felt that +it was imperative that a careful examination +of the walls, as well as of the ground +outside beneath the three windows, should +be made without delay. It was even possible, +I conjectured, that a clever thief could +have in some way cut out one of the window +panes, making an opening through which +the window might have been opened and +subsequently rebolted, though just how the +glass could then have been replaced was a +problem I was not prepared to solve. There +was no question, however, that Robert Ashton +was dead, and that whoever had inflicted +that deadly wound upon his head, and +made away with the emerald Buddha, must +have entered the room in some way. I was +not yet prepared to base any hypotheses +upon the supernatural. As I concluded<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span> +these reflections, we entered the town by +way of Sidwell street and I stopped at the +Half Moon and secured my luggage. We +then drove to the police headquarters and +I explained the case hurriedly to the Chief +Constable, omitting all details except those +pertaining directly to Mr. Ashton's death. +The Chief Constable sent one of his men +into an inner room, who returned in a moment +with a small, keen-looking, ferret-faced +man of some forty-eight or fifty years +of age, with gray hair, sharp gray eyes and +a smooth-shaven face. He introduced him +to me as Sergeant McQuade, of Scotland +Yard, who it seemed, happened to be in the +city upon some counterfeiting case or other, +and suggested that he accompany me back +to the house. We had driven in Major +Temple's high Irish cart, and, putting the +man behind, I took the reins and with Sergeant +McQuade beside me, started back +in the direction of The Oaks. We had +scarcely left the limits of the town behind<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span> +us, when I noticed a figure in blue plodding +slowly along the muddy road ahead of us, +in the same direction as ourselves, and +Jones, the groom upon the drag behind me +said, in a low voice as we drew alongside, +that it was Li Min, Major Temple's Chinese +servant, whose sudden disappearance +earlier in the morning had caused so much +excitement. The Chinaman looked at us +with a blandly innocent face and, nodding +pleasantly, bade us good morning. I +stopped the cart and ordered Jones to get +down and accompany him back to the +house, and on no account to let him out of +his sight. As we drove on I explained all +the circumstances of the case in detail to +Sergeant McQuade, and informed him of +my reason for placing Jones as guard over +the Chinaman. No sooner had I done so +than the Sergeant, in some excitement, requested +me to return with him to Exeter +at once. I did not inquire into his reasons +for this step, but turned my horse's head<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span> +once more toward the town, the Sergeant +meanwhile plying me with questions, many +of which I regretted my inability to answer +to his satisfaction. They related principally +to the exact time at which the murder +had occurred, and how soon the disappearance +of Li Min had been discovered. I +decided at once that the detective had concluded +that Li Min had committed the +murder and had then hurried off to Exeter +to place the emerald Buddha in the hands +of some of his countrymen in the town, and +was now proceeding leisurely back with +some plausible story and a carefully arranged +alibi to explain his absence from the +house. I mentioned my conclusions to the +Sergeant and saw from his reply that my +assumption was correct. "I hope we are +not too late," he exclaimed as he suggested +my urging the horse to greater speed. "It +is absolutely necessary that we prevent any +Chinaman from leaving the town until this +matter is cleared up. I'm afraid however,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span> +that they have a good start of us. There +is a train to London at eight, and, if our +man got away on that, it will be no easy +matter to reach him."</p> + +<p>"Of course you can telegraph ahead," I +ventured.</p> + +<p>"Of course." The detective smiled. +"But the train is not an express, and there +are a dozen stations within fifty miles of +here where anyone could leave the train before +I can get word along the line." He +looked at his watch. "It is now ten minutes +of nine. I am sorry that you did not +notify the police at once." I made no reply, +not wishing to prejudice the detective +against Major Temple by explaining my +desire to do this very thing and the latter's +disinclination to have it done. We had +reached police headquarters by this time, +and the Sergeant disappeared within for +perhaps five minutes, then quickly rejoined +me and directed me to drive to the Queen +Street Station. I waited here for him quite<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span> +a long time and at last he came back with +a face expressive of much dissatisfaction. +"Two of them went up on the eight train," +he growled. "One of them the clerk in +the booking office remembers as keeping a +laundry in Frog Street. The other he had +never seen. They took tickets for London, +third class." He swung himself into +the seat beside me and sat in silence all +the way to the house, evidently thinking +deeply.</p> + +<p>When we arrived at The Oaks, very +soon after, we found the Major waiting +impatiently for us in the hall. Jones and +Li Min had arrived, and the Major had +subjected the latter, he informed us, to a +severe cross-examination, with the result +that the Chinaman had denied all knowledge +of Mr. Ashton's death and explained +his absence from the house by saying that +he had gone into town the night before to +see his brother who had recently arrived +from China, and, knowing the habit of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span> +household to breakfast very late, had supposed +his return at nine o'clock would pass +unnoticed. I made Major Temple acquainted +with Sergeant McQuade, and we +proceeded at once to the room where lay all +that now remained of the unfortunate Robert +Ashton.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_III" id="CHAPTER_III"></a>CHAPTER III</h2> + +<h3>A QUEER DISCOVERY</h3> + + +<p>We found Gibson guarding the door +where we had left him. Miss +Temple was nowhere to be seen. +Major Temple took the key from his +pocket, and, throwing open the room, allowed +McQuade and myself to enter, he +following us and closing the door behind +him.</p> + +<p>"Where did you get the key?" asked the +detective as Major Temple joined us.</p> + +<p>"It was in the door—on the inside."</p> + +<p>"Had the door been locked?"</p> + +<p>"No. It was bolted."</p> + +<p>"And you broke it open when you entered?"</p> + +<p>"Yes. Mr. Morgan and my man, Gibson, +forced it together."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span></p> + +<p>McQuade stepped to the door and examined +the bolt carefully. The socket into +which the bolt shot was an old-fashioned +brass affair and had been fastened with two +heavy screws to the door jamb. These +screws had been torn from the wood by +the united weight of Gibson and myself +when we broke open the door. The socket, +somewhat bent, with the screws still in +place, was lying upon the floor some distance +away. McQuade picked it up and +examined it carefully, then threw it aside. +He next proceeded to make a careful and +minute examination of the bolt, but I +judged from his expression that he discovered +nothing of importance, for he turned +impatiently from the door and, crossing the +room, bent over the dead man and looked +long and searchingly at the curious wound +in his head. He then examined the fastenings +of the windows minutely, and, raising +one of the large windows in the south wall, +looked out. Evidently nothing attracted<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span> +his attention outside. He turned from the +window, after closing it again, and started +toward us, then stooped suddenly and +picked up a small white object which lay +near one of the legs of a table standing +near the window. It was in plain view, +and I wondered that I had not seen it during +my previous examination of the room. +McQuade handed the object, a small bit +of lace, I thought, to Major Temple. +"What do you make of that?" he asked.</p> + +<p>Major Temple took the thing and spread +it out, and I at once saw that it was a +woman's handkerchief. My surprise at +this was overbalanced by the look of horror +which spread over the Major's face. +He became deathly pale, and his hand +shook violently as he looked at the bit of +lace before him. I stepped to his side and +saw, as did he, the initials, M. T., in one +corner and noticed a strong and most peculiar +odor of perfume, some curious Oriental +scent that rose from the handkerchief.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span> +McQuade gazed at us, curiously intent. +"Do you recognize it?" he inquired.</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Major Temple, recovering +himself with an effort. "It is my daughter's."</p> + +<p>"How do you explain its presence here?" +asked the detective.</p> + +<p>"I do not attempt to do so, any more than +I can undertake to explain any of the other +strange events connected with this horrible +affair," said the Major, pathetically. He +seemed to me to have aged perceptibly +since the evening before; he looked broken, +old.</p> + +<p>McQuade took the handkerchief and +placed it carefully in his pocket, and continued +his examination of the room. As he +did so, I stood aside, a prey to strange +thoughts. I felt ready to swear that the +handkerchief had not been upon the floor +during my previous examination of the +room, yet how could its presence there now +be explained, with the door locked, the key<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span> +in Major Temple's pocket, and Gibson on +guard in the hall. I thought of Muriel +Temple, young, beautiful, innocent in every +outward appearance, yet remembered with +a qualm of misgiving her flashing eyes and +determined manner as she spoke of Robert +Ashton, her aversion to him, and her determination +never to marry him under any +circumstances. I felt that there was more +beneath this strange tragedy than had yet +appeared upon the surface, yet, believing +thoroughly in the innocence of Miss Temple +of any part in the affair, I mentally resolved +to do all in my power to sift it to +the bottom. I had no illusions as to any +special skill upon my part as an amateur +detective, and I did not propose to come +forth equipped with magnifying glass and +tape measure and solve the problem in the +usual half-hour which sufficed for the superhuman +sleuth of fiction, but I felt that +I did possess common sense and a reasonably +acute brain, and I believed that, with<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span> +sufficient time and effort, I could find out +how and why Robert Ashton had come to +his sudden and tragic end. My thoughts +were interrupted by Sergeant McQuade, +who, having brought his examination to a +sudden close, announced to Major Temple +that the police and the divisional surgeon +would arrive shortly and that meanwhile he +would have a look at the grounds beneath +the windows of the room. I decided to accompany +him, but, before doing so, I suggested +to the Major that it might be well +to show Sergeant McQuade the scrap of +paper, containing the single Chinese character, +which we had found upon the floor. +Major Temple took it from his pocket and +handed it to the detective without a word. +I could see that the latter was puzzled. +"What does it mean?" he inquired. "Do +you know?" He turned to Major Temple.</p> + +<p>"Only that it is a religious symbol used +by the Buddhist priests in China," said the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span> +latter. "It is found in their temples, and +is supposed to ward off evil influences."</p> + +<p>"Is there any reason to suppose," inquired +McQuade, "that its presence here +indicates that the room has been entered by +Li Min or any of his countrymen, in an attempt +to recover the emerald which I +understand Mr. Ashton had with him? +Might it not equally well have belonged to +the dead man himself—a copy, perhaps, +made by him of the character—a curiosity +in other words, which he might have desired +to preserve?"</p> + +<p>I followed his line of reasoning. I had +told him nothing of the relations between +Miss Temple and Ashton, but it was evident +that the finding of her handkerchief in +the murdered man's room had started him +off on another tack.</p> + +<p>"None whatever," the Major responded. +"Yet since the jewel has disappeared, its recovery +was in my opinion beyond question +the reason for the murder, and but four<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span> +persons knew of the presence of the jewel in +this house."</p> + +<p>"And they were—?" The detective +paused.</p> + +<p>"My daughter, Mr. Morgan, Li Min, +and myself."</p> + +<p>"How did Li Min come to know of it?"</p> + +<p>"He saw us examining it at dinner last +night, while waiting on the table."</p> + +<p>The detective pondered. "Was the stone +of such value that its recovery would have +been sought at so great a cost?" He glanced +gravely at the silent figure upon the floor.</p> + +<p>"Intrinsically it was worth perhaps a +hundred thousand pounds—as a curio, or +as an object of religious veneration among +the Buddhist priests and their followers, it +was priceless." Major Temple spoke with +the fervor and enthusiasm of the collector.</p> + +<p>Sergeant McQuade's eyes widened at this +statement. "A hundred thousand pounds!" +he exclaimed. "And you intended to buy +it from Mr. Ashton?"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span></p> + +<p>The Major hesitated. "Yes," he stammered, +"yes, I did."</p> + +<p>"At what price?" came the question, +cold and incisive.</p> + +<p>"I—I—Mr. Ashton secured the +jewel for me as my agent."</p> + +<p>"But surely you were to give him some +commission, some reward for his trouble. +What was that reward, Major Temple?"</p> + +<p>"I had promised him the hand of my +daughter in marriage."</p> + +<p>"And was he satisfied with that settlement?" +continued the detective, ruthlessly.</p> + +<p>"We had a slight disagreement. He—he +wanted a cash payment in addition."</p> + +<p>"Which you refused?"</p> + +<p>"The matter had not been settled."</p> + +<p>"And how did your daughter regard the +bargain?" asked McQuade, coldly.</p> + +<p>Major Temple drew himself up stiffly. +"I fail to see the purpose of these questions," +he said with some heat. "My +daughter was ready to meet my wishes, Ser<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span>geant +McQuade. Mr. Ashton was a gentleman +and was much attached to her. +They met in China."</p> + +<p>The detective said no more, but ordered +the door locked as we passed out, and put +the key in his pocket. I asked his permission +to accompany him in his explorations +outside, to which he readily consented, and, +with a parting injunction to Major Temple +to see that Li Min was not allowed to leave +the house, we passed out into the gardens +by a rear entrance.</p> + +<p>The storm of the night before had completely +passed away and the morning was +crisp and clear, with a suggestion of frost +in the air. The wind, which had not yet +died down, had done much to dry up the +rain, but the gravel walks were still somewhat +soft and muddy. The rain however +had stopped some time during the night, +and as the tragedy had occurred later, and +not long before daybreak, there was every +reason to believe that traces of anyone ap<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span>proaching +the house beneath the windows +of Mr. Ashton's room would be clearly visible. +It was equally certain that any traces +of steps made before or during the rain +must have been thereby completely obliterated. +The soft graveled path encircled the +rear of the house and turned to the front at +the end of each wing. We walked along +it and presently found ourselves beneath the +two windows upon the south wall, which +opened from the green room. There were +no evidences of anyone having walked upon +the pathway since the rain, nor was it apparent +that anyone could have gained access to +the windows high above without the aid of +a ladder, which, had one been used, must +inevitably have left its telltale marks behind. +Sergeant McQuade looked down, then up, +grunted to himself and passed on. There +was nothing of interest here. At the end +of the pathway we came to the termination +of the wing and I saw the detective look +about keenly. Here certainly the condi<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span>tions +were more favorable. A covered +porch encircled the end of the building and +extended along its front. There were three +windows in the west face of the wing, one +in the room which I had occupied, one in +the end of the hallway and one in Mr. Ashton's +room. The roof of the porch was directly +beneath them. How easy, I thought +at once, for anyone inside the house to have +reached the porch roof from the window at +the end of the hall, and to have gained, in +half a dozen steps, the window of Mr. Ashton's +room. I thought of the handkerchief, +of the footsteps I fancied I had heard during +the night, and shuddered. Here again the +Sergeant first examined the graveled walk +with elaborate care, but, as before, with no +immediate results. Presently, however, he +stepped toward the front of the house. +There, in the soft gravel, were the prints of +a woman's feet, leading from the corner of +the path to the front entrance. I bent down +and examined them with curious eyes, then<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span> +recoiled with a cry of dismay. The footprints +led in one direction only, and that +was toward the front door. In a flash I +realized what theory McQuade would at +once construct in his mind. The murderer, +reaching the porch roof from the hallway, +and obtaining access to the murdered man's +room through the window, upon escaping +from the room to the roof, would be unable +to again enter the house from the roof because +of my presence in the hall. What +more natural than to descend from the porch +to the ground by means of the heavy vines +growing about the stone pillar supporting +the porch roof at the corner, and, after walking +quickly along the path a few steps, reach +and re-enter the house through the front +door, and appear almost at once among +the others who had gathered in the upper +hall as soon as the tragedy was known? I +remembered at once that Miss Temple had +appeared in a loose dressing gown. Would +she, then, have had time to throw off her<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span> +dress so quickly, wet and muddy as it must +have been, and to change her shoes for slippers? +Where were these shoes, I wondered, +if this train of reasoning was correct, +and would their condition prove that she +had been out of the house during the night? +As these thoughts crowded tumultuously +through my brain, I saw McQuade examining +the heavy mass of ivy which grew at +the corner of the porch with a puzzled expression. +Following his glance, I realized +that the theory had at least a temporary setback. +The vine was not broken or torn in +any way as would inevitably have been the +case had anyone used it as a means of descent +from the roof. But I myself observed, +though I felt sure that McQuade did +not, a lightning rod which extended from +the roof of the wing, down to the porch +roof, across it, and thence to the ground +about midway along the west side of the +porch, and, had anyone descended in this +way, he would have walked along the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span> +border between the side of the porch +and the path until he arrived at the corner. +Here, however, he would have been +obliged to step off the border and on to the +gravel, owing to the heavy vine, mentioned +above, growing at this point. His footsteps +upon the grass would of course have +left no mark. I did not call McQuade's +attention to this at the time, but waited for +his next move. It did not surprise me. He +strode along the path at the front of the +house to the steps leading to the large porch +and porte-cochère at the front of the main +building, tracing the muddy footprints up +to the porch and upon its floor until they +were no longer perceptible. He then entered +the house and at once made for the +upper hall in the west wing, I following +him closely. His first move, as I expected, +was to examine and open the window at +the end of the hall, which, I was not surprised +to find, was unfastened. His second +was to step out upon the roof. No sooner<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span> +had I joined him here than he crossed to +the window of the green room and peered +in. The interior of the room was clearly +visible, but the window was tightly bolted +within, and resisted all his efforts to open +it. The Sergeant looked distinctly disappointed. +He stepped to the corner of the +roof, made a further examination of the +vines, came back to the window and again +tried to open it, then, with a low whistle, he +pointed to a mark upon the white window +sill which had at first escaped both his and +my attention. It was the faint print of a +hand—a bloody hand—small and delicate +in structure, yet, mysterious as seemed to be +all the clues in this weird case, it pointed, +not outward from the room, as though made +by someone leaving it, but inward, as by a +person standing on the roof and resting his +or her hand upon the window sill while +attempting to open the window.</p> + +<p>"What do you make of that, Sir?" inquired +the detective.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span></p> + +<p>"It looks as though it had been made by +someone entering instead of leaving the +room," I replied. "It could not have been +made by anyone leaving the room. No one +would get out of a window that way."</p> + +<p>"Except a woman," said McQuade dryly. +"A man would swing his legs over the sill +and drop to the roof. It's barely three feet. +But a woman would sit upon the sill, turn +on her stomach, rest her hands on the sill +with her fingers pointing toward the room, +and slide gently down until her feet touched +the roof beneath." He smiled with a quiet +look of triumph.</p> + +<p>"The whole thing is impossible," I retorted, +with some heat. "There's no sense +in talking about how anyone may or may not +have got out of the room, when the bolted +window proves that no one got either in or +out at all."</p> + +<p>"Perhaps you think that poor devil in +there killed himself," said the detective, +grimly. "Somebody must have got in.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span> +There is only one explanation possible. +The window was bolted after the murder."</p> + +<p>"By the murdered man, I suppose," I +retorted ironically, nettled by his previous +remark.</p> + +<p>"Not necessarily," he replied coldly, +"but possibly by someone who desired to +shield the murderer." He looked at me +squarely, but I was able to meet his gaze +without any misgivings. "I was the first +person who entered the room," I said, earnestly, +"and I am prepared to make oath +that the window was bolted when I entered."</p> + +<p>"Was the room dark?" he inquired.</p> + +<p>"It was," I answered, not perceiving the +drift of his remarks. "One of the servants +brought a candle."</p> + +<p>"Did you examine the windows at +once?"</p> + +<p>"No."</p> + +<p>"What did you do?"</p> + +<p>"I knelt down and examined the body."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</a></span></p> + +<p>"What was Major Temple doing?"</p> + +<p>"I—I did not notice. I think he began +to examine the things in Mr. Ashton's +portmanteau."</p> + +<p>"Then, Mr. Morgan, if, occupied as you +were in the most natural duty of determining +whether or not you could render any aid +to Mr. Ashton, you did not notice Major +Temple's movements, I fail to see how you +are in a position to swear to anything regarding +the condition of the window at the +time you entered the room."</p> + +<p>"Your suggestion is impossible, Sergeant +McQuade. Had Major Temple bolted the +window, I should certainly have noticed it. +I realize fully the train of reasoning you +are following and I am convinced that you +are wrong."</p> + +<p>The Sergeant smiled slightly. "I do +not follow any one train of reasoning," he +retorted, "nor do I intend to neglect any +one. I want the truth, and I intend to have +it." He left the roof hurriedly, and, enter<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span>ing +the house we descended to the library, +where Major Temple sat awaiting the conclusion +of our investigations.</p> + +<p>"Well, Mr. Morgan," he inquired excitedly +as we came in, "what have you discovered?"</p> + +<p>I nodded toward the Sergeant. "Mr. +McQuade can perhaps tell you," I replied.</p> + +<p>"I can tell you more, Major Temple," +said the detective, gravely, "if you will first +let me have a few words with Miss Temple."</p> + +<p>"With my daughter?" exclaimed the +Major, evidently much surprised.</p> + +<p>"Yes," answered the detective, with +gravity.</p> + +<p>"I'll go and get her," said the Major, +rising excitedly.</p> + +<p>"If you do not mind, Major Temple, I +should much prefer to have you send one +of the servants for her. I have a particular +reason for desiring you to remain here."</p> + +<p>I thought at first that Major Temple was +going to resent this, but, although he flushed<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span> +hotly, he evidently thought better of it, for +he strode to a call bell and pressed it, then, +facing the detective, exclaimed:</p> + +<p>"I think you would do better to question +Li Min."</p> + +<p>"I do not intend to omit doing that, as +well," replied McQuade, imperturbably.</p> + +<p>We remained in uneasy silence until the +maid, who had answered the bell, returned +with Miss Temple, who, dismissing her at +the door, faced us with a look upon her face +of unfeigned surprise. She appeared pale +and greatly agitated. I felt that she had +not slept, and the dark circles under her +eyes confirmed my belief. She looked +about, saw our grave faces, then turned to +her father. "You sent for me, Father?" +she inquired, nervously.</p> + +<p>"Sergeant McQuade here"—he indicated +the detective whom Miss Temple +recognized by a slight inclination of her +head—"wishes to ask you a few questions."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Me?" Her voice had in it a note of +alarm which was not lost upon the man +from Scotland Yard, who regarded her with +closest scrutiny.</p> + +<p>"I'll not be long, Miss. I think you may +be able to clear up a few points that at present +I cannot quite understand."</p> + +<p>"I'm afraid I cannot help you much," +she said, gravely.</p> + +<p>"Possibly more than you think, Miss. +In the first place I understand that your +father had promised your hand in marriage +to Mr. Ashton."</p> + +<p>Miss Temple favored me with a quick +and bitter glance of reproach. I knew that +she felt that this information had come from +me.</p> + +<p>"Yes," she replied, "that is true."</p> + +<p>"Did you desire to marry him?"</p> + +<p>The girl looked at her father in evident +uncertainty.</p> + +<p>"I—I—Why should I answer such +a question?" She turned to the detective<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span> +with scornful eyes. "It is purely my own +affair, and of no consequence—now."</p> + +<p>"That is true, Miss," replied the Sergeant, +with deeper gravity. "Still, I do not +see that the truth can do anyone any harm."</p> + +<p>Miss Temple flushed and hesitated a moment, +then turned upon her questioner with +a look of anger. "I did not wish to marry +Mr. Ashton," she cried. "I would rather +have died, than have married him."</p> + +<p>McQuade had made her lose her temper, +for which I inwardly hated him. His next +question left her cold with fear.</p> + +<p>"When did you last see Mr. Ashton +alive?" he demanded.</p> + +<p>The girl hesitated, turned suddenly pale, +then threw back her head with a look of +proud determination. "I refuse to answer +that question," she said defiantly.</p> + +<p>Her father had been regarding her with +amazed surprise. "Muriel," he said, in a +trembling voice—"what do you mean? +You left Mr. Ashton and myself in the din<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span>ing-room +at a little after nine." She made +no reply.</p> + +<p>Sergeant McQuade slowly took from his +pocket the handkerchief he had found in +Mr. Ashton's room, and, handing it to her, +said simply: "Is this yours, Miss?"</p> + +<p>Miss Temple took it, mechanically.</p> + +<p>"Yes," she said.</p> + +<p>"It was found beside the murdered man's +body," said the detective as he took the +handkerchief from her and replaced it in +his pocket.</p> + +<p>For a moment, I thought Miss Temple +was going to faint, and I instinctively moved +toward her. She recovered herself at once. +"What are you aiming at?" she exclaimed. +"Is it possible that you suppose <i>I</i> had anything +to do with Mr. Ashton's death?"</p> + +<p>"I have not said so, Miss. This handkerchief +was found in Mr. Ashton's room. +It is possible that he had it himself, that he +kept it, as a souvenir of some former meeting, +although in that case it would hardly<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span> +have retained the strong scent of perfume +which I notice upon it. But you might +have dropped it at table—he may have +picked it up that very night. It is for these +reasons, Miss, that I asked you when you +last saw Mr. Ashton alive, and you refuse to +answer me. I desire only the truth, Miss +Temple. I have no desire to accuse anyone +unjustly. Tell us, if you can, how the +handkerchief came in Mr. Ashton's room."</p> + +<p>At these words, delivered in an earnest +and convincing manner, I saw Miss Temple's +face change. She felt that the detective +was right, as indeed, did I, and I waited +anxiously for her next words.</p> + +<p>"I last saw Mr. Ashton," she answered, +with a faint blush, "last night about midnight."</p> + +<p>Her answer was as much of a surprise to +me as it evidently was to both Major Temple +and the detective.</p> + +<p>"Muriel," exclaimed the former, in horrified +tones.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I went to his room immediately after +he retired," continued Miss Temple, with +evident effort. "I wished to tell him something—something +important—before the +morning, when it might have been too late. +I was afraid to stand in the hallway and talk +to him through the open door for fear I +should be seen. I went inside. I must have +dropped the handkerchief at that time."</p> + +<p>"Will you tell us what you wished to say +to Mr. Ashton that you regarded as so important +as to take you to his room at midnight?"</p> + +<p>Again Miss Temple hesitated, then evidently +decided to tell all. "I went to tell +him," she said, gravely, "that, no matter +what my father might promise him, I would +refuse to marry him under any circumstances. +I told him that, if he turned over +the emerald to my father under any such +promise, he would do so at his own risk. I +begged him to release me from the engage<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span>ment +which my father had made, and to +give me back a letter in which, at my father's +demand, I had in a moment of weakness +consented to it."</p> + +<p>"And he refused?" asked the detective.</p> + +<p>"He refused." Miss Temple bowed her +head, and I saw from the tears in her eyes +that her endurance and spirit under this +cross-questioning were fast deserting her.</p> + +<p>"Then what did you do?"</p> + +<p>"I went back to my room."</p> + +<p>"Did you retire?"</p> + +<p>"No."</p> + +<p>"Did you remove your clothing?"</p> + +<p>"I did not. I threw myself upon the bed +until—" She hesitated, and I suddenly +saw the snare into which she had been led. +When she appeared in the hallway at the +time of the murder she wore a long embroidered +Chinese dressing gown. Yet she +had just stated that she had not undressed. +McQuade, who seemed to have the mind of +a hawk, seized upon it at once.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Until what?" he asked bluntly.</p> + +<p>"Until—this morning," she concluded, +and I instinctively felt that she was not telling +the truth.</p> + +<p>"Until you heard the commotion in the +hall?" inquired McQuade, insinuatingly. +I felt that I could have strangled him where +he stood, but I knew in my heart that he was +only doing his duty.</p> + +<p>"Yes," she answered.</p> + +<p>"Then, Miss Temple, how do you explain +the fact that you appeared immediately +in the hall—as soon as the house was +aroused—in your slippers and a dressing +gown?"</p> + +<p>She saw that she had been trapped, and +still her presence of mind did not entirely +desert her. "I had begun to change," she +cried, nervously.</p> + +<p>"Were you out of the house this morning, +Miss Temple, at or about the time of +the murder? Were you at the corner of the +porch under Mr. Ashton's room?" The<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span> +detective's manner was brutal in its cruel +insistence.</p> + +<p>Miss Temple gasped faintly, then looked +at her father. Her eyes were filled with +tears. "I—I refuse to answer any more +questions," she cried, and, sobbing violently, +turned and left the room.</p> + +<p>McQuade strode quickly toward Major +Temple, who had observed the scene in +amazed and horrified silence. "Major +Temple," he said, sternly, "much as I regret +it, I am obliged to ask you to allow me +to go at once to Miss Temple's room."</p> + +<p>"To her room," gasped the Major.</p> + +<p>"Yes. I will be but a moment. It is +imperative that I make some investigations +there immediately."</p> + +<p>"Sir," thundered the Major, "do you +mean for a moment to imply that my daughter +had any hand in this business? By God, +Sir—I warn you—" he towered over the +detective, his face flushed, his clenched fist +raised in anger.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span></p> + +<p>McQuade held up his hand. "Major +Temple, the truth can harm no one who is +innocent. Miss Temple has, I fear, not +been entirely frank with me. It is my duty +to search her room at once—and I trust that +you will not attempt to interpose any obstacles +to my doing so." He started toward +the door, and Major Temple and I followed +reluctantly enough. With a growl of suppressed +rage the girl's father led the way +to her room to which she had not herself returned. +As though by instinct, the detective +went to a large closet between the dressing-room +and bedroom, threw it open, and +after a search of but a few moments drew +forth a pair of boots damp and covered with +mud, and a brown tweed walking skirt, the +lower edge of which was still damp and +mud stained. He looked at the Major significantly. +"Major Temple," he said, +"your daughter left the house, in these shoes +and this skirt, some time close to daybreak. +The murder occurred about that time. If<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span> +you will induce her to tell fully and frankly +why she did so, and why she seems so anxious +to conceal the fact, I am sure that it +will spare her and all of us a great deal of +annoyance and trouble, and assist us materially +in arriving at the truth." As he concluded, +sounds below announced the arrival +of the police and the divisional surgeon +from the town, and, with a curt nod, he left +us and descended to the hall.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_IV" id="CHAPTER_IV"></a>CHAPTER IV</h2> + +<h3>I ADVISE MISS TEMPLE</h3> + + +<p>I left the room and went down to the +main hall. The divisional surgeon, +with McQuade and his men had already +proceeded to the scene of the tragedy, +and as I did not suppose that I would be +wanted there, I left the house and started +out across the beautiful lawns, now partially +covered with the fallen leaves of oak and +elm, my mind filled with conflicting +thoughts and emotions. As I passed out, I +met Miss Temple coming along the porch, +wearing a long cloak, and evidently prepared +for a walk, so I suggested, rather awkwardly, +remembering her look of annoyance +during the examination by Sergeant McQuade, +that I should be happy to accompany +her. Somewhat to my surprise she accepted<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span> +my offer at once, and we started briskly off +along the main driveway leading to the +highroad. Miss Temple, of lithe and slender +build, was, I soon found, an enthusiastic +walker, and set the pace with a free and +swinging stride that rejoiced my heart. I +dislike walking with most women, whose +short and halting steps make accompanying +them but an irritation. I did not say anything +as we walked along, except to comment +upon the change of weather and the +beauty of the day, for I felt sure that she +would prefer to be left to her own thoughts +after the trying ordeal through which she +had just passed. She was silent all the way +down to the entrance to the grounds, and +seemed to feel oppressed by the house and +its proximity, but as soon as we set out along +the main road toward Pinhoe over which +Ashton and I had traveled the evening before, +she seemed to brighten up, and, turning +to me, said, with surprising suddenness: +"Do you believe, Mr. Morgan, that I had<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span> +any part in this terrible affair? The questions +the detective asked me indicated that he had."</p> + +<p>"Certainly not," I said. "And, if you +will permit me to say so, Miss Temple, I +think you would have been wiser had you +been entirely frank with him."</p> + +<p>"What do you mean?" she asked, indignantly.</p> + +<p>I felt disappointed, somehow, at her manner.</p> + +<p>"Miss Temple," I said, gently, "you at +first refused to admit that you had sought +an interview with Mr. Ashton at midnight. +I fully understood your reasons for your +refusal. It was an unconventional thing to +do, and you feared the misjudgment of +persons at large, although to me it appeared, +in the light of my knowledge of the case, a +most natural action. Mr. Ashton still retained +the jewel, and, if he gave it up after +your warning, he could not have complained +of the consequences. But I am<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span> +sorry, Miss Temple, that you were not as +frank about your leaving the house, as he +believes you did, early this morning."</p> + +<p>"Why does he believe that?" she asked, +spiritedly.</p> + +<p>"Because, in the first place, he found +footprints—the footprints of a woman's +shoe, in the gravel walk, from the west +corner of the porch to the main entrance. +They led only one way. After questioning +you, he searched your room, and found +the skirt and shoes which you wore, both +wet and covered with mud. The rain did +not stop until three or four this morning. +The footprints were made after the rain, +or they would have been washed away and +obliterated by it. For these reasons, he +fully believes you were out of the house +close to daybreak, which was the time of the +murder."</p> + +<p>"The brute," said Miss Temple, indignantly, +"to enter my rooms!"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span></p> + +<p>"It is after all only his duty, Miss Temple," +I replied.</p> + +<p>"Well, perhaps you are right. But suppose +I did go outside at that time—suppose +I had decided to run away from Mr. Ashton, +and my father, and their wretched conspiracy +against my happiness, what guilt is +there in that? I came back, did I not?"</p> + +<p>"Why," I inquired, "did you come +back?"</p> + +<p>She glanced quickly at me, with a look of +fear.</p> + +<p>"I—I—that I refuse to explain to anyone. +After all, Mr. Morgan, I certainly +am not obliged to tell the police my very +thoughts."</p> + +<p>Her persistency in evading any explanation +of her actions of the morning surprised +and annoyed me. "You will remember, +Miss Temple, that I said the footprints +led in one direction only, and that was +toward the house. Mr. McQuade does not<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span> +believe that you left the house in the same +way that you returned to it."</p> + +<p>"What on earth does he believe then?" +she inquired with a slight laugh, which was +the first sign of brightness I had seen in her +since she left me with a smile the night before. +I could not help admiring her beautiful +mouth and her white, even teeth as she +turned inquiringly to me. Yet my answer +was such as to drive that smile from her +face for a long time to come.</p> + +<p>"He believes this, Miss Temple, or at +least he thinks of it as a possibility: Whoever +committed the murder reached the +porch roof by means of the window at the +end of the upper hall, and, after entering +and leaving Mr. Ashton's room, descended +in some way from the porch to the pathway, +and re-entered the house by the main entrance. +Your footsteps are the only ones +so far that fit in with this theory."</p> + +<p>"It is absurd!" said my companion, +with a look of terror. "How could the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span> +window have been rebolted? Why should +the murderer not have re-entered the house +in the same way he left it? How does he +know that there was anyone upon the roof +at all?"</p> + +<p>"In answer to the first objection, he +claims that someone interested in the +murderer's welfare might have rebolted the +window upon entering the room. That +would of course mean either your father or +myself. To the second, that whoever committed +the crime feared to enter the hall by +the window after the house had been +aroused. To the third, there is positive evidence +of the presence of someone having +been upon the roof, at Mr. Ashton's window."</p> + +<p>"What evidence?" She seemed greatly +alarmed; her clenched hands and rapid +breathing indicated some intense inward +emotion.</p> + +<p>"The faint print of a hand—in blood, +upon the window sill. With these things to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span> +face, Miss Temple, you will, I'm sure, see +the advisability of explaining fully your departure +from the house, and your return, in +order that the investigations of the police +may be turned in other directions, where the +guilt lies, instead of in yours, where, I am +sure, it does not." I fully expected, after +telling her this, that she would insist upon +returning to the house at once and clearing +herself fully, but what was my amazement +as I observed her pallor, her agitation, the +nervous clenching of her hands, increase +momentarily as I laid the Sergeant's theory +before her! She seemed suddenly stricken +with terror. "I can say nothing, nothing +whatever," she answered, pathetically, her +face a picture of anguish.</p> + +<p>I felt alarmed, and indeed greatly disappointed +at her manner. Limiting the crime +to three persons, one of whom must have +been upon the porch roof a little before +daybreak, I saw at once that suspicion must +inevitably fall upon either Miss Temple or<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</a></span> +her father. In the first instance—McQuade's +theory that Miss Temple herself +committed the gruesome deed seemed borne +out by all the circumstances, but, if not, +there could be but one plausible explanation +of her unwillingness to speak: she +must have seen the murderer upon the roof, +and for that reason rushed back into the +house. In this event, however, she would +certainly have no desire to shield anyone +but her father—and he, in turn might have +re-entered the hallway through the window +before I had thrown on my clothes and left +my room after hearing the cry. He, also, +to cover up his crime, had he indeed committed +it, might have rebolted the window +from within while I was examining the +body of the murdered man, as McQuade +had suggested. I remembered now that +Major Temple had excluded everyone from +the room but ourselves, and shut the door as +soon as the murder was discovered. To +suppose that Miss Temple was the guilty<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</a></span> +person was to me out of the question. Had +she committed the crime, her father would +necessarily have been an accomplice, otherwise +he would not have bolted the window, +and this seemed unbelievable to me. Yet +there was the print of the bloody hand, +upon the window sill—small, delicately +formed, certainly not that of her father. +My brain whirled. I could apparently arrive +at nothing tangible, nothing logical. +There yet remained the one possibility—the +Chinaman, Li Min. His hands, small +and delicate, might possibly have made the +telltale print upon the window sill, but, in +that event, why should Miss Temple hesitate +to tell of it, had she seen him. The +only possible solution filled me with horror. +I could not for a moment believe it, yet it +insisted upon forcing itself upon my mind: +that Miss Temple and Li Min were acting +together; that her father, too, was in +the plot, as he must have been if he rebolted +the window. The thing was clearly impos<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span>sible, +yet if not explained in this way, the +Chinaman was clearly innocent, for I believed +without question that, had he entered +the room and committed the murder, he +could in no possible way have bolted the +window himself, from without, after leaving +it. I walked along in silence, my mind +confused, uncertain what to believe and +what not, yet, as I looked at the strong, beautiful +face of the girl beside me, I could not +think that, whatever she might be led to +do for the sake of someone else, she could +ever have committed such a crime herself. +I also remembered suddenly Major Temple's +angry remark, made to Robert Ashton +as they stood in the hall after dinner the +night before, that he would never allow +Ashton to leave the house with the emerald +in his possession. Was she shielding her +father? Was it he, then, that she had seen +upon the roof? We walked along for a +time in silence, then, through some subtle +intuition dropping the subject of the tragedy<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a></span> +completely, we fell to talking of my work, +my life in London, and so began to feel +more at ease with each other. By the time +we had returned to the house, it was close to +the luncheon hour, and as I went to my +room, I met Sergeant McQuade, in the hall. +From him I learned that the divisional +surgeon had completed his examination and +returned to the town, that the body had been +removed to a large unused billiard-room on +the ground floor, and that the inquest was +set for the following morning at eleven. +The detective also said, in response to a +question from me, that the two Chinamen +who had left Exeter on the morning train +had been apprehended in London, upon +their arrival, and were being held there +pending his coming. He proposed to run +up to town the next day, as soon as the inquest +was over. A careful and detailed +search of Mr. Ashton's room and belongings +had failed to reveal either any further +evidence tending to throw light upon the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</a></span> +murder, or any traces of the missing emerald +Buddha.</p> + +<p>After luncheon, Sergeant McQuade asked +Major Temple to meet him in the library, +accompanied by Li Min, and at the Major's +request I joined them. The Chinaman was +stolidly indifferent and perfectly collected +and calm. His wooden face, round and expressionless, +betrayed no feeling or emotion +of any nature whatsoever. I observed, as +did the detective, that his right hand was +bound up with a strip of white cloth. He +spoke English brokenly, but seemed to understand +quite well all that was said to +him.</p> + +<p>"Li Min," said Major Temple, addressing +the man, "this gentleman wishes to ask +you some questions." He indicated Sergeant +McQuade.</p> + +<p>"All light." The Chinaman faced McQuade +with a look of bland inquiry.</p> + +<p>"Where did you spend last night?" +asked the detective suddenly.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Me spend him with blother at Exeter."</p> + +<p>"Where, in Exeter?"</p> + +<p>"Flog Stleet."</p> + +<p>"What time did you leave this house?"</p> + +<p>"P'laps 'leven o'clock, sometime."</p> + +<p>"Was it raining?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, velly much lain."</p> + +<p>"You did not go to bed, then?"</p> + +<p>"No, no go to bed, go Exeter."</p> + +<p>The Sergeant looked at him sternly. +"Your bed was not made this morning. +You are lying to me."</p> + +<p>"No, no lie. Bed not made flom day +before. I make him myself."</p> + +<p>The detective turned to Major Temple. +"Is this fellow telling the truth?" he asked. +"Does he make his own bed?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," replied the Major. "The other +servants refused to have anything to do with +him. They are afraid to enter his room. +He cares for it himself."</p> + +<p>"What did you do in Exeter?" asked +McQuade.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</a></span></p> + +<p>"P'laps talkee some, smokee some, eatee +some—play fantan—bimby sleep."</p> + +<p>"What's the matter with your hand?" +asked the detective suddenly.</p> + +<p>"Me cuttee hand, bloken bottle—Exeter."</p> + +<p>"What kind of a bottle?"</p> + +<p>"Whiskey bottle," answered Li Min, +with a childlike smile.</p> + +<p>McQuade turned away with a gesture of +impatience. "There's no use questioning +this fellow any further," he growled. "He +knows a great deal more about this affair +than he lets on, but there's no way to get +it out of him, short of the rack and thumb-screw. +Do any of the other servants sleep +near him? Perhaps they may know +whether or not he left the house last night. +Who attends to locking the house up?"</p> + +<p>"I have always trusted Li Min," said +Major Temple. "He sleeps in a small +room on the third floor of the east wing, +which has a back stairway to the ground<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</a></span> +floor. The other house servants sleep on +the second floor of the rear extension, over +the kitchen and pantries. My daughter +generally sees to the locking up of the +house."</p> + +<p>"Did she do so last night?"</p> + +<p>"No. I did so myself. I locked the +rear entrance before I retired shortly before +midnight."</p> + +<p>"After Mr. Ashton had left you to retire?"</p> + +<p>"Immediately after."</p> + +<p>"Then, if Li Min had left the house by +that time, you would not have known it?"</p> + +<p>"No, I should not. I heard no sounds +in the servants' quarters and presumed they +had retired. I sat up with Mr. Ashton, discussing +various matters until quite late—perhaps +for two hours or more after dinner."</p> + +<p>"You were alone?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, both my daughter and Mr. Morgan +had retired some time before."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Did you have any quarrel with Mr. +Ashton before he left you?"</p> + +<p>Major Temple glanced at me with a +slight frown. "We had some words," he +said, hesitating slightly, "but they were not +of any serious consequence. We had a +slight disagreement about the price he was +to be paid for his services in procuring for +me the emerald in addition to the other arrangement, +of which I have already told +you."</p> + +<p>"And the matter was not settled before +he left you?"</p> + +<p>"No—" the Major hesitated perceptibly +and seemed to be choosing his words +with the utmost care—"it was not—but +we agreed to leave it until the morning."</p> + +<p>"You were displeased with Mr. Ashton, +were you not? You quarreled violently?"</p> + +<p>"I—we did not agree," stammered the +Major.</p> + +<p>"Did Mr. Ashton threaten to take the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</a></span> +stone elsewhere, in case you would not agree +to pay his price?"</p> + +<p>"He mentioned something of the sort, I +believe," said the Major.</p> + +<p>"To which you objected strongly?"</p> + +<p>"I protested, most certainly. I regarded +the stone as my property. He acted as my +agent only."</p> + +<p>McQuade remained silent for some moments, +then turned to Major Temple.</p> + +<p>"Major Temple," he said, "I am obliged +to go into the town for the remainder of the +afternoon, but I shall be back here this +evening. I shall leave one of my men on +the premises. When I return, I should +like very much to have you tell me the +complete history of this jewel, this emerald +Buddha, which has evidently been the cause +of all this trouble. No doubt Mr. Ashton +told you the story of his efforts to obtain it, +while in China, and of the way in which he +succeeded. Possibly, when we have a better +understanding of what this jewel may mean<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</a></span> +to the real owners of it, we may the better +understand how far they would go in their +efforts to recover it."</p> + +<p>"I shall be very happy indeed to do so," +said Major Temple. "It is a most interesting +and remarkable story, I can assure +you."</p> + +<p>After McQuade had gone, I strolled +about the grounds for the larger part of the +afternoon, trying to get my mind off the +gloomy events which had filled it all the +morning to the exclusion of everything else. +I said to Major Temple before I left him +that I regretted the necessity of remaining +as an uninvited guest at his house pending +the inquest, and suggested that I might remove +myself and my belongings to Exeter, +but he would not hear of it. I strolled into +the town, however, later in the afternoon, +after trying vainly to make some sketches, +and dispatched a telegram to my mother, in +Torquay, advising her that I would be delayed +in joining her. On my way back I<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</a></span> +took a short cut over the fields, and found +myself approaching The Oaks from the +rear, through a bit of woodland, which +through neglect had become filled with +underbrush. The sun had already set, or +else the gloom of the autumn afternoon obscured +its later rays, for the wood was +shadowy and dark, and as I emerged from +it, near a line of hedge which separated it +from the kitchen gardens of The Oaks, I observed +two figures standing near a gateway +in the hedge, talking together earnestly. I +came upon them suddenly, and, as I did so, +they separated and one of them disappeared +swiftly into the shadows of the wood while +the other advanced rapidly toward the +house. I quickened my steps, and, as the +figure ahead of me reached the higher +ground in the rear of the house, I saw that +it was Li Min. He appeared unconscious +of my presence and vanished rapidly into +the house. The circumstance filled me<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</a></span> +with vague suspicions, though I could not +tell just why. Instinctively, as I approached +the house, I turned toward the west wing, +and, as I reached the rear corner of the +building, I stepped back on the grass, beyond +the gravel walk, to obtain a view of +the windows above. As I moved backward +over the turf, until I could reach a point +where I could see over the edge of the porch +roof, I suddenly tripped over an object in +the grass and nearly fell. As I recovered +myself, I looked to see what it was, and +picked up a short, thick iron poker with a +heavy octagonal brass knob at one end of it. +As I held it in my hand, I realized at once +that with such a weapon as this the strange +wound in Ashton's head could readily have +been made. I examined the pointed prismatic +knob carefully, but, beyond being +somewhat stained from lying in the wet +grass, it showed no other marks of the gruesome +use to which I instinctively felt it had<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[100]</a></span> +been put. Wrapping it carefully in my +handkerchief, I carried it to my room, and +took the precaution to lock it safely in one +of the drawers of the dresser, pending an +opportunity to show it privately to Sergeant +McQuade upon his return from Exeter.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_V" id="CHAPTER_V"></a>CHAPTER V</h2> + +<h3>MAJOR TEMPLE'S STORY</h3> + + +<p>We sat in the dimly lighted library +after dinner, having been joined +by Sergeant McQuade who returned +from Exeter about nine. I had not +seen Miss Temple alone, since dinner, as she +had retired to her room as soon as our silent +meal was over. The Major, after furnishing +us with some excellent cigars, and +some specially fine liqueur brandy, settled +himself in his easy chair and proceeded to +tell us of his experiences, and those of Robert +Ashton, in the pursuit of the emerald +Buddha. He seemed anxious to do this, to +show to the detective the probability of the +murder of Ashton having occurred in an +attempt upon the part of some Chinese secret +or religious society to recover the jewel.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</a></span> +He showed no feeling of animosity toward +the man from Scotland Yard whether he felt +it or not, and had either concluded that the +latter's sharp questioning of his daughter +was justified by the curious and inexplicable +circumstances which surrounded the +tragedy, or else was desirous of covering +up his own knowledge of the matter by assuming +a manner at once frank and ingenuous.</p> + +<p>"I spent almost all of last year," said the +Major, "in traveling through the interior +of China. I was for a long time stationed +in India, and although I was placed upon +the retired list nearly ten years ago, the +spirit of the East has called me, its fascination +has drawn me toward the rising sun, +ever since. I had traveled extensively in +India, Siam, Persia and even Japan, and +was familiar with most of the Chinese +cities upon and near the coast, but the interior +was to me until last year almost a +sealed book. My daughter and I arrived at<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</a></span> +Pekin early last spring, and, after spending +nearly a month in that city, we began +an extensive trip toward the West. I had +made somewhat of a study of Chinese, while +in India, having always been attracted by +the art and history of that remarkable country, +and during our stay in Pekin, and later, +while traveling inland, I managed to pick +up enough of the local dialects to make myself +understood. We traveled on horseback, +and had a considerable retinue of +native servants which we took along with +us from Pekin. The expedition was safe +enough, barring the usual attempts of sneak +thieves upon our stores, and while to persons +not accustomed to traveling in such +countries the journey would no doubt have +been full of hardships, to us, familiar with +such work, it was fairly comfortable. We +paid good prices for what we bought en +route, had no religious views to promulgate, +and, by minding our own business strictly, +we had no trouble with the natives of any<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[104]</a></span> +serious moment. I had managed to pick +up a few samples of old porcelain and one +or two excellent ivories of great age and +beauty, but, beyond these, the trip had not +yielded much in the way of curios for my +collection, when in June we reached the city +of Ping Yang. We found this place peculiarly +interesting to us, with a population +noticeably different from the inhabitants of +the seaport towns, and we remained there +perhaps a month. I spent a good deal of +time wandering about the town, looking at +such examples of old bronzes, embroideries, +curious bits of jewelry, etc., as I could find +in the shops and bazaars, and I frequently +had occasion to pass a small temple, maintained +by the Buddhists in one of the lower +quarters of the town. Not over half of the +Chinese are Buddhists, as perhaps you may +know, the number of devotees of that religion +being considerably greater in the +western and northwestern part of the empire, +toward Thibet, from which country the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</a></span> +religion originally passed into China. This +temple, of which I speak, was a small one, +but was notable because of the fact that a +portion of the bone of the little finger of +Buddha was preserved, or said to be preserved, +among the relics of the shrine. I +had frequently observed the priest, who had +charge of the temple, sitting sunning himself +outside its doorway as I passed, and on +several occasions I had dropped some coins +into his hand with a salutation which would +be equivalent to our English good luck. +One day when I was passing, I remarked +to one of my servants who was with me and +who understood English fairly well, that I +was curious to see the interior of the shrine, +and he, after a conversation with the temple +priest, informed me that, if I wished it, +there would be no objection to my doing so. +I thereupon entered and found myself in a +gloomy chamber dimly illuminated by several +oil lamps hanging from the low ceiling. +Around the walls of the room hung<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</a></span> +some wonderful embroideries, which represented, +so the priest informed me, incidents +in the life of Buddha. There were +no seats, of course, and the floor was of hard-packed +clay. At the center of the rear end +of the room was a high wooden screen, +elaborately carved, and lacquered in dull +red and gold. Through an opening in this +screen I perceived a large bronze figure of +the Buddha, before which was arranged, +upon the low altar, a profusion of flowers +and food, offerings of the faithful to the +deity. There were a number of small +candles burning before the bronze figure, +and behind and beyond it I saw a small +room which evidently served as the living +or sleeping chamber of the temple priest. +After he had shown me everything in the +room with much pride—he seemed a +simple and earnest old fellow—I made +ready to depart and, before doing so, drew +from my pocket a handful of the brass coins, +called cash, with which you are no doubt<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</a></span> +familiar, and thrust them into the old fellow's +outstretched hands. He seemed deeply +grateful and said a few words in his native +tongue to my servant, who turned to me +with the information that the priest was +about to accord me an especial honor by +showing me the sacred relic of the Buddha. +He approached the altar, and, taking +a key from his girdle, opened a small +gold box covered with wonderful repoussé +work, which stood directly in front of the +sitting figure of the god, and rested between +his knees. Upon opening this box, +he drew forth a small ivory shrine, also +elaborately carved, which he set upon the +top of the first box, and arranged so that the +light from the candles fell upon it. He +then opened the ivory box with a small +gold key, and I looked in. The relic of +the Buddha, a small and insignificant looking +piece of dirty brown bone, I paid slight +attention to, for in that box, glistening and +glowing with the most wonderful color in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</a></span> +the light of the candles, stood the emerald +Buddha. The relic lay upon a piece of +white silk, at the bottom of the box. There +was a shelf in the box, of ivory, half-way +up its height, and upon this shelf, occupying +the upper half of the ivory casket, stood +the emerald, its brilliant color and marvelous +workmanship rendered the more +noticeable by the white background of the +ivory. I inquired as to its history, through +my servant, and was informed that it had +been brought to Ping Yang many centuries +before, by the priest who brought the relic +from Thibet and founded the temple. He +told me that it was an emerald, but neither +the fact of its enormous size and value as +a jewel nor its priceless beauty as an example +of the most exquisite workmanship +in the carving and cutting of gems that I +had ever seen seemed to appeal to him. To +him its value was solely of a religious nature: +it was a statue of the great teacher, +carved by some devoted worshiper or<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</a></span> +patient monk centuries before, and had always +been venerated, next to the relic, as +the most precious of all the temple's possessions. +I told my servant to ask the priest +if they would sell it, but he seemed disinclined +to make the request until I repeated +my injunction rather sharply. When the +message had been translated to the old man, +he scowled darkly, his face lighting up with +a look of sullen anger, and, hastily locking +his treasures in their double box, he turned +without making any reply and began to +usher us from the room. I repeated the request, +this time using my own store of +Chinese, and drew forth a large roll of gold, +but the priest waved me aside with an angry +word, which sounded like a curse, and +pointed to the door. There was nothing +left but to go, and I did so, though with +the bitterest regret at leaving what I considered +the most remarkable and unique of +all the curios which I have ever seen in +the whole course of my life and the one<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</a></span> +which I would have given most to possess. +In the course of the next week I haunted +the neighborhood of the temple, and several +times, finding the old priest sitting beside +the door, attempted to repeat my offer, +but he invariably drew back with a look of +intense hatred, and refused to listen to me. +Upon my fourth or fifth attempt I found +him in company with several other Chinamen, +evidently members of his sect, who +regarded me with dark looks and muttered +imprecations, and the next time I appeared +in the street I found myself surrounded by +quite a mob of excited Chinamen who assailed +me with fierce curses and cries, and +even made as though to offer me personal +violence. After this I felt that it would be +unsafe for me to venture into that quarter +of the town again, and a few days later, +finding that even in other sections of the +city I was regarded with evident suspicion +and dislike, I decided to leave the place and +return to Pekin. We left Pekin early in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[111]</a></span> +August, and, after stopping at several of the +seaport cities, arrived early in October in +Hong Kong where we made a stay of several +weeks. It was here that I met Robert +Ashton who, like myself, was traveling in +China for the purpose of collecting rare +examples of Chinese art, and who, I soon +found, possessed an extraordinary knowledge +of the subject. This knowledge, +which is not common among us in the West, +formed a bond of sympathy between us, especially +in that country so remote from +home, where the sight of an English face +and the sound of one's native language are +always so welcome. During our stay there +we saw a great deal of Mr. Ashton, and +he soon became very attentive to my daughter. +She, like myself, has always felt a deep +interest in Eastern art, and seemed rather to +welcome Mr. Ashton's attentions, and I was +gratified to think that in him I might find +a son-in-law who would appreciate the collection, +which has been my life work. I<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[112]</a></span> +told him the story of my experiences in +Ping Yang, in which he seemed deeply interested. +He informed me that, although +he had been in the city, he had never heard +of the emerald Buddha. He intended going +on to Pekin later in the autumn, and +proposed to me that he should attempt to +secure the jewel for me. I told him that +I regarded its purchase as impossible, but +he only laughed and said that he felt sure +he could secure it. I made light of his +claims, and, when he said in all seriousness +one night that he would obtain it for me +provided I would consent to his marriage +to my daughter, I agreed at once, both because +I felt his quest was an absolutely hopeless +one and because I saw no objections +to him as a son-in-law in any event. I did +not mention my agreement to my daughter +at the time, not wishing it to appear to her +that I was bartering her in return for a mere +jewel. In fact I felt so certain that she +would welcome Mr. Ashton's advances that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[113]</a></span> +I preferred that she should remain in ignorance +of my compact with him. A few +days later he departed for Pekin, and we +returned home by way of India and Suez. +On account of both my daughter's health +and my own, we decided to take a house +on the southwest coast for a time, my house +in London being under lease for a term of +years, expiring this coming spring. Upon +my return I questioned my daughter with +relation to Mr. Ashton, and was amazed and +horrified to learn that, far from regarding +him with sentiments of esteem, she bore toward +him a feeling almost of aversion. I +explained to her the promise that I had +made which it was now too late for me +to recall, and at my earnest request and almost +at my command she wrote to Mr. Ashton, +agreeing to abide by my wishes in the +matter. That was six or eight months ago, +and I heard nothing from him until two +days ago when he telegraphed me from +Southampton that he had arrived in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[114]</a></span> +England and would come to see me at +once.</p> + +<p>"His story, as he related it to me at dinner +last night, was like an adventure from +the Arabian Nights. After completing his +business in Pekin, he had set out upon his +long journey to Ping Yang with only a +single native servant, a Chinaman from the +south, a Confucian, who was devoted to him, +and owed him a debt of gratitude for saving +his life on one occasion. Accompanied +only by this man, he penetrated slowly to +within about fifteen miles of the city of +Ping Yang, and there, in a small village, +he lived for over a month, in an inconspicuous +way. He spoke Chinese well, and, with +the assistance of his servant, got hold of a +dress such as is worn by the Buddhist pilgrim +monks in China, who, casting aside +the things of this World, spend their life in +wandering about from shrine to shrine, living +on the alms of the faithful and preaching +the doctrines of their religion as they<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[115]</a></span> +go. In this dress, with shaven head and +staff in hand, he had arrived, alone, in Ping +Yang one evening at dusk and at once proceeded +to the temple, the location of which +I had carefully described to him. Arriving +at the door, with an offering of flowers, +he entered, and, prostrating himself before +the shrine, seemed lost in prayer. There +were a number of other worshipers in the +temple at the time, and still others came +and went as the evening wore on, but Ashton +continued in his place, muttering his +prayers and pretending to be in great agony +of spirit. Presently the hour grew late and +one by one the worshipers departed, until +only Ashton and the old temple priest +were left. The latter, in some impatience, +came up to him, and informed him that the +hour was late and that he had better continue +his devotions upon the morrow. +Ashton pretended to be suffering from some +sudden illness, and lay upon the floor moaning +pitifully. As the old monk bent over<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[116]</a></span> +him to see whether he could hear his muttered +words Ashton suddenly seized him by +the throat, and with his powerful hands +choked him into silence. He then gagged +him with a piece of cloth which he had +brought for the purpose, and, taking from +his girdle the keys of the small shrine, proceeded +to quickly open it and abstract the +coveted emerald Buddha. Escape was easy. +The old priest, unable to utter a sound +would be unable to give the alarm until the +next morning, and by that time Ashton, who +had left his servant with their horses at a +retired spot outside the town, would be +miles away, journeying peaceably toward +Pekin as an English traveler. His escape, +however, was not to be so easily effected. +Whether the old priest penetrated his disguise +as he sprang upon him, or whether +the uproar into which the town was thrown +reached the house at which the disguise had +been assumed, he of course never knew, but +it is certain that, after progressing toward<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[117]</a></span> +Pekin for two days, they became aware that +they were being followed by a numerous +party of Chinese upon horseback, armed +with pikes, bows and arrows, and some +muskets. They got wind of the pursuing +party before they themselves were seen, and, +swerving from the main road, abandoned +their horses in a lonely bit of wood, and +while Ashton hid in the underbrush, his +servant, after waiting until their pursuers +had passed, went out and procured at a +near-by village a set of Chinese clothing +similar to his own, which Ashton donned +after burying his own belongings in a +swampy pond in the wood. From here on +his adventures were exciting and varied, but +as they progressed in a southeasterly direction +they got beyond the zone which had +been affected by the robbery of the temple, +and at last succeeded in reaching the coast. +From here they went north to Pekin, where +the pseudo-Chinamen disappeared one night +into the house where Ashton maintained<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[118]</a></span> +his headquarters while in Pekin, and the +next morning Ashton appeared in European +clothing, and began making arrangements +to leave for his long trip to +England. The rest of the story you know. +He arrived here last night, and this morning +he was found murdered and the emerald +Buddha has disappeared. God knows +what influences have been at work in his +taking off. As for me, I know no more +about it than you do."</p> + +<p>As Major Temple concluded his story, he +gazed at Sergeant McQuade and myself in +turn, then passed his hand nervously over +his forehead, as though the strain of the +tragedy had begun to tell upon him +severely.</p> + +<p>McQuade rose, and I did likewise, and, +bidding the Major good-night we left +the room, leaving him sitting dejectedly +enough, I thought, in his easy chair, patting +the head of his great mastiff, Boris. It was +past midnight when I left McQuade at the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[119]</a></span> +foot of the staircase, and, in spite of all the +excitement of the day, I found myself so +worn out that I was asleep almost as soon +as I had placed my head upon the pillow.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[120]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VI" id="CHAPTER_VI"></a>CHAPTER VI</h2> + +<h3>THE ORIENTAL PERFUME</h3> + + +<p>The inquest into Robert Ashton's +strange death, which was held the +following day in the billiard-room +at The Oaks, was a brief affair. A jury had +been impaneled in the town, and Major +Temple, Miss Temple and myself, as well as +Li Min and the other servants, were duly +examined and we told our respective stories +as we had already told them to Sergeant McQuade. +No new light was thrown upon +the affair by our testimony. Miss Temple, +when questioned, admitted that she had left +the house early in the morning, with the intention +of running away, but had changed +her mind suddenly and returned. Beyond +this nothing could be got out of her. The +divisional surgeon testified that his examina<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[121]</a></span>tion +of the deceased showed a simple fracture +of the skull, not necessarily sufficient +to produce death, although capable of doing +so when combined with nervous shock +or a weakened condition of the heart. That +one or both of the latter agencies had combined +with the result of the blow was evidenced +by Ashton's almost instantaneous +death and the look of horror which was +upon his face. There was nothing for the +jury to do but render a verdict stating +that Robert Ashton had come to his death +through a blow upon the head, delivered +with some sharp instrument by a person or +persons unknown. Said verdict having accordingly +been rendered, and the body removed +to an undertaking establishment in +Exeter, there seemed nothing further for +me to do but pack up my few belongings +and go my way, knowing no more of the +cause of Robert Ashton's death than before. +I knew that Sergeant McQuade was +working eagerly upon the case, and I felt<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[122]</a></span> +sure that, if the discovery of the murderer +were possible, he would accomplish it, but +I had very grave doubts as to his success. +I spoke a few words to him at the close +of the inquest, and he informed me that he +intended going up to London early that +afternoon to interrogate the two Chinamen +detained there since the preceding day, and, +upon my volunteering to accompany him, +he evinced no objection, but on the contrary +seemed rather to welcome my suggestion. +I knew perfectly well that, until +the mystery was solved, not only myself, but +Major and Miss Temple and Li Min, as +well as the other servants in the house would +all be more or less under police surveillance, +and my sudden determination to go +up to London arose from a feeling that I +wanted if possible to stay with this case to +the end—a feeling that became intensified +whenever I thought of Muriel Temple and +the unfortunate position in which this affair +had placed her. Her exquisitely lovely<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[123]</a></span> +face, drawn with suffering, appeared to me +constantly, as she had looked at the coroner's +inquest, and I felt with all my heart +that, if I could do anything to help her, +I would, cost what it might. I had no very +clear idea as to just what I could accomplish +by going up to London, but I felt sure +that I should be more likely to find opportunities +for helping her there, with the +detective, than would be the case should +I continue my walking trip to Torquay.</p> + +<p>I hastened to my room, therefore, intending +to pack my belongings before luncheon, +so as to be ready for a start as soon thereafter +as the detective was ready. I left the +door of my room partially open upon entering, +and for a time busied myself in arranging +my luggage. As I did so, I thought +I heard a slight sound in the green room +across the hall—the one in which the +tragedy had occurred—and, glancing up, +saw that, by looking into the mirror of my +dresser, I could see most of the interior of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[124]</a></span> +the room opposite. The room was not +empty—for in a moment I observed Li +Min, the Chinese servant, engaged apparently +in arranging it, now that its unfortunate +occupant and his belongings had +been removed. His actions struck me as being +decidedly peculiar, and I watched him +carefully as he moved about. He was evidently +searching for something, and examined +with the most minute care every object +in the room—the carpet, the pictures, +the furniture, even the wall paper, as +though looking for some place of concealment. +I tried to figure this out to myself, +but I could see no reasonable explanation of +his conduct. If he, or any of his confederates +had killed Ashton, they certainly +must have secured the emerald Buddha, +and taken it with them—the empty case, +I remembered, lay upon the table. What +then, could this Chinaman be searching for +with such evident eagerness and anxiety? I +determined to surprise him, and with a few<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[125]</a></span> +rapid steps crossed the intervening hall and +appeared in the doorway. He at once +seemed confused, and made a quick pretense +of being busily occupied in the business +of setting the room to rights. I stood +looking at him questioningly for a few moments, +when I presently became aware of +a curiously pungent, yet sweet, aromatic +odor, which had something vaguely familiar +to me about it. I could not, at first, +place this perfume, which was noticeably +different from those of our own country, +when suddenly it flashed into my mind that +this was the curious scent which I had +noticed upon Miss Temple's handkerchief—the +one dropped by her in Ashton's room +on the occasion of her visit to him shortly +before midnight on the evening preceding +the tragedy. I glanced about, thinking to +discover the source of this perfume, but for +a time had difficulty in doing so. At last, +however, I found that it came from a small +cake of soap, of a dull-green color, which<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[126]</a></span> +lay upon the washstand where it had +evidently been left by Ashton. I picked +up the soap and examined it, and at once +recognized the pungent odor of which I +have spoken. The coincidence struck me +as being queer—the presence of this same +perfume upon Miss Temple's handkerchief—and +I was at a loss to account for it. I +picked up the cake of soap, observing its +perfume closely, then, noticing that the +Chinaman was regarding me with a particularly +malevolent gaze, I retired to my +room, taking the soap with me. I had no +definite purpose in this except to keep it in +order to identify the perfume, and, upon returning +to my room threw it into my satchel +and completed the arrangements for my departure.</p> + +<p>I was soon ready to go, and, after leaving +my bag with one of McQuade's men, who +was to accompany us to the railway station, +I sought Miss Temple in the hope of saying +good-by to her before my departure.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[127]</a></span> +I was lucky enough to find her in the +library, sewing, and looking unusually pale +and distressed. She greeted me with rising +color, and I confess that I, too, felt a +trifle of embarrassment. I could not forget +her agitation of the day before when I +had questioned her as to her movements +upon the morning of the tragedy and her +flat refusal to continue the conversation +when I had pressed her to explain her reasons +for her early morning expedition as +well as her sudden return. I stood gazing +at her in perplexity, but, as I did so, the +beauty of her face, the clear, honest expression +of her eyes once more convinced me +that whatever were her reasons for silence +they did not in any way implicate <i>her</i> in this +tangled affair.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 380px;"> +<img src="images/gg03.png" width="380" height="600" alt=""I HAVE COME TO SAY GOOD-BY," I SAID." title="" /> +<span class="caption">"I HAVE COME TO SAY GOOD-BY," I SAID.</span> +</div> + +<p>"I have come to say good-by," I said.</p> + +<p>"Oh, are you going—I did not know." +She half rose; her face filled with lively +concern.</p> + +<p>"I'm afraid I've already overstayed my<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[128]</a></span> +time," I replied. "After all, Miss Temple, +I came as a stranger and must thank you +and your father for making me as welcome +as you have under the existing painful circumstances."</p> + +<p>"I have not thought of you as a stranger, +Mr. Morgan," she answered simply. "You +have been a great help during this trying +ordeal, and I am sorry that you must go—very +sorry." There was a ring of sincerity +in her voice that thrilled me; my +heart gave a leap, and, as I met her eyes, I +realized all of a sudden that, go where I +might, I could not yet go very far away +from Muriel Temple. "I do not go because +I desire it," I replied, in a voice from +which I could not eliminate the depth and +intensity of my feelings. "I am no longer +needed here, and it is in the hope that I +may perhaps be of some service to you in +London that I have asked Sergeant McQuade's +permission to accompany him there +to-day. I have taken the deepest interest<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[129]</a></span> +in this terrible affair, Miss Temple, and, +if it lies in my power, I intend to find the +solution of it. My reward, if I can do so, +will be the knowledge that I have served +you."</p> + +<p>"You are very good, Mr. Morgan. I +shall never forget it, never." She rose and +placed her hand in mine, and allowed it +to remain there for a moment—a moment +which seemed far too short to me, since I +had suddenly realized that I should be +madly happy could I know that I would +have the right to keep it there always. +"And, when you have good news, you will +come to The Oaks and tell us about it, will +you not?" she concluded, with a smile that +went to my heart.</p> + +<p>"Indeed I shall, Miss Temple—you +may be sure of that—and I hope it may +be soon."</p> + +<p>"So do I," she said, and I turned to leave +her. Then I suddenly bethought myself +of the strange Oriental perfume that had<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[130]</a></span> +clung so strongly to the handkerchief which +the detective had found in the green room. +I turned to her once more. "Miss Temple," +I said, with some hesitation, "you +will pardon me, I know, but you may remember +that the handkerchief which was +found in Mr. Ashton's room upon the morning +of the—the tragedy, and which you +thought you might have dropped there, was +strongly scented with a powerful Oriental +perfume. May I ask what that perfume is, +and where you procured it?"</p> + +<p>"Perfume?" she ejaculated, in surprise. +"Why, Mr. Morgan, I never use +any—never."</p> + +<p>"You never use any?" I stammered. +"But it was upon your handkerchief. I +thought that perhaps you might have gotten +it during your travels in China."</p> + +<p>"The handkerchief was mine, Mr. Morgan—that +is true. But of the perfume I +know absolutely nothing. Why do you +ask?"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[131]</a></span></p> + +<p>I hardly knew what reply to make. The +whole affair seemed absurdly trivial; the +identity of the perfume of the soap, and of +the handkerchief meant nothing, pointed +to nothing, and yet I could not shake off the +idea that there was some intimate connection +between the perfume of the handkerchief +and that of the soap which would go +far toward solving the mystery of Robert +Ashton's death. I bade her good-by with +some simple explanation of my question, +and hurried out to find McQuade. I understood +that he intended going in to Exeter +before luncheon, getting a bite to eat +there, and taking the early afternoon express +for London. I found him with one +of his men upon the porch roof, busily engaged +in making photographs of the bloody +hand print upon the window sill of the +green room. He came down presently and +joined me.</p> + +<p>"Is it not a curious fact, Mr. Morgan," +he remarked, as he reached the foot of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[132]</a></span> +short ladder he had used to ascend to the +roof, "that, although Li Min had not only +the motive for the murder, namely, the securing +of the emerald Buddha, but also the +opportunity, inasmuch as he could readily +have reached the porch roof from within the +house by means of the hall window, and +while the hand print which I have been +photographing is small and delicate, like +that of a woman, or indeed like that of Li +Min himself, yet I have tested every possible +human means whereby the windows +and doors of that room could have been +bolted after the crime was committed, and +I can see no possible way in which it could +have been done, unless either Major Temple +or yourself did it upon entering the +room, which you certainly would neither +of you have any reason to do were Li Min +the guilty person? In spite of many of the +peculiarities of Miss Temple's conduct, +in spite of Major Temple's altercation with +Mr. Ashton, I have been prepared to be<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[133]</a></span>lieve +all along that Li Min was on this roof +at or near daybreak yesterday morning and +I do not mind telling you that I have +discovered certain evidence—evidence which +had before escaped me, that to my mind +proves it conclusively—yet how he could +have entered that room, murdered Mr. Ashton, +secured the jewel, climbed out of the +window and shut and bolted it behind him +on the inside is beyond my comprehension. +It is not humanly possible—it simply cannot +be." He shook his head and looked at +me in a state of evident perplexity.</p> + +<p>I felt unable to offer any suggestions of +value, but I hazarded a question. "Have +you searched the attic above the room?" I +asked.</p> + +<p>"Thoroughly," he replied. "The rafters +have never been floored over. The lath +and plaster of the ceiling are absolutely unbroken. +As for the four walls, two of them +are exterior walls, without openings, except +the windows. One is the solid parti<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[134]</a></span>tion +between the room and the hallway. +The fourth is equally solid, and of brick, +between the green room and a large closet +adjoining it to the east, which has evidently +been used as a sort of lumber room, and +contains a collection of old furniture, carpets, +etc., covered with dust half an inch +deep. The dust-covered floor and the rusty +lock both show that it has not been entered +for a long time. The furniture belongs +to the owners of the property, and was +evidently placed there years ago when the +property was offered for leasing."</p> + +<p>"Then it would seem that we have exhausted +all possible clews," I observed. I +did not think it worth while to take him +into my confidence regarding Li Min, or +the perfumed soap; and the brass-headed +poker which I had found, and which I had +placed in the drawer in my room, I had +for the moment completely forgotten.</p> + +<p>"So it seems," he remarked, thoughtfully. +"This is by long odds the strangest<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[135]</a></span> +case I have ever worked on. Possibly the +two Chinamen we have in London may be +able to throw some light upon it."</p> + +<p>As we rounded the corner of the house, +on our way to the front door, we suddenly +saw Li Min dart out of the main entrance, +closely pursued by the officer to whom I had +entrusted my luggage. The Chinaman +carried in his hand my Gladstone bag, and +was running with incredible swiftness toward +the road. Before I had time to make +a move, McQuade darted forward and intercepted +him, knocking from his hand with +lightning-like quickness a long knife which +he drew from his blouse. The two of them +tumbled over upon the turf, McQuade rising +first with my satchel in his hand. He +looked at it, and seeing my name upon it +handed it to me with a grim smile. "You +must have a valuable kit here, Sir," he said, +"or else this fellow has taken leave of his +senses." He nodded to his assistant, who +promptly stepped forward and snapped a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[136]</a></span> +pair of handcuffs upon the sullen-looking +Oriental.</p> + +<p>"The whole outfit isn't worth five +pounds," I said, laughing, and picked up +the satchel. As I did so the catch came +open and my small collection of flannel +shirts, toilet articles, sketching materials, +etc., tumbled upon the grass. McQuade +joined in my laugh, and assisted me in replacing +my effects. "Nothing much here, +Sir," he said, but I did not fail to notice that +he observed each article closely as we repacked +the satchel.</p> + +<p>We drove back to town in the high cart, +with one of Major Temple's grooms at the +reins beside me, and Li Min and the Sergeant +upon the rear seat. After depositing +the Chinaman at the jail, we took a hurried +lunch at the Half Moon, and left for London +on the early afternoon express, arriving +at Waterloo station about dusk. I gave McQuade +the address of my lodgings and +studio in Tottenham Court Road, and, as<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[137]</a></span> +he intended reporting at once at Scotland +Yard, I left him with the understanding +that, if anything significant developed during +his examination of the two Chinamen, he +would advise me and call upon me if I could +assist him in any way. I realized of course +that I was purely an outsider, and in no position +to expect the police to take me into +their confidence, but on the other hand I +was not only the most important witness +in the case, but my keen interest in the solution +of the mystery, for the purpose of clearing +the names of both Miss Temple and her +father from any vestige of suspicion, was not +lost upon the Sergeant, and I think he realized +that I might be of considerable assistance +to him should the case take some +unexpected turn. He hurried off in a hansom +and I followed, stopping on my way +at the Vienna Café for dinner. It was past +eight when I arrived at my studio, and, +throwing my bag into a corner I sat down +and wrote a letter to my mother at Tor<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[138]</a></span>quay, +explaining to her my change of plans, +although making no mention of the reasons +which caused the change. I must have +been unusually tired, owing to my early rise +and the varied excitements of the day, for +I dozed in my chair, and was not aroused +until after eleven, when I heard a loud +knock at the studio door. I sprang up, +somewhat confused, and, opening the door, +found under it an envelope containing a +note, written on plain, rather cheap paper, +in a somewhat irregular but legible hand. +It was from McQuade, and requested me +to meet him at once at Number 30, Kingsgate +Street. There was nothing else in the +note, so without further delay I threw on a +warm coat and soft hat, and, hurrying to +the street, summoned a cab. The driver +looked a bit surprised at the address, and +asked me to repeat it, which I did a bit +sharply, then threw myself into the rear +seat and lighted a cigarette. Events were +moving quickly it seemed. McQuade, I<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[139]</a></span> +felt sure would not have sent for me at this +hour of the night unless some developments +of importance had occurred. I rejoiced in +the hope that the examination of the two +Exeter Chinamen had resulted in the discovery +of both the missing jewel and the +murderer, and thought with pleasure of the +expedition I should make on the morrow +to The Oaks and the happy tidings I should +bring to Muriel. I had thought of her so +continuously, since leaving there, and felt +so keenly the loss of her companionship, +slight as it had so far been, that I knew that +hereafter all roads, for me, would led to +Exeter until the day came when I might +led her from it as my wife. It was while +occupied in these dreams that I felt my +cab draw up alongside the curb, just as the +hour of midnight was striking from Old +St. Paul's. I dismissed my man with a +shilling for his pains, and ascended the steps +of Number 30.</p> + +<p>The house was an old one, and its ex<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[140]</a></span>terior +was gloomy and forbidding. Not a +light shone in its closely shuttered windows, +and only over the transom of the door was +there any visible sign of occupants within. +Here a faintly burning oil lamp shone behind +a cobwebby glass, with the number of +the house painted upon it in black. The +whole atmosphere of the place was depressing +in the extreme, and I pulled the bell +with feelings of inward trepidation. Without, +all was silent and deserted, and the starless +sky and the sighing of wind through the +gloomy streets, from which my cab had +long since departed, but added to my presentiments +of evil. I had heard the faint +jangle of a bell in the interior of the house +when I pulled the knob, but so long an interval +elapsed before any response came that +I was on the point of ringing it again, when +I suddenly heard soft footsteps in the hallway, +and the door was silently opened. I +stepped within, mechanically, unable to observe +the person who had admitted me, ow<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[141]</a></span>ing +to the fact that he or she, I knew not +which, stood partially behind the door as it +swung open and was therefore concealed +by it. I had taken but a single step into +the passage, when the door was swiftly +closed behind me, and at the same instant a +bag of heavy cloth was thrust over my head, +and my arms were pinioned from behind +in a vise-like grip. I attempted an outcry, +and struggled violently, but the bag was +drawn closely about my throat by a noose in +the edge of it, and I felt myself being +slowly, but surely, strangled.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[142]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VII" id="CHAPTER_VII"></a>CHAPTER VII</h2> + +<h3>IN THE TEMPLE OF BUDDHA</h3> + + +<p>It was but a few moments after midnight, +when I entered the house in Kingsgate +Street, and it must have been nearly or +quite an hour before I finally removed the +bag from my head and realized the nature of +my surroundings. Immediately after the attack +upon me, I was lifted bodily by two or +three silent figures, and carried a considerable +distance, part of the way down a steep +flight of stairs, and through what from its +damp and musty smell might have been a +tunnel or cellar. Presently I heard the +opening of a heavy door, and in a moment +I was thrown roughly upon a bench, and my +pockets were systematically searched. My +captors evidently were not looking for +money for the only things they took from me<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[143]</a></span> +were my keys. After this they left me, huddled +up in a corner of the bench, afraid to +cry out or make a move in any direction.</p> + +<p>The room in which I now found myself +was as silent as the tomb, and yet, from some +subtle instinct, I felt that it was lighted +brightly, and that there were others in it +besides myself. I could feel that it was +warm, and through the folds of the bag +about my head came the acrid, half-sweet +smell of opium or Chinese incense, or both. +I realized at once that I was in the hands +of some of Li Min's friends, and no doubt +the note which purported to come from +McQuade had been merely a decoy. How, +I wondered, did they know my address? +Possibly they had followed my cab from +the station. I recollected now with vividness +the interview I had witnessed, the afternoon +before, between Li Min and some fellow +countryman of his at the gateway in the +hedge back of The Oaks. No doubt the +crafty Oriental had in some way kept his<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[144]</a></span> +confederates in London fully posted as to +both my movements and those of Sergeant +McQuade. What on earth they could want +with me I was unable to imagine. I reached +out softly with my right hand—I had not +been bound—and touched a wall, hung +with heavy embroidered satin. The bench +upon which I sat was of hard polished +wood. I reached up quickly, loosed the +cord which held the bag tightly about +my neck, and, with a swift motion, lifted it +from my head.</p> + +<p>The sight I beheld astounded me. I was +in a long, low room, the bench upon which +I sat being at the extreme end of it. The +walls were hung from end to end with +bright-colored satin, wonderfully embroidered +with birds, flowers, dragons and strange +Chinese characters. The floor was of wood, +dark, and polished with the walking of +many soft-shod feet. Facing me at the far +end of the room was a great red-and-gold +wooden screen, carved and lacquered, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[145]</a></span> +representing some mysterious Chinese +figures, whether gods or demons I could not +tell. In the center of this screen was an +opening, a sort of altar, brightly lighted +by a large number of wax candles within +which hung a representation of the god +Buddha, marvelously embroidered upon +dull red satin, with gold and silver threads. +Behind the candles stood a small gold +casket, or shrine, the door of which was +standing open, disclosing an empty interior. +The altar in front of the candles was covered +with a profusion of dishes containing +flowers, rice and other foods. Before the +altar knelt a tall, gaunt figure, his back +turned toward me, bowed in prayer. He +wore a long, dark-brown robe, girdled +loosely about the waist with a leather belt, +and his gray hair was confined in a long +queue which hung below his waist. He +took no notice whatever of my movements, +and remained in silent contemplation of the +picture of the god before him. A number<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[146]</a></span> +of sticks of incense were burning in a brass +jar upon the altar, and the room was filled +with a thin, waving blue haze, which circled +softly around the great painted silk lanterns +which hung from the ceiling. I felt as +though I had been suddenly and mysteriously +transported from a dark and gloomy +London street to some wonderful temple in +the far-off city of Pekin. I rubbed my +eyes, and moved uneasily upon my hard +bench, but no movement upon the part of +the silent worshiper indicated that he so +much as knew of my presence.</p> + +<p>I endured the tension of the situation for +several minutes in silence, and had about +made up my mind to speak to the kneeling +figure before me, when suddenly a door at +my left was opened, and I observed two dark +and forbidding-looking Chinamen enter, +carrying between them a limp and apparently +lifeless figure, which they placed upon +the bench beside me. The figure was that +of a man, and he was not blindfolded as<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[147]</a></span> +I had been, and, as I bent over and glanced +at his bloodless face, I recoiled, sick and +trembling. It was Sergeant McQuade.</p> + +<p>The Chinamen paid no attention to me, +and quietly withdrew. I placed my hand +upon the detective's heart, and was overjoyed +to find that it still beat. I dragged +him to a sitting position, and shook him, +hoping to arouse him from his lethargy. +In a few moments I saw his eyes slowly +open, and he clutched feebly at his throat. +I followed his movements and found a +heavy cord about his neck, so tightly drawn +as almost to prevent him from breathing. +This I quickly removed, and in a few moments +he was able to speak. His first +words, after a glance of intense surprise at +our surroundings, were to ask me why I had +sent for him. I told him that I had not +done so.</p> + +<p>"But you sent me a note, asking me to +come to this address at once, that you had +important news. I have two men outside,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[148]</a></span> +but these devils got me before I could blow +my whistle. Not much use to try it now," +he observed, looking about grimly.</p> + +<p>"I sent you no note," I replied. "On +the contrary, I got one from you. That is +why I am here."</p> + +<p>"We are both nicely trapped, it seems," +he growled. "I wonder what these fellows +are up to. They have searched me, but they +took nothing, so far as I can see. I can't +figure the thing out at all. What have you +learned—anything?" He turned to me +with a quick look of interrogation.</p> + +<p>"Nothing. They took my bunch of keys, +and left me here about an hour ago. I am +as much in the dark as you are."</p> + +<p>"Your keys," he muttered, softly; "your +keys. What could they have wanted with +them?" He seemed lost in thought.</p> + +<p>Our further conversation was interrupted +by the sudden opening of the door on our +left. Some score or more of Chinamen +crowded in, and were at once joined by the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[149]</a></span> +figure of the priest, who rose to his feet and +advanced toward the center of the room. +He was a terrible-looking old man, his face +drawn and leathery, his eyes like burning +coals, his mouth cruel and thin-lipped. All +the others seemed to pay him deep respect. +One of their number advanced and handed +him a large object which he eagerly +grasped. It was my Gladstone bag. McQuade +and I glanced at each other in sudden +comprehension. "It's my bag," I +whispered to him. Now I knew at least +why they had taken from me my keys.</p> + +<p>The old priest placed the bag upon the +floor and, kneeling beside it, proceeded to +open it with eager, trembling hands. The +others crowded about, every face tense and +full of expectation. The kneeling figure +proceeded slowly to remove and examine +every article of clothing, throwing each +one impatiently aside as he apparently +failed to find that for which he sought. +Presently his eye fell upon the small, green<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[150]</a></span> +cake of soap which I had thrown loosely +into the bag upon my departure from The +Oaks. He seized it with a cry of triumph, +and, taking a knife from his girdle, proceeded +with extreme care to cut the cake of +soap in two. The crowding figures about +him hung upon his movements with intense +anxiety. The room was as silent as death. +I heard McQuade's muffled breathing as he +watched the old man's every move, but I +could see from the expression of his face +that the scene meant no more to him than +it did to me. Suddenly, with a loud cry, +the priest broke the cake of soap in two, and +there, within it, in a cavity about two inches +long, lay the lost emerald Buddha, its wonderful +color flashing and glowing in the +light from the lantern above. I was absolutely +dumb with amazement. Undeniably +there before me lay the cause of Mr. Ashton's +death, yet how it came to be in that +cake of soap, and what light its presence +there threw upon the manner of his sudden<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[151]</a></span> +and tragic end, was beyond my comprehension. +At least, however, I understood why +Li Min had tried to make away with my +satchel, but the fact that the presence of +the jewel among my belongings might cause +suspicion to point in my direction did not +for the moment occur to me. It evidently +did, however, to McQuade, as I before +long had reason to know.</p> + +<p>The kneeling priest rose to his feet with +a glad cry, and, holding the image reverently +in the hollow of his two hands, advanced +toward the altar, the others crowding +closely about him. Arrived at the +shrine, he placed the figure carefully upon +its pedestal within the golden casket, and, as +the light of many candles fell full upon it, +the whole crowd knelt down and began a +weird sing-song prayer, that must have been +a chant of joy, or some service of purification, +now that their long-lost deity had been +returned to them. Presently the strange +sounds died away, and the various China<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[152]</a></span>men +placed offerings of fruit, flowers and +food upon the altar. At length the priest +rose, and faced us. The service was over. +I had a feeling that our turn was now to +come.</p> + +<p>The tall, gaunt figure came close to us, +and examined both our faces minutely. I +fancy he was the same priest that Ashton +had all but done for in Ping Yang, and, from +his look of intense hatred and ferocity, I +feel sure that, had he recognized McQuade +or myself as either his assailant, or Major +Temple, our moments in this life would +have been numbered. He must of course +have heard of Ashton's death, but no doubt +he wanted to make sure that Ashton was actually +the man who had so nearly strangled +him. After completing his scrutiny of our +far from happy faces, he drew back, and in +answer apparently to the questions of his +followers shook his head vigorously. Then +ensued a heated altercation between himself +and part of the Chinamen on the one hand<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[153]</a></span> +and the remainder of the crowd on the +other, the subject of which, I could plainly +see, was the fate of the detective and myself. +At last they all turned back to the altar, and +the priest took from it two pieces of wood, +slightly curved, some four or five inches +long, and shaped not unlike the half of a +banana, if it were cut in two lengthwise: +that is, round on one side and flat upon the +other. I saw that they were the Chinese +luck sticks, which the petitioner casts before +the altar, wishing as he does so, for that +prayer which he desires the god to grant +him. If the sticks fall with the flat sides +of both upward, he is lucky—his prayer +is granted; if with the flat sides of both +downward, his prayer is refused. If one +stick falls each way, there is no decision +and the trial is made again. As the priest +took up these sticks from the altar, a gleam +of comprehension passed over the faces of +the crowd about him. Several of their +number sprang forward and, seizing us by<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[154]</a></span> +the arms, dragged us before the altar. It +was evidently their intention to leave the +matter of our fate in the hands of the Buddha, +and, as I glanced at the peaceful and +beneficent face of the image before me, I +wondered whether he, or blind luck, would +control our destinies.</p> + +<p>McQuade they took first. He was led +directly in front of the altar, and the two +sticks, placed with the flat sides, together, +were put into his hands. He was then +directed, by signs and a few muttered English +words, to cast them upon the slab before +the altar. He did so, not in the least understanding, +I felt sure, what it was all about, +and in a moment the hardwood sticks clattered +before the altar. I leaned forward +anxiously and looked at them. The flat +sides of both were upward. McQuade was +safe. The Chinamen thrust him aside angrily, +and bent upon me their angry +glances. I was pushed forward by many +hands, and the luck sticks forced into my<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[155]</a></span> +unwilling fingers. I had never thought +much about death, and now it approached +me in all its grisly terrors. McQuade had +been spared my agony, for I felt sure he +did not know the meaning of the ceremony +through which he had just passed. He had +thrown dice with death, and won, and yet +he did not know it. But, to me, the trial +came in all its horrible reality. I knew +that upon the fall of those bits of wood +depended my life, that within a few seconds +of time I would either be free, or condemned +to die by one of those unspeakably +horrible means that only the Chinese understand +and delight in. Their deity had been +profaned and they wanted a victim, and, if +his down-turned thumb claimed me as a +sacrifice, I knew that no power on earth +could save me. I shook with nervous dread—not +so much through fear of death itself +as of the manner of dying. My hands +trembled; I could scarcely keep the sticks +from falling to the floor. Presently I<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[156]</a></span> +pulled myself together and determined to +put a brave face upon the matter. The +Chinamen about me were evidently enjoying +my sufferings keenly as I could see from +the diabolic grins upon their dark faces. I +threw the sticks from me with a quick +nervous movement, and then almost feared +to look upon them. At last I did so, and +what I saw was almost as bad as what I +feared to see. Instead of the two flat sides +of the sticks being uppermost, they lay one +each way, and I was forced to throw again. +The Chinese were evidently delighted. +Any method of torture which is prolonged +seems to please them beyond measure. I +have heard that one of the most terrible +they have invented is that of keeping a prisoner +awake. For days and days sleep is +prevented—the victim ultimately goes raving +mad.</p> + +<p>I determined to end the matter at once. +My nerves were too much shaken to prolong +the agony. I cast the sticks again<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[157]</a></span> +upon the altar slab and bent over them with +a prayer to God. One stick fell at once +with its flat side uppermost. The other +rolled over and over until it rested almost +at the Buddha's feet. At last it trembled, +half turned over, then stopped. It, like the +other, gave the favorable sign. I was saved. +In the sudden relief from the nervous tension +I almost fell, but the Chinamen, +cheated of their revenge, gave me no time +for any such exhibitions of emotion. McQuade +and I were seized, and in a few moments +our arms were tightly bound behind +us, and heavy bags similar to the one I had +worn were placed over our heads. We +were then roughly hurried through a series +of rooms, once crossing what seemed to be +a brick-paved court, which was undoubtedly +in the open air, from the sudden +change of temperature I experienced; then +for an interminable distance through what +seemed to be dark, narrow lanes and muddy +streets, until at last our hoods were removed,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[158]</a></span> +our feet bound, and we were thrown into a +narrow area way, some cotton waste being +jammed into each of our mouths to prevent +our making any outcry. Here we were discovered +at daybreak, some four or five hours +later, nearly frozen to death, by a watchman, +who released us from our bonds and, +upon hearing from Sergeant McQuade who +he was, hastened to find us a cab.</p> + +<p>Our first step after it came was to drive +to the nearest public house and get each a +steaming drink of hot brandy, after which +we ate a hasty breakfast. The detective, +who seemed thoughtful and little inclined +to talk, then drove at once to Number 30, +Kingsgate Street, and, finding his two men +still on duty, ordered them to enter the +house. The bell was first rung several +times without any response, and then McQuade +and his men burst in the door. +There were no lights within, and, when the +long-closed shutters were at last forced open, +it was seen at once that the house was com<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[159]</a></span>pletely +unfurnished. We descended into +the cellar, but found no signs of occupancy +anywhere. The place had evidently been +long closed. McQuade looked about in +perplexity. Evidently there was a tunnel +somewhere, leading from this house to some +other in the neighborhood, or else the Chinamen +had boldly carried us out through the +backyard and into some house adjoining. +The Sergeant explained the case to his men, +ordered them to return to Scotland Yard, +obtain a relief and investigate every house +in the block, and even those on the opposite +side of the street, since a tunnel might as +well have led in that direction as any other. +Personally I felt no great interest in the +capture of the Chinamen. They had the +emerald Buddha, it is true, but they had a +better right to it than ever Ashton had, I +fancy, and, now that he was dead, it seemed +useless to bring trouble upon his relatives, +in case he had any, by placing in their hands +so dangerous an article. I was infinitely<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[160]</a></span> +more concerned in determining who was +responsible for Robert Ashton's death, and +I could not see that the events of the evening +had thrown much light upon it. I left +McQuade and returned to my studio, agreeing +to meet him there at three the same +afternoon, and return to The Oaks with +him. Just why he intended returning there, +or why he wished me to accompany him, I +did not then see, but I was only too glad +of an opportunity again to see Miss Temple. +The detective seemed especially serious and +taciturn, and, in reply to my questions as +to the two Chinamen from Exeter, he +informed me that they knew nothing of the +matter and had been discharged. I went +back to my studio in rather an unpleasant +frame of mind, took a hot bath, and slept +until luncheon.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[161]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VIII" id="CHAPTER_VIII"></a>CHAPTER VIII</h2> + +<h3>INSPECTOR BURNS' CONCLUSIONS</h3> + + +<p>I was sitting in my studio, at about half-past +two that afternoon, awaiting McQuade's +arrival, when a messenger boy +dashed up to my door and handed me a telegram. +I examined the pink slip with some +curiosity, but no great interest, when, glancing, +as is my habit, at the signature first, +I was astounded to see that it was from +Miss Temple. It was as follows:</p> + +<blockquote><p>"Police have discovered weapon in your +room wrapped in your handkerchief.</p> + +<div class="sig"><span class="smcap">"Muriel Temple."</span><br /> +</div></blockquote> + +<p>So strong is the consciousness of innocence +that even after reading this telegram I had +no thought of what this new discovery might +portend to me. It was strange, I thought,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[162]</a></span> +that I had forgotten the thing. But I remembered +now that, when I first found it, +Sergeant McQuade was in Exeter, and, +when he returned, the entire evening until +a late hour was taken up with Major Temple's +account of his and Ashton's adventures +in China. The next morning the coroner's +inquest occupied all my thoughts, and then +came Li Min's arrest and our hurried departure +for London. Since then, I had had +no opportunity to converse at any length +with the detective. I laid the telegram +open upon the table, thinking that, if the +Scotland Yard man did not already know +of the discovery, I would be able to inform +him of it on his arrival.</p> + +<p>He came on the stroke of three, and with +him was a burly, deep-chested, ruddy-faced +man, with twinkling eyes and iron-gray +whiskers, whom he introduced to me as +Inspector Burns, of Scotland Yard. I bade +them be seated, and offered cigars, which +they refused. Both seemed a trifle con<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[163]</a></span>strained, +I thought. The Sergeant began +the conversation.</p> + +<p>"I have brought Inspector Burns with +me," he said, slowly; "he wants to ask you +a few questions."</p> + +<p>I turned to the Inspector and smiled. I +was quite ready to answer any questions that +he might care to ask, and I so informed him.</p> + +<p>"Mr. Morgan," he began, "about that +cake of soap which, as the events of last +night showed, contained the missing jewel +cleverly hidden within it. Will you be so +good as to tell Sergeant McQuade and myself +how it happened to be in your possession?"</p> + +<p>"Certainly," I replied, without hesitation. +"I was in my room at Major Temple's +house yesterday morning, and I heard +someone moving about in the green room in +which Mr. Ashton was killed. You are no +doubt aware that the doors of the two rooms +are directly opposite each other?"</p> + +<p>"I know that," he replied, gravely.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[164]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I saw, by looking into the mirror on +my dresser, that the person in the other room +was Major Temple's Chinese servant, Li +Min. He seemed to me to be acting very +suspiciously."</p> + +<p>"What was he doing?" inquired the Inspector, +with a look at Sergeant McQuade.</p> + +<p>"Apparently he was searching the room +for something—I could not, of course, tell +what. I left my room and came upon him +suddenly, whereupon he pretended to be +busily engaged in setting the room to rights. +I had noticed, immediately upon entering +the room, a strong odor of perfume, a queer, +Oriental perfume that at once attracted my +attention, because—" I hesitated.</p> + +<p>"Because of what?" asked the Inspector +shortly.</p> + +<p>"Because it was the same as that upon +the handkerchief which Miss Temple had +left in the room upon her visit there the +night before, and which was found there by +Sergeant McQuade the next day."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[165]</a></span></p> + +<p>"What importance did you attach to that +fact?"</p> + +<p>"I do not know—I cannot say. There +seems no explanation of the matter. But, at +the time of which I speak, it struck me as +being peculiar—I looked about and found +that the perfume came from a cake of +soap upon the washstand, near which I +stood. It had evidently been left there by +Mr. Ashton, and, being so natural and usual +an object, must have been overlooked by the +police when the room was searched."</p> + +<p>"Why did you remove it?"</p> + +<p>"Because I wished a means of identifying +the perfume. I felt then, and still feel, +that there was some intimate and unusual +reason for the presence of that perfume +upon Miss Temple's handkerchief."</p> + +<p>"Mr. Morgan, why, since you were pretending +to assist Sergeant McQuade by +every means in your power to secure the +missing jewel, and apprehend Mr. Ashton's +murderer, did you fail to disclose to him<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[166]</a></span> +the facts that you have just related?" The +Inspector's manner was increasingly uncompromising. +"Did you have any reason +to suspect that the jewel was hidden in the +cake of soap?"</p> + +<p>"None whatever. I did not mention the +matter to the Sergeant because it seemed too +vague and unimportant—it indicated nothing."</p> + +<p>The Inspector frowned. "Of that you +were perhaps not the best judge. You committed +a grave error. I dislike to imply +that it might have been anything worse." +He glanced at a notebook he held in his +hand. I began to feel indignant at the tone +and manner in which he was conducting his +cross-questioning.</p> + +<p>"Is it not true, Mr. Morgan," he asked +suddenly, "that Miss Temple was violently +opposed to any marriage with Mr. Ashton, +and that either his death, or the abstracting +of the jewel which was to have been the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[167]</a></span> +price paid by him for her hand, would have +been of great benefit to her?"</p> + +<p>"Miss Temple could have no hand in +such an affair. It is preposterous!" I +cried angrily.</p> + +<p>"I do not imply that she could, or would." +The Inspector was irritatingly calm. "I +merely asked you if such an event or events +would not have been to her benefit?"</p> + +<p>"I suppose they would," I answered, +sulkily, "if you put it that way."</p> + +<p>"Did not Miss Temple ask you to assist +her in preventing this marriage, Mr. +Morgan, the night before the tragedy, and +did you not promise to help her in every +way in your power?"</p> + +<p>"This is absurd," I cried, now thoroughly +angry. "You will be accusing me of murdering +Mr. Ashton next."</p> + +<p>"So long as we have not done so, Mr. +Morgan, you need not accuse yourself. We +only know, so far, that the jewel for which<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[168]</a></span> +Mr. Ashton was murdered has been found +in your possession."</p> + +<p>The significant way in which he uttered +these words thrilled me with a vague sense +of alarm. There upon the table, before +Sergeant McQuade, lay Miss Temple's telegram. +It was open, and I felt sure he had +already read it. My mind seemed confused—my +brain on fire. The Inspector +turned to McQuade. "Sergeant," he said, +"you have the handkerchief in question +with you, I believe?"</p> + +<p>McQuade nodded, then drew from his +pocket a leather wallet, and, extracting the +folded handkerchief from its recesses, +spread it carefully upon the table. He then +produced a magnifying glass from one of +his pockets and requested me to examine the +surface of the bit of cambric and lace. I +did so, and observed that it was covered with +minute particles of some green substances, +some very small, others of considerable size. +I did not at first realize what they were.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[169]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Do you see anything?" asked the Inspector.</p> + +<p>"Yes," I replied. "The handkerchief is +full of fine green specks, but I cannot imagine +what they are."</p> + +<p>"They are bits of soap, Mr. Morgan," +said the detective, as he folded up the handkerchief +and replaced it in his wallet.</p> + +<p>"Soap," I cried, more than ever mystified.</p> + +<p>"Exactly!" The Inspector looked at me +keenly. "Has it not occurred to you, Mr. +Morgan, that in order to place the jewel +inside the cake of soap, it was first necessary +to cut it in two, and hollow out a space +in the interior? Is it not also quite evident +that anyone so hiding the jewel would perform +this operation very carefully, so as to +leave behind no traces, and that the bits of +soap removed from the interior of the cake +must have been carefully collected upon +some object, this handkerchief, for instance, +and subsequently thrown away, leaving the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[170]</a></span> +minute particles that you see still clinging to +its surface?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," I replied, dazed. "But who?"</p> + +<p>"That, Mr. Morgan, is just what we are +trying to find out. It hardly seems likely +that Mr. Ashton would have gone to all this +trouble, although it is possible, since he had +reason, after his quarrel with Major Temple, +to fear an attempt to gain possession of +the jewel. If he did, how does it happen +that he used Miss Temple's handkerchief +for the purpose? He may of course have +found it upon the floor and so utilized it, +but it seems unlikely."</p> + +<p>"What, then, seems more likely?" I +asked, hotly. "Would the murderer have +gone to all that trouble to get the stone, and +then have left it behind?"</p> + +<p>"Possibly, Mr. Morgan, to have been recovered +at leisure—as you, indeed, happened +to recover it. Such a jewel would +not be a good thing to have in one's possession, +immediately after the murder."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[171]</a></span></p> + +<p>"But the operation of hiding the stone +in the soap would have taken fifteen or +twenty minutes at least," I objected, "and +we burst in the door within less than ten +minutes from the time Mr. Ashton's cry +was heard."</p> + +<p>"The alarm was given by you, Mr. +Morgan. You alone heard Mr. Ashton's +cry. Whether you heard it at six o'clock, +or five, or four, rests upon your word alone. +We do not accuse you, remember, we are +trying to arrive at the truth. We do not +imply that you hid the jewel any more than +we imply that Miss Temple did so herself, +and left her handkerchief behind as a mute +witness of the fact. We do know that somebody +did so, and the facts we have just +stated, coupled with Miss Temple's refusal +to explain her early expedition from the +house that morning, all point to something +we do not yet understand. With Miss +Temple and yourself working together, +much seems explainable that before seemed<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[172]</a></span> +dark and mysterious. Even the closing of +the window from within the green room +may be explained, upon this hypothesis, for +you had ample time to close it while Major +Temple was examining Mr. Ashton's belongings +in his frenzied search for the lost +emerald. We are convinced of one thing: +that the Chinaman did not commit the murder, +for, had he done so, he would have +taken the stone along with him, since that +was the sole purpose he had in view."</p> + +<p>"I do not agree with you there," I said. +"Mr. Ashton may have hidden the jewel +himself, and then the Chinaman, after committing +the murder, may have been unable +to find it. That would account for Li +Min's subsequent search of the room, and +his confederates' actions when they began +to suspect, as Li Min no doubt did when +he saw me remove the cake of soap, that +the emerald was hidden within it."</p> + +<p>"You are right in what you say, Mr. +Morgan, if Mr. Ashton hid the jewel him<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[173]</a></span>self. +But the subsequent actions of Li Min +and his confederates are equally explainable +upon the theory that they had nothing to +do with the murder whatever, and were +merely attempting to steal the jewel at the +first opportunity."</p> + +<p>I made no reply. They seemed to be +weaving a net of circumstantial evidence +about me that, try as I would, I did not seem +able to break through.</p> + +<p>"We have alluded," continued the Inspector, +"to your sympathy with Miss Temple, +to the use of her handkerchief to hold +the bits of soap, to the fact that you alone +heard Mr. Ashton's cry and alarmed the +house, to your presence in the murdered +man's room at a time when you could readily +have bolted the window from within, to +your strange failure to mention the matter +of the cake of soap to Sergeant McQuade, +and to the fact that the jewel was found in +your possession. We now come to another +curious fact, which we trust you may be able<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[174]</a></span> +to explain satisfactorily. The weapon with +which this murder was apparently committed +was found this morning, locked in a +drawer in the room you occupied at Major +Temple's house. It was wrapped in a +handkerchief marked with your initials. +Can you tell us how it came to be there?"</p> + +<p>I turned to the Inspector with a bitter +laugh. "I can tell you," I replied, "but, +I presume, you will not believe me. I put +the weapon, which was a brass-headed +poker, there myself. I found it on the lawn +outside of Mr. Ashton's window, the day +before yesterday."</p> + +<p>"Why did you also conceal this important +piece of evidence from Sergeant McQuade?" +demanded the Inspector in a stern +voice.</p> + +<p>I felt like a fool, and looked like one, as +well, I fear. "I forgot it," I mumbled in +confusion.</p> + +<p>"You forgot it!" The Inspector believed +that I was lying, and showed it.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[175]</a></span> +"Can you expect a sane man to believe any +such folly as that?"</p> + +<p>"Folly, or not," I replied, "it is the truth. +I found the poker the day before yesterday, +late in the afternoon. I intended to show +it privately to Sergeant McQuade. He was +in Exeter at the time and I placed it in the +drawer for safe keeping. When he returned +that evening, it was just in time to listen to +Major Temple's story of his experiences +in China, and, when he had finished, it was +close to midnight and the matter had completely +slipped my mind. The inquest the +following morning took my entire attention +and, after that, the sudden arrest of Li +Min, and our departure for London. You +know what has occurred since. I had forgotten +the matter completely until I received +this telegram from Miss Temple +not half an hour before you came." I +took the dispatch from the table and +handed it to the Inspector, who read it +with interest.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[176]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Why did Miss Temple send you this?" +he inquired suddenly.</p> + +<p>"I do not know—I suppose she thought +it would be of interest to me."</p> + +<p>"Did it not occur to you that it might be +in the nature of a warning?"</p> + +<p>Again I saw a chasm yawning before me. +Every step in this miserable affair seemed +to make matters look blacker and more sinister +as far as I was concerned.</p> + +<p>"Miss Temple has no reason to suspect +me of any part in the matter," I replied. +"Do you think it at all likely that, if I had +committed the murder, I could have left +such damning evidence as the weapon where +the police would have been certain to discover +it, and wrapped in my own handkerchief, +to render my detection the easier? +What is your theory of the crime, Inspector +Burns, upon the present evidence? Reconstruct +the events of that night as you think +they might have occurred. I will not take +it to heart if you do me any injustice, for I<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[177]</a></span> +am as innocent of any complicity in Mr. +Ashton's murder as you are."</p> + +<p>The Inspector seemed impressed by my +words and manner. He looked at Sergeant +McQuade, who nodded slightly. Then he +transferred his gaze to me. "I have no +objection, Mr. Morgan, to outlining a theory +of the murder which seems to me to fit +the facts as we know them. It may or may +not be correct, but it is my plan to work +out whatever theory will most nearly fit all +the facts in my possession, and then test it +from every standpoint until it either fails, +or is proven true. I shall be obliged to you +if you will indicate, when I have finished, +any points which seem to you not to coincide +with such evidence as we now have +before us.</p> + +<p>"Miss Temple," began the Inspector, +"knew that Ashton had her letter in which +she agreed to marry him in his possession, +and she also knew that, if Ashton delivered +the emerald to her father in the morning,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[178]</a></span> +she would be compelled to keep her word. +She detested Ashton—the thought of marriage +with him was unbearable to her. She +retired to her room, but could not sleep. +At some hour later, possibly shortly after +midnight, as she says, she went to Mr. Ashton's +room, and was admitted by him. She +begged for the letter—he refused—a violent +altercation ensued—in her rage she +grasped the poker, and struck him with it. +He fell, but she found, by feeling his heart, +that he was not dead. She believed that +she had only stunned him, and set to work to +secure the jewel. After removing it from +the case, she feared to take it from the room. +She had no wish to steal it, but only to +prevent Mr. Ashton from making use of it. +She hit upon the plan of hiding it in the +cake of soap. In half an hour the thing +was done, and the pieces, collected upon +her handkerchief, thrown out of the window. +She then set about leaving the room, +but, on again feeling Mr. Ashton's heart,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[179]</a></span> +she found it very weak. She feared the result +of her blow. To destroy the evidence +of what she had done, she threw the poker +out of the window into the grass, and hurriedly +left the room, forgetting the handkerchief +in her agitation as she did so. She returned +to her room, but was doubtless unable +to sleep, in terror at her act. Toward morning +she decided to leave the house and flee, +and, with this object in view, changed her +clothes and shoes, but once more went to +Mr. Ashton's room, to assure herself that he +no longer lived. In doing this, she awoke +you, either by accident or design. You +heard her story, she threw herself upon your +mercy, and you agreed to stand by her; you +advised her against running away, but suggested +that she go down and get the poker, +which she had thrown from the window, in +order that it might be replaced in the room, +or otherwise disposed of. This she did. +You meanwhile entered the room, bolted +the door on the inside, and left by the win<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[180]</a></span>dow. +It is probable that you examined the +body while in the room, and, unknown to +yourself, your hand became stained with +blood. On reaching the roof, you rested it +upon the sill while closing the window with +the other hand. You then re-entered the +house by the hall window, meeting Miss +Temple, who had secured the poker, and +taking it from her. You placed it in your +room, meanwhile urging her to retire to +hers and change her dress and shoes. A +little later you aroused the house with your +cries and, upon entering the room, rebolted +the window while Major Temple was not +observing you. You later secured the cake +of soap containing the jewel, as we know. +You no doubt intended to replace the poker +in the room at the first opportunity. None +had occurred up to the time of your leaving +the house, for the room was kept locked by +the police until after the inquest. You +entered it once, just before your departure, +and secured the jewel, but Li Min's pres<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[181]</a></span>ence +prevented you from replacing the +poker."</p> + +<p>As the Inspector concluded, he glanced at +me triumphantly, as who should say—dispute +it, if you can.</p> + +<p>I laughed, though with little mirth. The +Inspector seemed so convincingly right, and +was so hopelessly wrong. "Why don't you +simply say that I killed Ashton, and put the +weapon in my dresser, and leave Miss Temple +out of it entirely?" I said. "It's +equally plausible."</p> + +<p>"Possibly so, although that would account +for neither the handkerchief, nor Miss +Temple's leaving the house that morning."</p> + +<p>"She has already accounted for the one: +she can readily do so for the other," I +replied.</p> + +<p>"That we shall see," said the Inspector, +rising from his chair. "We will go to +Exeter at once, and question Miss Temple."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[182]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_IX" id="CHAPTER_IX"></a>CHAPTER IX</h2> + +<h3>MISS TEMPLE'S DISAPPEARANCE</h3> + + +<p>We arrived at Exeter at some time +after eight in the evening, and it +was close to nine before we made +our appearance at The Oaks. Inspector +Burns and his companion had left me to myself +on the trip down, and I occupied my +time with smoking and turning over in my +mind the curious events of the past forty-eight +hours. I had no serious apprehension +of any trouble coming out of the matter to +either Miss Temple or myself. I knew that +the Inspector's theory was a tissue of errors, +although the facts, as he stated them, did +seem to fit in with his conclusions to an +almost uncanny extent. It was true I had +agreed to stand by Miss Temple and help +her in her trouble. Our conversation on<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[183]</a></span> +the night of the murder had, I presumed, +been overheard by one of the servants, from +whom it had been wormed by McQuade's +men during my absence. I began to believe +that his willingness to have me accompany +him to London was not entirely disinterested. +But the thought that Muriel Temple +could have delivered the blow that sent +Robert Ashton to his death was preposterous. +I knew that I was prejudiced in her +favor, for her lovely face had scarce been +out of my thoughts for a moment, since our +first meeting. I knew that I had come to +love her, that nothing could ever change +it, and I realized that but two real bits of +evidence connected her with Ashton's death—one, +the presence of her handkerchief in +the room and the curious use to which it +had been put; the other, her early morning +expedition from the house and her sudden +return. The former she had explained, +at least to my satisfaction, but the latter was +still a mystery. If she would but explain<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[184]</a></span> +that, I felt sure that Inspector Burns' theory +would fall to the ground like a house of +cards. Why she refused to do so, I could +not imagine—that she had some strong +compelling reason, I felt sure. She had +told me that she went out that morning, with +the intention of going away and thus escaping +the inevitable promise, which she knew +her father would insist upon her ratifying, +to Ashton. She got only as far as the end +of the west wing, and hastily returned. +Why?—that was the question. Did she +see anyone on the roof—and, if so, whom? +Someone she felt she must shield at any +cost—there could be but one—her father. +Had she then seen him there? Did she +think for a moment that he had anything to +do with Mr. Ashton's death? I could not +believe that even for her father's sake she +would allow an innocent person to be +accused.</p> + +<p>We drove up to Major Temple's door at +about nine o'clock. It was quite dark, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[185]</a></span> +very cold. The house showed few lights, +and it was some time before we were admitted +by Gibson, the man who, with myself, +had broken in Mr. Ashton's door. He +ushered us into the library, where Major +Temple sat smoking. I could see that he +was suffering deeply. The affair of Mr. +Ashton's death had told upon him, and he +seemed nervous and constrained. He +greeted us pleasantly enough, however, +shook hands with the Inspector, and requested +us to be seated. Sergeant McQuade, +however, announced that we had +come on business of importance, and that +Inspector Burns desired to ask Miss Temple +a few questions. Before doing so, however, +he requested the Major to conduct us to the +scene of the murder, which Inspector Burns +had, of course, not had an opportunity, as +yet, to examine. The Major rose. "My +daughter has retired, I fancy," he said. "I +have not seen her since dinner, but I will +send her word." He summoned one of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[186]</a></span> +maids and requested her to inform Miss +Temple of our wishes, and then led the +way to the green room. We were quite a +party. The Major led the way with Inspector +Burns, and I followed with McQuade, +Major Temple's powerful mastiff, +Boris, bringing up the rear. We first entered +the room which I had occupied, +McQuade using the key which he had obtained +from the officer who had discovered +the supposed weapon in my dresser drawer. +The drawer was soon unlocked, and there +lay the wretched poker wrapped in my +handkerchief, just as I had left it. Inspector +Burns took it up, examined it carefully +then brandished it as though in the +act of delivering a heavy blow. "Hardly +heavy enough, I should think, to fracture +a man's skull," he muttered, as he replaced +it in the drawer. "It is evidently the upper +half of a long poker which has been +broken off." He turned to Major Temple.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[187]</a></span> +"What do you know about this thing?" he +inquired.</p> + +<p>The Major looked puzzled. He had not +seen the weapon before. I imagine the +police had guarded its discovery carefully, +and I wondered how Miss Temple came to +know of it, in order to notify me.</p> + +<p>"It is, as you say, half of an old poker," +he replied. "It was used originally in the +lower hall, and the lower end was burnt +through, owing to its having been carelessly +left in the fire one night. I gave it to the +gardener. He wanted it to use as a stake +in laying out his flower beds, and running +the edges of the paths and roads while trimming +the turf. He had a long cord, and a +wooden stake for the other end. It has been +roughly ground to a point, as you see, so +that it might be readily thrust into the earth. +The last time I saw it, he was using it upon +the pathways about the house."</p> + +<p>"Then it was not in the green room?"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[188]</a></span> +asked the Inspector in an aggrieved tone. +He saw that his theory would already +require some readjustments.</p> + +<p>"Never, to my knowledge," said Major +Temple. "There is no fireplace in that +room, and it would have been of no use +there."</p> + +<p>The Inspector closed the drawer with a +slam. "Then, if this was the weapon the +murderer used," he said, rather lamely, "he +must have taken it along with him. Let +us have a look at the room."</p> + +<p>We all adjourned to the green room, +which the detective unlocked, and the Inspector +went over the ground, as McQuade +and I had done before him, without discovering +anything new. The dark-brown spot +upon the green carpet, which marked the +place where the murdered man's head had +rested, was still plainly visible, a grewsome +reminder of the terrible tragedy which had +been enacted there, but all else seemed ordi<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[189]</a></span>nary +and commonplace enough. The dog +seemed strangely oppressed by the surroundings +and, after sniffing about nervously with +a low whine, crawled under the bed and lay +quiet. We spent but a few minutes in the +room and were just on the point of leaving, +when the maid rushed in and, calling Major +Temple aside, addressed a few low words +to him, apparently in great agitation, at the +same time handing him a sealed envelope. +The Major took it from her, passed his hand +nervously over his forehead, and turned to +us. "Gentlemen," he said, in a frightened +sort of a voice, "Miss Temple cannot be +found."</p> + +<p>We all turned toward him in intense surprise. +"What does this mean?" asked the +Inspector. "Where is she?"</p> + +<p>"She has disappeared," replied the +Major, as we hurriedly left the room, +McQuade locking the door carefully after +him. "Her maid tells me that she has<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[190]</a></span> +searched everywhere for her, and she cannot +be found. This note, addressed to me, +was lying upon her writing desk."</p> + +<p>"Read it," commanded the Inspector, as +we all hastily adjourned to the library.</p> + +<p>Major Temple opened the letter with +trembling fingers. My own agitation at +this new development was equally great.</p> + +<p>He glanced hurriedly through its contents, +his face ashen, his lips blue, then read +aloud as follows:</p> + +<blockquote><p> +"<i>My Dear Father:</i><br /> +</p> + +<p>"I am going to London to see Mr. +Morgan. They suspect him of the murder. +I overheard the police talking about it this +morning. I do not know what to do. I +cannot let an innocent person suffer. It +may be better for me to remain away altogether. +If I must speak I can only ask for +forgiveness.</p> + +<div class="sig"><span class="smcap">"Muriel."</span><br /> +</div></blockquote><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[191]</a></span></p> + +<p>If the earth had opened up and engulfed +me, I could not have been more astounded +than I was when Major Temple finished +reading this strange letter. What on earth +had she gone to London to see me for? The +poor girl, I felt sure, was laboring under +some terrible misapprehension. I, for one, +had no fear of anything she could say. I +glanced at her father. He seemed shrunken +and old, his head bowed upon his breast. +Could he—? I refused to think. Yet he +either feared for himself, or—God help +me!—for her. No other emotion, no consideration +for anyone else, could have so +terribly affected him. The note plainly +enough meant that Miss Temple knew who +had murdered Mr. Ashton, and she knew +that it was not I. But would the police +so regard it? I looked at the cold, accusing +faces of the two Scotland Yard men and +groaned inwardly. In a moment the Inspector +spoke. "Have you a telephone in +the house, Major Temple?" he asked.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[192]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Yes," answered the Major, rousing himself +from his lethargy. "In the hall, near +the foot of the staircase."</p> + +<p>The Inspector nodded to McQuade, who +arose without a word and left the room. I +knew that Muriel had not yet had time to +reach London, that, when she did so, it +would be to step into the arms of an officer. +The net was fast closing about someone, but +about whom I could not yet see. I was lost +in a maze of conflicting thoughts.</p> + +<p>"Mr. Morgan, have you anything to say +in explanation of this letter?" I heard +Major Temple asking me. His voice came +to me as from afar off. I looked up and +shook off my growing fears.</p> + +<p>"Miss Temple writes as though she believed +you would understand what she +means," I replied. "I certainly do not."</p> + +<p>"I!" cried the Major. "It's absolute +nonsense to me. Why should she want to +see you, unless you understood something +between you? What does she know, that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[193]</a></span> +she should speak, and for what does she +seek for forgiveness?" He threw up his +hands in absolute dismay. If this were +acting, I thought, it could not be better done +by the most renowned actor on the boards.</p> + +<p>"You remember, Major Temple, that +your daughter refused to tell what it was +she saw, or what happened, that caused her +to return to the house so suddenly that morning. +I advised her to speak—she refused. +Had she come to me to-night, I should have +given her the same advice as before. Nothing +that she can say would harm me."</p> + +<p>"Nor me," retorted Major Temple.</p> + +<p>"Then whom, in Heaven's name?" I +cried, speaking my thoughts aloud.</p> + +<p>"You have heard my theory of the murder, +Mr. Morgan," said the Inspector, +coldly. "Why not herself? The note is +plain enough. She will speak—she will +confess and accuse herself before she will +allow you to bear the penalty of her crime."</p> + +<p>"Her crime!" Major Temple was on<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[194]</a></span> +his feet in an instant, his eyes blazing. +"Your words are ill chosen, sir." Poor +man, he did not know of the damning circumstances +which the Inspector had so +cleverly woven into his accusing theory.</p> + +<p>"Not at all, Major Temple," replied the +imperturbable Inspector. "Sergeant McQuade +is at present ordering the arrest of +your daughter. She will be apprehended +as soon as she arrives in London, and we will +hear her story at the Magistrate's hearing +to-morrow."</p> + +<p>"But," I cried, in consternation, "this is +ridiculous. Don't you see that—?"</p> + +<p>"Mr. Morgan, the time has come for the +truth. It is my painful duty to place you +under arrest."</p> + +<p>"On what charge?" I demanded hotly.</p> + +<p>"For complicity in Robert Ashton's murder," +he replied, and placed his hand upon +my shoulder.</p> + +<p>I spent a dreary enough night, nor was +I able to close my eyes in sleep. I sat up<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[195]</a></span> +in the library through the long hours, sometimes +talking with McQuade, who dozed +upon a couch, but for the most part engaged +in interminably revolving in my mind the +maddening problem of Robert Ashton's +death. I had begun to regard it as almost +supernatural in its mysterious and devious +phases. I thought of all the detective +stories I had ever read and tried to piece +out some points of resemblance, some similar +events, which would serve as a starting +point for a solution, but I could find none. +In all these cases, the various clews led +somewhere, but here they led to nothingness. +There remained but Miss Temple's +story, and that, like all the rest, I feared +would fail to prove a solution of the mystery. +That she herself was guilty and that +her story would be in the nature of a confession, +I refused to consider. I loved her +and I could no more believe her guilty than +I could have believed myself so; yet I could +not help remembering the advice of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[196]</a></span> +witty Frenchman: <i>cherchez la femme</i>—seek +the woman. The thing seemed monstrous, +yet it persisted all through the long +night.</p> + +<p>I must have dozed, toward morning, for +I dreamed that I was alone upon a wide +field of ice, running madly forward toward +a dim light that constantly receded as I +approached it, and followed by a pack of +hungry wolves. Their yelps and cries filled +me with dread. I awoke trembling, and +listened. Far off I heard the mournful +howling of a dog, a series of low, unearthly +howls, that would die slowly away only to +be once more repeated. It seemed like the +moaning of an animal in great pain. Presently, +as I listened, there came a great yelp, +and thereafter silence. After this I slept. +About seven o'clock coffee was brought to +us, and a little later we set out for the town.</p> + +<p>We walked in, and did the short distance +in less than twenty minutes. On arrival, +we went at once to the headquarters of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[197]</a></span> +police, where I made my first acquaintance +with the interior of a cell. McQuade informed +me that I would be taken before the +Magistrate for a hearing at ten o'clock, and +suggested that I had better employ counsel, +but this I refused to do. I had made up my +mind to tell the whole story as simply and +exactly as I could and trust to the plain, +unvarnished truth to see me out of my difficulties. +I asked the detective upon our +arrival if he had received any word regarding +Miss Temple, and he told me that she +would arrive during the forenoon. Major +Temple and the servants were to come into +the town a little later, in time for the hearing, +at which they would be wanted as witnesses. +I secured a morning paper and +resigned myself to a tedious wait of somewhat +over two hours. I was strangely calm +and self-possessed. The ordeal through +which I was about to pass seemed to give +me but slight concern. But for Miss Temple +I feared greatly.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[198]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_X" id="CHAPTER_X"></a>CHAPTER X</h2> + +<h3>MISS TEMPLE'S TESTIMONY</h3> + + +<p>The police court at Exeter was situated +in an old building, and the +Magistrate's room was small and +cold. When I was led forth and placed in +the dock, I felt at first confused and gazed +at the crowded benches before me with a +dull sense of annoyance. Presently I made +out the troubled, white face of Major Temple, +sitting near the rear of the room, and +behind him Gibson and two of the other +servants. The remainder of the persons in +the room were strangers to me, drawn +thither, no doubt, by the merest curiosity. I +looked up at the Magistrate and found him +to be a little, red-faced man, with a stern, +but not unkind, face—a man, evidently, +who had seen so much of human guilt and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[199]</a></span> +suffering that the edge of his sympathies had +been worn off and replaced with a patient +cynicism. The usual questions as to my +name, age, residence and occupation were +asked, and then the real business of the hearing +began. The finding of the coroner's inquest +was first read, and then Major Temple +was placed upon the witness stand. The old +gentleman looked more shrunken and old +than ever. His face was yellow, his eyes +hollow and heavy from want of sleep, his +hands trembling with excitement. I could +well understand his agitation. His daughter, +even now under arrest, was hurrying to +Exeter to undergo that most terrible of all +ordeals, a hearing on a charge of murder. +Whether or not her story would end in a +confession, no one knew; that she had something +of the greatest import to tell, her letter +indicated. All these thoughts must have +crowded through her poor father's mind as +he took his seat and made oath to tell the +truth, the whole truth and nothing but the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[200]</a></span> +truth. The Magistrate began his examination +with characteristic incisiveness.</p> + +<p>"Major Temple," he said, "you are here +as a witness in the case of Mr. Owen +Morgan, charged with complicity in the +murder of Robert Ashton."</p> + +<p>The Major bowed, but remained silent.</p> + +<p>"When did you first meet Mr. Morgan?"</p> + +<p>"The night he first came to my house, +five days ago."</p> + +<p>"Never saw him before?"</p> + +<p>"Never. Mr. Ashton offered him a +place in his motor, on his way to my house. +On account of the storm, he stopped there +and remained over night."</p> + +<p>"It is supposed that this murder had as +a motive the securing of a valuable emerald +in Mr. Ashton's possession. When Mr. +Ashton first exhibited it to you, was Mr. +Morgan present?"</p> + +<p>"He was."</p> + +<p>"Did he know the value of the jewel?"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[201]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I do not know. I think the matter was +mentioned at the table."</p> + +<p>"You had agreed to give your daughter's +hand in marriage to Mr. Ashton, in return +for obtaining for you this jewel. Is that +true?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," the Major faltered.</p> + +<p>"Was your daughter opposed to this +arrangement?"</p> + +<p>"She was."</p> + +<p>"And you insisted upon it?"</p> + +<p>"I had given my word as a gentleman."</p> + +<p>"The securing of the jewel, then, from +Mr. Ashton would have released her from +the arrangement?"</p> + +<p>"If Mr. Ashton had not had it, he +could not have carried out his agreement, +of course."</p> + +<p>"At what time did you retire on the night +of the murder?"</p> + +<p>"Shortly before midnight."</p> + +<p>"After Mr. Ashton?"</p> + +<p>"Yes—I saw him to his room."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[202]</a></span></p> + +<p>"After that you retired at once?"</p> + +<p>"Yes."</p> + +<p>"Did you wake during the night?"</p> + +<p>"Not until I was aroused by Mr. Morgan's +cries—about daybreak, or a little +before."</p> + +<p>"Was it light?"</p> + +<p>"Hardly—it was just before sunrise."</p> + +<p>"You did not leave your room, from the +time you retired, until you heard Mr. Morgan's +cries?"</p> + +<p>"No."</p> + +<p>"What did you do then?"</p> + +<p>"I threw on some clothing and ran along +the hall into the west wing. I sleep at the +other end of the house in the east wing. +When I arrived at Mr. Ashton's door, Mr. +Morgan was trying to open it. My man, +Gibson, who also heard the cries, came +along, followed by one of the maids."</p> + +<p>"Did your daughter join you?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, almost immediately."</p> + +<p>"How was she dressed?"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[203]</a></span></p> + +<p>"She wore a dressing gown and slippers."</p> + +<p>"You heard no other cries but Mr. Morgan's?"</p> + +<p>"No."</p> + +<p>"What happened then?"</p> + +<p>"Mr. Morgan and Gibson broke open +the door, which was bolted. The maid +brought a candle. I ordered my daughter +to retire. Mr. Morgan and I entered the +room with the candle and closed the +door. We found Mr. Ashton on the floor +dead."</p> + +<p>"What did you do?"</p> + +<p>"I began to search for the emerald Buddha."</p> + +<p>"What did Mr. Morgan do?"</p> + +<p>"He first examined the body of the dead +man, and then went to the windows and +examined the fastenings."</p> + +<p>"Did he close or open the windows or +fastenings?"</p> + +<p>"I do not know. I paid little attention<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[204]</a></span> +to him. I was greatly excited about the +loss of the jewel."</p> + +<p>"Could he have fastened the window +without your knowing it?"</p> + +<p>"I suppose he could—I paid little attention +to him."</p> + +<p>"What happened then?"</p> + +<p>"After our examination of the room we +closed and locked the door. We then had +some coffee, after which Mr. Morgan went +into Exeter and notified the police."</p> + +<p>"Major Temple, there is a window at +the end of the hallway in the west wing, +which opens on to the roof over the porch. +Is this window usually bolted?"</p> + +<p>"Always. I generally see to it myself. +I have a valuable collection and am afraid +of thieves."</p> + +<p>"Did you do so that night?"</p> + +<p>"I did. I saw that it was bolted after +seeing Mr. Ashton to his room and before +retiring to my own."</p> + +<p>This comprised the bulk of Major Tem<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[205]</a></span>ple's +testimony. There were some other +questions, but they were of little or no importance +so far as throwing any light upon +the case was concerned.</p> + +<p>Major Temple was followed by Gibson, +who corroborated all that his master had +said, and similar testimony was given by the +maid. There was a feature of the latter's +testimony, however, which bore more +directly upon the case and my supposed connection +with it. She had been, it seems, on +the landing of the main stairway, sitting +upon a window seat, after dinner, waiting +for Miss Temple to come upstairs. It was +her habit to sit there, she said, while waiting +for Miss Temple. In this position she was +almost directly above the latter and myself +during the conversation we had had immediately +after dinner on the night of the +tragedy. She testified that she could not +hear all our conversation—that she made +no attempt to do so, as she was not an eavesdropper—but +that she had heard Miss<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[206]</a></span> +Temple say in a loud and agitated voice that +she would "never marry Robert Ashton, +never," and ask me to help her, and that +I had replied that she could depend upon +me absolutely. Immediately after this her +mistress had come upstairs and gone to her +room.</p> + +<p>"Did you accompany her to her room?" +asked the Magistrate.</p> + +<p>"No, sir. She told me as how she intended +to read until quite late, Sir, and that +I could go to bed at once, as she would not +require my assistance."</p> + +<p>"Was this unusual?"</p> + +<p>"It was, a bit, Sir. I 'most always +helped her to undress, Sir."</p> + +<p>"And you went to your room at once?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, Sir. I did, Sir, and to sleep, Sir."</p> + +<p>"How were you awakened?"</p> + +<p>"I heard someone crying 'Help! Help!' +I threw on some clothes as quick as I could, +Sir, and ran out into the hall. Then I seen +the Master run into the hallway of the west<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[207]</a></span> +wing, and Gibson after him, and I follows +them. After that, Sir, I went for a candle."</p> + +<p>The testimony of the other servants was +similar to that of Gibson and the maid. +They had heard someone crying for help, +and had rushed into the hall.</p> + +<p>Sergeant McQuade's testimony was in +some ways the most interesting of all. I +began to see that this astute gentleman had +by no means been as frank with me as I +had been with him, and had made a number +of little discoveries of which I had no +knowledge up to now. He testified to finding +Miss Temple's handkerchief in Mr. +Ashton's room on the morning of the murder. +He testified to finding the window at +the end of the hallway unbolted. He produced +photographs and measurements of +the bloody handprint found upon Mr. +Ashton's window sill and compared them +with measurements made of my own hands +earlier in the day. It appeared that, while +the handprint was small, it could readily<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[208]</a></span> +have been made by my hand, which, like +that of most artists, is rather below medium +size. He testified that he found similar +marks of blood upon the window sill of the +hall window, pointing inward, also scratches +in the paint evidently made by someone +climbing through the window from without. +He testified to finding footprints upon +the porch roof, made by someone either +wearing soft slippers or in their stocking +feet. These prints were made in the thin +wet mold which covered the surface of +the roof. He found traces of this mold +on the white window sill of the hall window, +and traced prints of it upon the polished +floor of the hallway, from the window +as far as the doorway of my room. He +could not find any prints of this nature +within my room, nor could he say that the +person making them did not go beyond my +room, but only that the footprints could not +be traced beyond my door. The walking +of many feet in the hallway between Mr.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[209]</a></span> +Ashton's door and mine had obliterated the +marks and prevented his tracing them beyond +that point, if they had indeed gone +beyond it. They were small footprints, and +somewhat indistinct, yet showing clearly as +faint, dull patches upon the polished floor. +They were clearly a man's footprints, +although smaller than the average man's +foot. Measurements which he had made +of footprints which I had made in the gravel +paths upon the morning of the tragedy +proved conclusively that these foot marks +in the hall could readily have been made +by me. He exhibited drawings, photographs +and measurements as he gave his testimony. +I sat in the dock, amazed, wondering +if by any chance I had suddenly +developed somnambulistic tendencies and +had performed these various acts while +walking in my sleep. I felt that both the +Magistrate and the crowd in the court-room +were already coming to regard me as an +extremely dangerous character.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[210]</a></span></p> + +<p>The Sergeant's testimony was extremely +thorough and exact. He showed conclusively +that no one had descended from the +porch roof to the ground either by the vines, +or by the lightning rod which I had foolishly +supposed he had not observed, the day +we made our first investigation. He spoke +of the woman's footprints in the gravel +path, from the corner of the porch to the +main entrance. He then took up our trip +to London, put in evidence the letter he +had received, supposedly from me, summoning +him to meet me at the house in Kingsgate +street, explaining that the Chinamen +had no doubt been uncertain whether +I had the stone or had turned it over to +him, and to avoid taking chances had decoyed +us both. He referred to my offers +of assistance in unraveling the case, and my +failure to mention to him my suspicions regarding +the Oriental perfume, or my taking +of the cake of soap from the green room. +He described Li Min's attempt to steal my<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[211]</a></span> +satchel, and my facetious remark that possibly +the Chinaman thought I had the +emerald in my bag, which was indeed the +case. Finally he spoke of the finding of +the emerald in the cake of soap in my +satchel and the weapon in the drawer of +the dresser in my room, by his assistants, and +the latter was produced and placed along +with the other exhibits in the case. When +McQuade had got through it was perfectly +clear to the court that someone within +the house had left the telltale marks on +the roof and window sills and it seemed +pretty conclusively shown that that someone +was myself. I arose to be examined +with a sinking heart. I knew that before +now, in the history of criminal trials, many +an innocent man had gone protesting to the +gallows, and already I felt sure that, unless +Miss Temple's testimony was decidedly +convincing, I was certain of being held for +trial as either an accomplice or the principal +in Robert Ashton's murder.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[212]</a></span></p> + +<p>My own examination was short. I told +my story as the reader already knows it, +and I told it without any hitch or hesitation. +If my reasons for taking the cake of soap +from Ashton's room seemed weak, I could +only inform the magistrate that they were +nevertheless the ones which had actuated +me. If my failure to speak of the matter to +McQuade seemed suspicious, I could only +say in reply that I had not thought it of +sufficient importance to mention to him. I +testified that I had last seen Miss Temple, +on that fatal night, when she bade me good-night +in the lower hall, and that I did not +see her again until the next morning when +she came into the hall in answer to my cries. +I described minutely the manner in which I +was awakened by the short, sharp cry of the +murdered man, and the sound of his heavy +fall, and fixed the time as not later than +half-past five, as I had looked at my watch, +mechanically, while hurriedly throwing on +my clothes. I felt that I had made a favor<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[213]</a></span>able +impression, but I realized that the +stern facts brought out by McQuade would +need more than a favorable impression to +overcome them. At the conclusion of my +testimony I requested that the Chinaman, +Li Min, be called to corroborate me as to +the removal of the cake of soap from the +green room. The Chinaman was already +in the witness room, but, when brought into +court, maintained a stolid silence, and even +the most strenuous efforts of an interpreter +failed to elicit from him a single syllable. +It was at this point that the court adjourned +for luncheon, after which the examination +was to be resumed, with the hearing of +Miss Temple's testimony.</p> + +<p>As may well be imagined, I had no desire +for food. Nor were my concern and inward +fear of the afternoon's proceedings a +result of any fear that I may have had upon +my own account. I realized fully that the +testimony of the morning had been heavily +against me, but I would have gladly en<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[214]</a></span>dured +that and much more, could I have +spared Muriel the coming ordeal. The +thought that she might be coming to Exeter +to confess, and thus free me from +all suspicion, distressed rather than cheered +me. That she had evidence of importance +to put before the court I well knew. Yet +whom could it possibly involve but herself? +The Chinaman, Li Min, she could have no +possible motive, I felt, for screening, and +the only other person for whom she could +possibly have such a feeling, her father, +had been in no way connected with the +crime, and clearly could not have committed +it. The more I thought, the more I realized +that logic pointed its cold and inexorable +fingers at her; yet the more +strongly did the love I felt for her tell me +the impossibility of such a conclusion. I +cannot express the tenderness, the love, +with which this girl, in our few brief meetings, +had inspired me. I longed to take +her into my arms and comfort her, and tell<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[215]</a></span> +her that the whole thing was but a wretched, +miserable dream. Yet it needed but a +glance at the stone walls about me, the steel +grating of my door, and the untasted food +which stood upon the cot at my side, to assure +me that this was indeed no dream, but +a very cold and stern reality. It was close +on to two o'clock when I was once more +taken back to the court-room, and, as I entered, +I glanced about with an eager and expectant +look, hoping to see Miss Temple. +She was nowhere to be seen. I took my +seat and waited patiently, watching the +court attendants as they performed their +routine duties, or the Magistrate, deep in +the business of reading and signing a number +of papers—warrants, I presumed, for +other unfortunates—which were handed +to him by a clerk. Major Temple sat in +his former seat, so pale and still that I +felt he had not left it since the morning, +yet I knew he must have done so, if only +to catch a glimpse of his daughter as she<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[216]</a></span> +arrived in the custody of the officers. +Presently there was a stir in the room, the +Magistrate left off signing his papers, and, +as I turned toward the door leading from +the witness room, I saw Muriel entering, +with Sergeant McQuade at her side, and +Inspector Burns following them. My +heart sank, as I saw how terribly pale and +distressed she looked and with what shrinking +she met the gaze of the many eyes now +focused upon her. Her own sought the +face of her father. He half-rose, as +though to speak, then sank back into his +seat and covered his eyes with his hand. +She did not see me at all—probably because +I was so close to her.</p> + +<p>The Magistrate rapped upon the desk to +still the rising buzz of conversation among +the spectators, then, turning to the witness, +for whom McQuade had placed a chair, +began his interrogations. After she had +taken the oath, and answered the usual<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[217]</a></span> +formal questions as to her name, age, etc., +he began.</p> + +<p>"Miss Temple, you have been arrested +in connection with the murder of one Robert +Ashton, which occurred at your father's +house on the morning of Tuesday last. +The object of this hearing is to fix the responsibility +for that crime, so far as we can, +pending a trial by jury. Tell the Court, if +you please, where you first met the deceased."</p> + +<p>"In Hong Kong," replied Miss Temple, +in a scarcely audible voice.</p> + +<p>"Speak a little louder, please. When +was this?"</p> + +<p>"Last year—in October."</p> + +<p>"He addressed you at that time, did he +not, upon the subject of marriage?"</p> + +<p>"He did, several times."</p> + +<p>"What was your reply?"</p> + +<p>"I refused his advances."</p> + +<p>"Why?"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[218]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I did not care for him, in fact, I disliked +him."</p> + +<p>"You had a strong aversion to him?"</p> + +<p>"I had. He seemed to me cruel and unscrupulous."</p> + +<p>"Did your father know of this feeling on +your part?"</p> + +<p>"No. I did not say anything to him +about it. He evidently liked Mr. Ashton, +probably because of their common interest +in Oriental art. I had no wish to prejudice +him."</p> + +<p>"When did you first learn that your +father had consented to your marriage with +Mr. Ashton?"</p> + +<p>"Shortly after our return to England. +He told me that Mr. Ashton had asked +for my hand in marriage, and offered to +secure the emerald Buddha for him as an +evidence of his love and sincerity. My +father, supposing that I would have no objections, +foolishly consented to the arrangement."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[219]</a></span></p> + +<p>"But you objected?"</p> + +<p>"Violently at first. Later on, when I +saw how deeply my father felt about the +matter, and when he told me he had given +Mr. Ashton his word of honor, and that the +latter had set out upon a life-and-death +quest as a result of it, I gave an unwilling +consent and agreed to write to Mr. Ashton +at Pekin, withdrawing my objections to his +suit."</p> + +<p>"You wrote this letter?"</p> + +<p>"I did."</p> + +<p>"When did you first learn that Mr. Ashton +had succeeded in his quest?"</p> + +<p>"At dinner, the night of his arrival. I +had not been alone with him, since he came +but a short time before the dinner hour. +He suddenly rolled the emerald out upon +the tablecloth, and looked at me with a +glance of triumph."</p> + +<p>"After dinner you had some conversation +with Mr. Morgan. What was it?"</p> + +<p>"I told Mr. Morgan my story. He was<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[220]</a></span> +a stranger to me, but I knew his name and +his work, and I had no one upon whom I +could rely. I told him I would never +marry Mr. Ashton, that rather than do so +I would leave the house, and earn my own +living. I asked him to help me in any way +that he could."</p> + +<p>"And he agreed?"</p> + +<p>"Yes."</p> + +<p>"What did you do then?"</p> + +<p>"I retired to my room, dismissed my +maid, and threw myself fully dressed upon +the bed."</p> + +<p>"What time was it?"</p> + +<p>"Close to ten o'clock. I heard the hall +clock strike the hour shortly after I reached +my room."</p> + +<p>"Did you go to sleep?"</p> + +<p>"No. I thought and thought about the +terrible situation I was in. I did not want +to leave home. I am very fond of my +father—he is all I have in the world. Yet +I could not make him listen to reason, in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[221]</a></span> +regard to this marriage. He was mad to +possess this miserable jewel. At last I +heard my father and Mr. Ashton come up +stairs, and, shortly after, heard my father +retire to his own room. I made up my +mind to make a last appeal to Mr. Ashton, +to tell him under no circumstances to deliver +the jewel to my father under the impression +that I would marry him, that I +would refuse to do so. I wanted also to +ask him to give me back my letter and to +release me from my unwilling promise. I +sprang from the bed, ran out into the hall, +and, without thinking of the consequences, +went at once to the door of Mr. Ashton's +room and knocked. He opened it at once, +and, fearing lest I might be seen or heard, +by someone if I remained standing in the +hall, I entered. Mr. Ashton had evidently +been examining the emerald, as I saw it +standing upon a table. He had a pen in +his hand, and was making a copy of the +curious symbol engraved on the base of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[222]</a></span> +image, upon a small piece of paper. He received +me with protestations of joy and evidently +thought that I had come to him as his +accepted wife, but I soon undeceived him, +and, after stating my case in a few words, +demanded the return of my letter. He was +very angry, and at first refused to believe +that I was in earnest. He soon saw that I +was, however, and became very brutal and +refused to release me. He even went so far +as to attempt to embrace me, and only by +threatening to rouse the house with my +screams did I succeed in making him desist. +I warned him that I was in absolute earnest, +that under no circumstances would I +marry him, and then, seeing that nothing +further was to be gained, I hurriedly left +the room."</p> + +<p>"Did you drop your handkerchief?"</p> + +<p>"I must have done so. The one found in +the room belonged to me."</p> + +<p>"Did you by any chance observe whether<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[223]</a></span> +or not any of the windows in the room were +open?"</p> + +<p>"I did. They were all closed. I +noticed it instinctively, because, when I first +entered the room, I was conscious of the +heavy, oppressive atmosphere of the place +and, knowing that the room had been long +closed, wondered that Mr. Ashton had not +opened the windows. I suppose it was because +his long stay in the East had rendered +him sensitive to our cold English weather."</p> + +<p>"After you left Mr. Ashton's room, what +did you do?"</p> + +<p>"I retired to my own room, partially undressed, +and again threw myself upon the +bed."</p> + +<p>"Did you sleep?"</p> + +<p>"No. I could not."</p> + +<p>"When did you again leave your room?"</p> + +<p>"About five o'clock. I had been thinking +all night about leaving the house. I +felt that, after the scene the night before<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[224]</a></span> +with Mr. Ashton, I could not endure another +meeting with him. I got up, put on +a walking suit and boots, and, throwing a +few things into a satchel, stole quietly down +stairs, opened the front door and went out."</p> + +<p>"Where did you go?"</p> + +<p>"I—I left the porch, and set out across +the lawns, taking a short cut to the main +road to the town."</p> + +<p>I observed that Miss Temple was showing +a greater and greater appearance of distress +as the magistrate pursued inexorably +the line of questioning that would led +her to the disclosures which I knew she +feared to make. Her face, white and +drawn, twitched pathetically under the +stress of her emotions. She spoke in a low, +penetrating voice, little more than a whisper, +yet so silent was the court-room that +what she said was audible to its furthermost +corner. As I gazed at her in silent +pity, I heard the Magistrate ask the next +question.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[225]</a></span></p> + +<p>"How far did you go?"</p> + +<p>"I went—I—I think it must have +been about thirty yards—as far as the corner +of the house."</p> + +<p>"The corner of the west wing?"</p> + +<p>"Yes." Her voice was growing more +and more faint.</p> + +<p>"Why did you not go further? What +caused you to stop?"</p> + +<p>"I—I saw somebody upon the roof of +the porch."</p> + +<p>"Was it light?"</p> + +<p>"There was a faint light in the sky, of +early dawn. I walked over toward the +path, and looked up at the porch roof."</p> + +<p>"What did you see?"</p> + +<p>"I saw someone get out of the window +from the hall, on to the roof. I—I—They +walked over to Mr. Ashton's window +and seemed to be trying to open it."</p> + +<p>"Who was it?" The crucial question +of all that had been asked her came like +the snapping of a lash, and, as she compre<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[226]</a></span>hended +it, her face became flushed, then +ghastly pale.</p> + +<p>"I—I—must I answer that question?"</p> + +<p>"You must."</p> + +<p>"But—I—I cannot!" she burst into +sobs, and buried her face in her hands. I +feared that she was going to faint.</p> + +<p>The Magistrate looked at her sternly.</p> + +<p>"Miss Temple," he said, "evidence +has been given here this morning which +points strongly toward a prisoner in this +court as the person guilty of Mr. Ashton's +death. Your answer to my question may +confirm or disprove his guilt. I direct you +to answer my question at once. Whom did +you see upon the porch roof?"</p> + +<p>Miss Temple looked despairingly about +her, rose with a ghastly look from her +chair, and, facing the magistrate said: "It—it—oh, +my God!—it was my father!" +Then she collapsed limply against the rail.</p> + +<p>Major Temple rose from his seat and +stood white and trembling. "Muriel!" he<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[227]</a></span> +cried, in a voice filled with incredulous +amazement and horror, which rang +throughout the whole room.</p> + +<p>I sprang forward with outstretched arms, +but Inspector Burns was before me. He +placed Miss Temple tenderly in her chair: +she was unconscious.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[228]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XI" id="CHAPTER_XI"></a>CHAPTER XI</h2> + +<h3>THE VENGEANCE OF BUDDHA</h3> + + +<p>When Miss Temple launched her +terrible and unwilling accusation +against her father, and was carried +unconscious from the room, I realized +that I was, to all intents and purposes, a free +man. Whatever the circumstantial evidence +which had been so cleverly brought against +me by the Scotland Yard men, I knew that +it could have no weight against actual testimony +to the effect that it was Major Temple, +and not myself, who had, early that +morning, crept out upon the roof of the +porch and entered Ashton's room by way of +his window. Miss Temple, it is true, had +testified that the window was closed, but +she could not know whether or not it was +bolted, or whether Ashton had opened it<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[229]</a></span> +later, before retiring, to secure fresh air +in his room during the night. To me it +seemed probable that he had. How to account +for its subsequent rebolting from the +inside I could not imagine, unless Major +Temple had done it, unknown to me, when +we first entered the room on the morning +of the tragedy. I looked to see all these +matters cleared up when he was placed +upon the stand, and I was not surprised to +see one of the officers in the court approach +the figure sitting bowed and silent among +the buzzing spectators and, laying a hand +upon his shoulder, bend down and whisper +a few low words into his unheeding ear. +That Major Temple's arrest must inevitably +follow his daughter's testimony was +apparent to everyone. He arose and was +about to accompany the officer to the dock, +when there was a murmur of voices about +the door, and I saw Sergeant McQuade enter +with the ugly figure of Li Min beside +him, followed by the interpreter, while In<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[230]</a></span>spector +Burns, stepping quickly to the Magistrate's +desk, said a few hurried words to +him in a low voice.</p> + +<p>The Magistrate, apparently very much +surprised, turned to the court-room, rapped +loudly for order and motioned to the officer +in charge of Major Temple to release him. +Sergeant McQuade, meanwhile, with his +prisoner, had advanced to the dock, and +without further ceremony I saw the court +attendants administer the oath, the import +of this being explained to the Chinaman by +the interpreter.</p> + +<p>I learned afterward that Li Min, upon +his first appearance as a witness, had been +under the impression that he was being +tried for his attempt to steal my satchel, +and, as he did not then know that his compatriots +in London had secured the emerald, +feared to make disclosures regarding his attempt +to secure it which would inform the +police of its whereabouts. The interpreter, +a Chinaman of the better class, who was in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[231]</a></span> +the habit of acting in this capacity for the +police, had argued with him during the +noon hour, had convinced him that he was +not charged with any crime, that the emerald +Buddha had been secured by his +friends in London, and was, ere now, no +doubt, on its way back to China. Under +these circumstances he was at last persuaded +to tell his story and, after an interminable +amount of questioning, it was at +last dragged from him. I have placed his +testimony together into the form of a narrative, +which will enable the reader to understand +its purport, without being under +the necessity of going through the laborious +cross-questioning by the Magistrate and the +interpreter which was necessary in order to +drag it forth.</p> + +<p>It seems that Li Min, a native of South +China, and by religion a follower of Buddha, +had associated himself with the reform +movement in China, which has drawn +into its ranks many of the most intelligent<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[232]</a></span> +of the Chinese. Like many of his countrymen, +he was under suspicion, and, knowing +the enmity of the Dowager Empress and +her advisers toward the movement, had +come to Hong Kong with the intention of +leaving the country. His engagement as a +servant by Major Temple was for him a +piece of excellent luck, as it enabled him +to leave China without being under any +suspicion as to his motives for doing so. +It was during the voyage to England, and +his subsequent stay in Major Temple's service, +that he first learned the story of the +emerald Buddha. Piece by piece he +gathered the details of the story, and from +frequent conversations between Major +Temple and his daughter, which they carried +on without regard for his presence, he +came to know of Ashton's determination to +secure the sacred relic. His religious feelings +were outraged by what he heard, and +he promptly communicated the whole matter +by letter to a Buddhist priest in Hong<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">[233]</a></span> +Kong, with the suggestion that he send word +to the followers of Buddha in Ping Yang. +This was done, but much time had elapsed, +and, when the word at last reached Ping +Yang, Ashton had already escaped with the +jewel. The priest in charge of the shrine, +upon receiving the information as to the +stone's destination, set out at once for London +with two of his followers, determined +upon the recovery of the emerald at any +cost. They made such speed that they got +to Pekin a considerable time before Ashton +arrived there, owing to his wanderings in +the interior after his escape from his pursuers. +They set out at once for England +and arrived in London some weeks before +Ashton's coming. They at once communicated +not only with Li Min but with their +followers in London, and a plan was worked +out which would inevitably have resulted +in the recovery of the jewel, had it been +peaceably turned over to Major Temple as +they supposed would be the case. Li Min<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">[234]</a></span> +was to notify them as soon as Ashton arrived +at Major Temple's, and, after that, +both he and the Major's house were to be +carefully watched and the stone recovered +at the first opportunity. They naturally +supposed that the bargain between Major +Temple and Ashton would be carried out, +and the stone left in Major Temple's possession. +It would then be Li Min's part to +admit his confederates to the house and with +their assistance steal the jewel and make +away with it. When Li Min, in waiting +on the table that night, first saw the emerald +Buddha his impulse was to seize it at once +and remove it from the impious hands of +the foreign devils. This he was of course +unable to do. He then planned to go into +Exeter that night and send word to his +confederates in London, as arranged, but, +owing to the furious storm, and the impossibility +of accomplishing anything at that +late hour of the night, he determined to +wait until early the next morning. He<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[235]</a></span> +overheard the quarrel between Ashton and +Major Temple after dinner, and the fear +that the former might leave the house the +next day, taking the jewel with him, had +left him awake throughout the night, devising +plans for the coming day. He +arose about half-past four o'clock, but, as it +was still raining heavily, he crept silently +through the hallway of the west wing to +Ashton's door, hoping to find it unfastened. +Upon finding it bolted, he had gone to the +window at the end of the hall, unfastened +it, raised the sash and looked out. It was +still raining, although not so heavily, and +the light of early dawn was beginning to +show in the sky. He made a quick decision +to climb out upon the roof, enter Ashton's +room by means of the window, secure +the emerald and make his way as quickly +as possible to the town, where he could place +the jewel in safe hands. But, fearing lest, +in the early morning light, he might be +recognized by some chance early riser<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[236]</a></span> +among the stablemen or gardeners, he descended +swiftly to the main hall, threw on +a long tan rain-coat and tweed cap belonging +to Major Temple and, so disguised, returned +once more to the upper floor and +thence by way of the window to the porch +roof. He was making his way quietly +along to the window of Mr. Ashton's room +when seen by Miss Temple, but he was so +absorbed in his work that he did not observe +her. Arriving at Mr. Ashton's window, +he had tried it, only to find it bolted +on the inside. The increasing light showed +him dimly the interior of the room, with +Ashton lying asleep in the bed. In trying +to force the window he had cut his hand +badly upon a projecting nail or bit of glass, +but in his excitement he failed to realize it, +and had rested his palm, covered with blood +upon the window sill, his fingers pointing +inward. His efforts to open the window +had also resulted in some noise, which +awoke the sleeping man within. What fol<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[237]</a></span>lowed +I will try to tell in Li Min's own +words as rendered into English by the interpreter. +"I saw the man (Mr. Ashton) +rolling about in his bed. He seemed to be +suffering, and I heard him groan and once +cry out in his sleep. I pushed the window +again, and it made a loud noise. The man +jumped up quickly, and started toward the +window. His face was white, and terrible. +And, as he jumped from the bed, the hand +of Buddha, the mighty, the wonderful one, +who knows all things, smote him like a +flash of fire. He fell upon the floor, uttering +a loud cry. I was frightened, and +ran along the roof and climbed into the +house through the hall window. I heard +sounds of someone moving about in the +room of the young man (Mr. Morgan). I +closed the window, but forgot to bolt it in +my hurry. I ran quickly along the hall +and went down the stairs. I put the coat +and cap in the closet in the hall, where I +had found them, and went out through the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[238]</a></span> +servant's entrance. I walked into Exeter +and sent word to my brothers in London +that the sacred relic had come. Then I +had some breakfast and came back. Afterward +I learned that the jewel was gone. +I did not know whether The Great Buddha +had taken it away or not. I tried to +get into the room, but it was always locked. +At last the dead man was taken away and +I was sent to fix the room. I searched +everywhere—under the carpets, behind +the pictures, in the mattress of the bed—but +I could not find the stone. At last the +young man (Mr. Morgan) came into the +room suddenly, and I watched him. He, +too, I knew, was seeking for the jewel. +After a time, he took the piece of soap and +went away. I was a fool—I had not +thought of the soap, which lay there in +front of my eyes. It was the only thing I +had not searched. I knew that, if Buddha +had not taken away the stone, it must be +concealed there. I watched the young<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[239]</a></span> +man. I saw him put it in his bag. I went +downstairs, and, after a while, when the +satchel was left unguarded for a moment, +I took it. The young man and the officer +were outside and stopped me. When I +was taken into the jail at Exeter, my +friend, Chuen Moy came to see me. I +told him through the bars what had happened. +I did not know whether the young +man would keep the stone or give it to +the officer. I told Chuen Moy that they +were both going to London in the afternoon. +I told Chuen Moy to go to London and to +inform our brothers that they might get the +stone. I have done nothing wrong. The +man who died had offended the great Buddha. +He committed a sacrilege in the +shrine and he deserved to die. The mighty +hand of the all-powerful one was stretched +out, and he fell dead. I myself have seen +the miracle. It is the vengeance of Buddha."</p> + +<p>I do not know what the effect of this<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">[240]</a></span> +weird story was upon the others in the court-room, +but to me it rang with all the accents +of sincerity and truth. Not that I believed +in the vengeance of Buddha, although even +that I was not in the face of the evidence +prepared to deny, but the actual events of +his story, as he related them, explained +everything, and nothing. There were no +clues which had not been unraveled and +made clear, yet we were as far from the +solution of the mystery as ever. My heart +gave a great leap of joy when I heard the +Chinaman's simple, sincere confession, and +knew that, because of his disguise, his tan +coat and cap, Muriel had been mistaken in +supposing the figure on the roof to have +been her father. For I knew that this terrible +thing about her father, which she so +firmly believed, and which she had for days +kept locked in the recesses of her heart, +must have almost broken it during those +many hours of uncertainty and fear. Yet +for my sake, she had told the terrible truth,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">[241]</a></span> +as she believed it, and to save me she had +gone all the way to London, to ask my advice +as to the proper course for her to pursue. +I realized what it must have meant +to her to launch that fearful accusation +against her own father and I began to hope +that she might have for me a feeling not +dissimilar to that which I so strongly felt +for her.</p> + +<p>There was some confusion in the court-room +when Li Min finished his story, several +of the spectators began to laugh at what +they considered a remarkably ingenious, yet +ridiculous, defense on the Chinaman's part. +As they glanced at the Magistrate, however, +they saw nothing approaching amusement +upon his grim face. On the contrary it was +very evident, when Li Min had been taken +back to his cell, that he not only believed +the Chinaman's story, but had been very +deeply impressed by it.</p> + +<p>Major Temple was put upon the stand +again, but his examination resulted only in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">[242]</a></span> +a repetition of his former statements and +a forcible denial that he had left his room +from the moment he retired the evening +preceding Mr. Ashton's death until he +heard my cries for help the next morning. +There was no evidence now to connect +either Miss Temple, her father or myself +with the death of the collector. Li Min +had borne out my story regarding the taking +of the cake of soap in every particular. +I was discharged, along with Major +Temple and Miss Temple, and only Li Min +remained in custody. He was, of course, +held upon the technical charge of assaulting +McQuade and threatening him with a +deadly weapon. Inspector Burns and Sergeant +McQuade both signified their intention +of going to London at once. The latter, +however, arranged to come down to The +Oaks the following day to make a final examination +into the mystery. He did not +believe for a moment that part of Li Min's +story which referred to the sudden death of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">[243]</a></span> +Mr. Ashton, and was already working on +some theory, which he did not elaborate to +me, whereby Li Min might have been able +to open the window of the dead man's room, +enter, commit the murder and rebolt the +window behind him after he had left. If +he could establish this, he felt sure that he +could send Li Min to the gallows. I was +requested by Major Temple, who seemed +much broken in health and spirits by the +events of the past few days, to accompany +him and his daughter back to The Oaks, an +invitation of which I was by no means slow +to avail myself. The poor girl was greatly +upset, and very much tired out, and we made +haste to get her home as quickly as possible. +I was too sick of the whole matter of Mr. +Ashton's death to discuss it, although the +Major broached the subject several times +on our way back. I wanted to get Miss +Temple home, where I hoped for an opportunity +to have a talk with her, and to +show in some way my appreciation of her<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">[244]</a></span> +efforts in my behalf, and her trip to London +to see me. I had wired the caretaker at my +studio in town early that morning to send +me down some clothes, and I hoped to be +able to appear at dinner in a more presentable +costume than the walking suit which +I had been forced to wear, throughout my +remarkable series of adventures, for the past +five days.</p> + +<p>It was close to five o'clock when we arrived +home, and I found my belongings +awaiting me. I was given the same room +that I had previously occupied and, when I +appeared at dinner at eight, I felt like a +human being for the first time since I had +entered Major Temple's door. I was glad +to see that both the Major and his daughter +were much rested, and we sat down to dinner +with some show of cheerfulness, Miss +Temple looking especially charming in a +green silk evening gown which to my +artist's eyes made her a picture that I +longed to put on canvas. I told her so, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">[245]</a></span> +we were soon discussing pictures, and art +generally, at a lively rate. Only the Major +seemed depressed, and I imagine this came +from his regret at the loss of the wonderful +emerald Buddha. He did not refer to it in +any way, but I was conscious of a far-away +look in his eyes which spoke volumes. +What had become of the jewel, I did not +know, but I fancied that McQuade's hurried +trip to London had something to do +with the search his men were making for +the lost underground temple of Buddha +and thought it more than likely that I would +know more about it when he returned the +next day.</p> + +<p>We passed an hour very pleasantly at +table, and after dinner Major Temple excused +himself upon the plea that he wanted +to write some letters and retired to his den, +while Miss Temple and I sat down before +the fire in the library for our first real tête-à-tête. +It had begun to rain heavily outside, +with a stiff breeze blowing from the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246">[246]</a></span> +southwest, and it seemed wonderfully fine +and warm and altogether delightful, sitting +here in the firelight with the woman I loved +beside me.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">[247]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XII" id="CHAPTER_XII"></a>CHAPTER XII</h2> + +<h3>I ASK MISS TEMPLE A QUESTION</h3> + + +<p>"Miss Temple," I said, as we +sat beside each other on the +big leather-covered settle facing +the fire, "I want to thank you with all +my heart for going up to London to see me. +I know why you went and can never tell +you how deeply I appreciate it."</p> + +<p>She looked at me with her bewitching +smile, which somehow made me feel both +delightfully happy and yet vaguely uncertain +of myself. "I had to come, Mr. +Morgan," she said. "As soon as I knew +the police were fastening their suspicions +upon you, I knew I should be obliged to +tell what I had seen. Yet I felt horrified +at the thought of accusing my father. I +could not understand his being where I im<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">[248]</a></span>agined +I saw him. I knew his mad desire +for the jewel and was filled with dismay at +the thought that he would attempt to secure +it by such means. Of course I had no +thought then of Mr. Ashton's death. I ran +to my room, threw off my wet clothes, and +appeared in the hall just as your cries +aroused the house. Li Min must have re-entered +the house just after I retired to my +room. I did not look into the hallway of +the west wing. I avoided doing so purposely, +as I did not wish to humiliate my +father by letting him know that I had seen +him on the roof. Of course I was deceived +by the long coat and cap. My father is of +about the same height as Li Min, and I had +been so accustomed to seeing him in that +particular coat and cap—he invariably +wore them when walking about the grounds—that +I felt no doubt whatever as to his +identity. Had I found you in London, Mr. +Morgan, I should have told you everything +and been guided by your advice."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">[249]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I wish you had found me there," I +said, "but, as it is, everything has turned +out well. Only I am sorry that you should +have had to undergo such a terrible experience."</p> + +<p>"Oh, it wasn't so bad. They gave me a +very comfortable room at the police station +in London, and the matron was extremely +kind. I might have enjoyed the experience +thoroughly, had I not been so terribly worried +about my father." The dark shadow +which fell across her face reminded me +forcibly of the suffering she had undergone. +I hastened to change the subject.</p> + +<p>"Sometime I hope to show you London +and my studio under different circumstances," +I said. "I've got a lot of interesting +old things there that I've picked up. +You must surely come."</p> + +<p>"Oh, I should love to. And your pictures! +You must show me those, too."</p> + +<p>"I'll be glad to. We will get up a party, +some time. I've lots of delightful friends<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">[250]</a></span> +among the painters and musical people. +You'd like them, I know."</p> + +<p>"It's the life I've always dreamed of," +she said, her cheeks flushing with excitement. +"I've been to so many places, Rome +and Paris, and Vienna and Cairo, and the +East, you know, but I really know very little +about them. The outside I have seen, +of course, but the real life—that I have +missed. And now we are stuck down here, +where we don't know anybody, because +father fancies it is good for his health. I +suppose it is, but it isn't real, joyous living. +I hardly feel alive."</p> + +<p>"But you go to London, don't you? +Your father spoke of his house there."</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, we are there a great deal, +but father's friends are mostly professors +of Assyriology and Egyptology, and people +of that sort, and they come and stay for +hours and talk about scarabs and hieroglyphics +and mummies, and all that sort of +thing. Sometimes I feel almost as though<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">[251]</a></span> +I were about to become a mummy myself."</p> + +<p>She certainly did not look it, with her +wonderful color, heightened by the firelight +and her large and brilliant eyes. I could +not help looking deep into them as I replied.</p> + +<p>"We must prevent that, at all costs. Let +me show you what it is to really live."</p> + +<p>"Isn't that rather a large order? And +we have known each other for so short a +time, too." She laughed nervously, but did +not seem displeased at my remark.</p> + +<p>"I think the experiences of the past week +have caused us to know each other very +well," I said, gravely, "and I hope you may +think as much of the friendship which has +come to us as I do."</p> + +<p>"Are we then really friends?" she said +slowly. "I never had a man friend—nor +very many of any sort, I fear. We have +always moved about so much from place to +place."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252">[252]</a></span></p> + +<p>I regretted my choice of words. I could +readily believe that she would not find it +easy to have a man friend, for he would +at once proceed to fall head over heels in +love with her, as I had done. "Perhaps +not friends," I said, and, as I did so, I +placed my hand over hers, which lay beside +me upon the leather seat of the settle. "At +least not friends only. I suppose, Miss +Temple, that you will be very much surprised, +when I tell you that I have never +thought of you in that way. I have always +dreamed, all my life, of a woman like you, +who would be close beside me, and share all +my hopes and dreams, and be the cause of +them all as well, and be glad of my successes +and not think the less of me because of my +failures. But a woman to be all that must +be more than a man's friend, Miss Temple—she +must be his wife."</p> + +<p>The color flooded her cheeks as I said +this, but she did not draw away her hand. +"A woman would have to be very greatly<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253">[253]</a></span> +loved by a man, and love him very greatly +in return, to be all that to him," she said.</p> + +<p>"I can only speak for myself, Miss +Temple—Muriel. I love you very +greatly, so much indeed, that I am telling +you of it now—when I have the opportunity—instead +of waiting, as no doubt you +think I should. But, were I to wait, I do +not know what trick of fate might intervene +to prevent me. Your father might +suddenly be seized with the idea of going +to India, or Japan, or somewhere else, and +I should be unable to tell you what has +been singing in my heart ever since the first +moment I saw you. We have passed +through much trouble, you and I, and that +has brought us closer to each other than +years of formal acquaintanceship might +ever have done. I want you—I need you—I +love you, and I shall always love you." +I drew her to me, unresisting. "Do you +love me, dear?" I said, and, when she put +her arms about my neck and her head upon<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_254" id="Page_254">[254]</a></span> +my breast I knew what her answer was, and +that I had found my heart's desire.</p> + +<p>It must have been half an hour later when +Major Temple burst into the library, in a +great state of excitement. We heard him +coming along the hall, and I had made up +my mind to ask his consent to our marriage +as soon as he came in. I failed to do so, +because he seemed much excited, and asked +us at once if we had seen anything of Boris, +his favorite mastiff. He had missed the +dog that morning, before setting out for +Exeter he said, but his mind was so troubled +by the prospect of the hearing, and his +daughter's arrest, that he gave the matter +but scant thought. He had suddenly realized, +a few moments ago, while writing +some letters in his study, that the dog was +not in his favorite place upon the hearthrug +and that in fact he had not seen him since +his return from Exeter. He made inquiries +at once, but none of the servants had seen the +dog since the day before. I remembered<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_255" id="Page_255">[255]</a></span> +at once the howling that I had heard during +the night and spoke of it. The Major +thought for a moment, then raised his head +with a sudden look of comprehension. +"Don't you remember, Mr. Morgan, that +Boris was with us when we made our examination +of the green room last night? I +do not recollect seeing him after that. We +all left the room very hurriedly, you will +remember, having just learned that my +daughter could not be found. The poor +fellow has no doubt been locked in there +ever since, and it was his howls that you +heard. Wait until I see if I can find another +key—there are two about the house +somewhere. Sergeant McQuade has the +one usually left in the door."</p> + +<p>He disappeared for a few moments, then +returned with several keys upon a wire ring. +"One of these will open it, I think," he +said, and led the way to the green room, +Muriel and I following him. "Poor +dog," he said as we hastily ascended the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_256" id="Page_256">[256]</a></span> +stairs, "he must be dying for food, or a +drink of water."</p> + +<p>Upon our arrival at the door, Major +Temple tried several of the keys before finding +one that would open it. At last the lock +turned, however, and he attempted to push +open the door. It refused to open, and +felt, he said, as though some heavy object +had been placed against it, upon the inside +of the room. I went to his assistance and +by pushing with our united strength forced +the door inward sufficiently to allow us to +enter. The Major took a candle from the +room occupied by myself, across the hall, +and we squeezed our way into the room with +some difficulty, Muriel remaining outside. +What was our astonishment to see lying +upon the floor, his head close to the door, +as though struck down in an effort to escape, +the Major's mastiff, Boris, stone dead, +his eyes wide open and staring, his mouth +distended and still covered with foam, his +face wearing an expression of intense fear.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_257" id="Page_257">[257]</a></span> +It was a horrible sight, and we looked at +each other in alarm. "My God," said the +Major—"this room is accursed. Let us +go." He started for the door.</p> + +<p>"Shall I come in?" we heard Muriel +asking from the hall without.</p> + +<p>"No—no!" the Major commanded. +"We will be with you in a moment." He +motioned to me to go ahead, and he followed +me and closed the door.</p> + +<p>"What is the matter?" asked his daughter +as she saw our startled faces. "Isn't +Boris there?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, he is there." The Major's tone +was grave and solemn. "He is there, +Muriel, and he is dead. I do not know +what is the secret of that room, but I shall +never enter it again." He turned from us, +and led the way down the hall.</p> + +<p>"Dead!" said Muriel, turning to me. +"Is it really true?"</p> + +<p>I assured her that it was.</p> + +<p>She glanced at me with a scared sort of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_258" id="Page_258">[258]</a></span> +a look. "Do you think," she said, slowly, +"that Li Min's story of the vengeance of +Buddha could really be true, after all?"</p> + +<p>"No, I do not," I said, though I was not +so absolutely sure as I pretended to be. +"It is hardly likely that Buddha would turn +his vengeance upon an inoffensive dog, who +had certainly done nothing to incur it. It +is a curious and unfortunate coincidence, +that is all. The dog has no doubt died of +fright, caused by his unusual situation, +coupled perhaps with lack of food, water +and air. Or he may have dashed himself +against the door in his struggles and died of +apoplexy. I've frequently heard of dogs +dying from some such cause, especially old +ones. How old was Boris?"</p> + +<p>"About four years," said Muriel, and I +knew from the way in which she spoke that +she did not believe my explanation of the +affair in the least.</p> + +<p>When we reached the floor below, the +Major directed Gibson and one of the other<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_259" id="Page_259">[259]</a></span> +servants to remove the dog's body from the +room, and we all retired to the library, +where we discussed the matter for a long +time. Major Temple, on sober thought, +was inclined to agree with my view of the +matter, but in spite of our attempts to regard +the event in a common-sense light, we +could not shake off a mysterious feeling of +dread at the thought of these two creatures, +a man and a dog having so inexplicably +come to their ends in this room. In Ashton's +case, at least, there was a tangible +enough evidence of the cause of death, but +in the case of Boris there was none. Major +Temple stepped out and examined the dog's +body when the men brought it down from +above, and upon his return reported that +there was no wound or mark of any sort +upon the animal that could account for its +death.</p> + +<p>Miss Temple essayed a few airs upon the +piano, but our thoughts were not attuned +to music, and presently, as it was close to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_260" id="Page_260">[260]</a></span> +eleven o'clock, she said good-night to us +both and left us. As she passed me on her +way from the room, she leaned over and +kissed me upon the forehead, and I turned +to find the Major staring at me in perplexity. +Poor man, so many strange things +had happened during the course of this +eventful day that I fear he would not have +been greatly surprised had I suddenly stood +upon my head and attempted to recite the +Jabberwock backward. I at once told him +of my love for Muriel, and of her feelings +toward me, and asked his consent to our +marriage. "It is a bit sudden, I'll admit, +Sir," I concluded, "but none the less real +and true for all that."</p> + +<p>"But, my dear Sir," gasped the Major, +evidently very much taken aback by my +flow of words, and my earnest and somewhat +excited manner, "I hardly know +you. How can you expect me to reply to +such a question, to give my consent to +your marriage with my daughter, when I<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_261" id="Page_261">[261]</a></span> +know absolutely nothing of your position, +your prospects, or your income?"</p> + +<p>I expected his objections and answered +them at once. "You are quite right, Sir, +of course," I answered. "As for my income, +I am making close to a thousand +pounds a year from my profession, which, +as you may know, is that of an illustrator +for books and for the magazines. In addition +to that, I have an income from my +father's estate of 800 pounds a year. At +my mother's death I shall have as much +more. My father was Edward Morgan, +of whom you may perhaps have heard. +He was a well-known civil engineer, and +railway constructor, and distinguished himself +in India, in the construction of the great +sea-wall at Calcutta. My mother is still +living, and I know she would be most happy +to welcome Muriel as a daughter, for I +have no brothers or sisters, and she is very +lonely."</p> + +<p>At the mention of my profession and my<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_262" id="Page_262">[262]</a></span> +income I noticed that Major Temple's +frown relaxed somewhat, but when I mentioned +my father's name and the fact of his +having spent a part of his life in India, he +fairly beamed.</p> + +<p>"Are you really the son of Edward +Morgan?" he cried, rising. "Why, my +boy, I knew him well. I was in the Indian +service for fifteen years, and who did not +know him, who has spent much time in that +benighted country? Many's the time I've +dined with him at our club in Calcutta. +He was a fine man, and, if I remember +rightly, he refused a knighthood for his +services." He came up to me and took my +hand. "It's all very sudden, I must say, +but I should be very glad to see Muriel happily +married, and, if she believes you to +be the right man, I shall interpose no objections. +But I should advise that you both +wait a reasonable time, until you are certain +that you have not made any mistake. +As for me, I am an old man, and I have<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_263" id="Page_263">[263]</a></span> +traveled all over the world, but the only +real happiness I have ever found was in the +love of my wife. She went out to India +with me, and she never came back." He +turned and gazed into the fire to hide his +emotions. "I have become half-mad over +this business of collecting antiquities and +curios," he resumed, presently, "but it isn't +real, it's only an insane hobby after all, and +I have only just realized how selfish it all +is, and how selfish I have been as well, +to consider for a moment bartering my +daughter's happiness for a miserable Chinese +idol to which I never had any right +in the first place." He drew a cigar from +his pocket and lighted it hurriedly.</p> + +<p>I thanked him for his attitude toward my +suit, and agreed to leave the setting of our +marriage day entirely in the hands of himself +and Muriel. Then, seeing that he was +tired out after the long strain of the day, +I bade him good-night and retired to my +room.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_264" id="Page_264">[264]</a></span></p> + +<p>As I stopped at my doorway, I noticed +that the door of the green room stood partly +open, and, filled with a curious fascination, +I once more peered into its dark and silent +interior. I could see only the faint outlines +of the tall, old-fashioned bed, against the +dim night light of the sky without the windows. +I stepped inside, acting upon the +impulse of the moment, and striking a wax +taper lit one of the gas jets in the heavy, old-fashioned +bronze chandelier. The room +seemed comfortable enough, although I felt +that peculiar stifling sensation which I had +noticed upon my first entering it. I looked +about, and wondered for the thousandth +time what strange secret lay concealed within +its walls, what mysterious influence existed +which was potent to strike down man +or beast alike without warning, as though +by the hand of death itself. I longed to +penetrate to the heart of this mystery, to +satisfy myself, at least, that what had oc<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_265" id="Page_265">[265]</a></span>curred +herein had not been supernatural, +the action of unknown forces, but merely +some working of well-known natural laws, +obscure perhaps, but none the less understandable, +if but the secret could once be +grasped. Suddenly I was seized with an +idea. Why should I not spend the night +here, instead of in the room across the hall, +and possibly thus determine the grim secret, +which had set our reason and common sense +at naught. The idea grew upon me, and +so strongly was I possessed with it that I +at once returned to my own room, undressed, +put on my pajamas, and, taking +from my dressing-case, which had been sent +down from London, a small pocket revolver +that I always carried with me and had +never yet used, I crossed the hall into the +room opposite, carrying with me some extra +coverings for my bed. I did not feel at all +sleepy, so, after closing the door and climbing, +not without difficulty, into the high<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_266" id="Page_266">[266]</a></span> +poster bed, I lay back comfortably upon the +pillows and proceeded to occupy myself in +reading a magazine which I had found lying +upon the table in my own room.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_267" id="Page_267">[267]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XIII" id="CHAPTER_XIII"></a>CHAPTER XIII</h2> + +<h3>A NIGHT OF HORROR</h3> + + +<p>The night that I spent in the green +room was in many ways like the one +which Robert Ashton spent there. +A heavy rain had set in, and the wind from +the southwest was driving it against the +windows of the room, just as it had done +that other night. I had attempted to raise +one of the windows before turning in, but +it was impossible to keep it open for any +length of time as the rain drove in fiercely +and threatened to flood the room. As I lay +in bed, unable to concentrate my thoughts +upon the magazine I had picked up, I began +to reconstruct in my mind the scene +which had been enacted in this room but +a few nights before. I pictured Robert +Ashton, sitting at the small, marble-topped<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_268" id="Page_268">[268]</a></span> +table, laboriously copying the inscription +upon the base of the emerald figure, for +what purpose I could not imagine. I saw +him as he opened the door for Miss Temple, +his painful interview with her, and his +anger at its conclusion. Then, no doubt, +he sat down and thought the whole thing +over. He remembered Major Temple's +threat that he should never leave the house +and take the emerald with him. Possibly +he may have supposed that Muriel and her +father were in league in some way to obtain +possession of the jewel and thus defraud +him, he felt, of the fruits of his labors. +No doubt the question of where to place +the stone, during the night, to insure its +absolute safety, became in his mind an important +one. He determined to hide it, +and cast about for a place of concealment. +To secrete it about the room would be impracticable: +it must be so situated that he +could instantly remove it if necessary. Yet +to place it in his bag among his other be<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_269" id="Page_269">[269]</a></span>longings +would be no concealment at all. +Probably he gave a quick glance about the +room, and then the cake of soap, green like +the emerald itself, lying upon the washstand, +suggested a hiding-place which, because +of its very conspicuousness, would +be thought of by no one. To cut the cake +in half, lengthways, with a knife or more +probably a piece of thread, was the work +of but a moment. The hollowing out of +the chamber within, no doubt, took longer. +A glance about for a scrap of paper or +other material, to hold the bits of soap as +he slowly dug them out with his penknife, +revealed the handkerchief lying close at +hand upon the floor where Miss Temple +had dropped it. Soon the thing was done—the +great emerald snugly placed in its +improvised case, and the edges of the two +halves of the soap softened with water and +pressed tightly together until they were +once more united. Then it was only necessary +to use the soap once to wash his hands,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_270" id="Page_270">[270]</a></span> +and the telltale line between the two halves +would disappear. That his plan had indeed +been an ingenious one, subsequent +events proved, for the room was searched, +twice by the police, once by myself and +Major Temple, and once by Li Min, yet of +all the people bent upon discovering the +jewel, not one had given the cake of soap, +lying so obviously and properly in its china +dish, more than a cursory glance.</p> + +<p>Then I thought, what next? No doubt +Ashton had turned off the gas and climbed +into bed. I say climbed advisedly, for the +bed, one of those old-fashioned four posters +with a feather mattress under the hair one, +was far higher from the floor than are our +modern beds, and to facilitate getting into +it, there stood beside it a little, low, wooden +stool, by which one ascended to its snowy +heights.</p> + +<p>Presently, over my imaginings, I felt +myself growing unaccountably sleepy and +tired. I realized that the strain of the long<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_271" id="Page_271">[271]</a></span> +day had been a heavy one. In spite of the +feelings of horror with which the room had +at first inspired me, I could see no reason +for going without a good night's rest. +There was no priceless jewel concealed +upon the premises, to bring down upon me +either the vengeance of Buddha or the +murderous attacks of my fellow men. I +laughed a little at my earlier fears as I +rose in bed, reached over to the chandelier +and turned out the light. The sighing and +moaning of the wind, and the dashing of +the rain against the window panes were the +last sound I heard as I passed into a heavy +and restless sleep.</p> + +<p>I must have slept for several hours, during +which I tossed about, a prey to broken +and tortured dreams. At one time I seemed +to be again in the underground temple of +Buddha, and the glittering green figure of +the deity seemed to grow and swell until +it filled the whole room, forcing me down +and ever down until I seemed to be chok<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_272" id="Page_272">[272]</a></span>ing +under its enormous weight. Again I +thought myself imprisoned in a huge cake +of soap, which closed about me slowly and +with irresistible force while I vainly tried +to force it back with my hands to keep from +smothering. For a long time I seemed to +be beneath a dark cloud which dissolved +into glittering points of light, only to be +swallowed up in darkness again. After a +time I seemed to be struggling to free myself +from a huge, soft object which lay upon +my chest and threatened to strangle me. +I discovered at last that it was the dead +body of Boris, the great mastiff, which, try +as I would, I could not free myself from. +Presently the dog seemed to become suddenly +alive and its huge, dripping jaws +opened and closed tightly upon my throat. +I struggled madly to extricate myself from +his grasp, but I seemed to be slowly, but +surely, choking to death. In a madness of +fear I half awoke, trembling and weak, and, +with a cry, thrust the imaginary body of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_273" id="Page_273">[273]</a></span> +the animal from me and sprang to my feet +in the bed. I saw nothing but the faint +light of the window opposite me, and with +a mad desire for air I sprang violently toward +it, my right foot, as I lurched heavily +outward, coming down upon the wooden +stool by the side of the bed. And, as I thus +dashed headlong in the direction of the +window, gasping desperately for breath, I +suddenly felt a violent glancing blow upon +the side of my head, that shook me to the +very marrow, and stretched me stunned and +unconscious upon the floor.</p> + +<p>I must have remained in this position for +several moments, although I had no means +of knowing, when I slowly awoke to consciousness, +how long a time my insensibility +had lasted. Slowly my mind began to +grasp the fact that something strange, almost +unbelievable, had happened to me, although +what it was I did not then understand. +I seemed to be swimming in a vast +limitless space, filled with light, which<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_274" id="Page_274">[274]</a></span> +gradually contracted until it became a +single glowing spark which seemed to be +myself, my intelligence. This process of +coming back, as it were, seemed to take an +age, yet I know now that it could not have +been more than a few brief moments. +When at last I opened my eyes, and realized +my situation, I was intensely weak, and +still gasping madly for air. I seemed unable +to breathe—my lungs, my heart +seemed oppressed as though by heavy +weights. I slowly and painfully struggled +to my knees and raised my hand to my head, +which seemed ready to burst with pain. It +came away dripping with blood. The +sudden shock of the realization that I was +wounded, together with the sharp pain +which the touching of the wound gave me, +roused me to the necessity of quick and sudden +action. I tried to rise, but my legs +seemed made of stone. I fell over upon my +side and then began to crawl laboriously +and painfully toward the door. The chok<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_275" id="Page_275">[275]</a></span>ing +sensation increased every moment. For +a time I thought I should never be able to +reach it, and then with a rush I thought +of Muriel, and all that the future held for +us, and I made a last terrible effort, dragged +myself across the few feet remaining between +myself and the door, and, with barely +enough strength left to reach up and turn +the knob, managed somehow to fall across +the threshold and into the hall.</p> + +<p>I fell with my head and most of my body +in the passageway, and, as a result of my +almost superhuman efforts, must have again +become unconscious. When I once more +revived, I no longer felt the horrible sensation +of choking which had before oppressed +me, and I attributed this to the +cold air of the hall. I felt very weak, and +my head was lying in a pool of blood, but +my senses were fairly clear, and I knew that +I must regain my room and attempt in some +way to stop the flow of blood from my +wound. After some difficulty I managed to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_276" id="Page_276">[276]</a></span> +rise, and staggered into my room. My +first thought was of a flask of whiskey which +I usually carried in my bag. I prayed that +in sending down my things from London +it had not been removed. After groping +about for a few moments I came upon it, +and lost no time in swallowing the bulk of +its contents. Under this sudden and violent +stimulation I began to feel better, my +strength began to return, and I managed to +find a wax taper and light the gas. A look +into the mirror caused me to shudder. My +face and the entire right side of my head +was a gory mass of blood, which, even as +I stood there, dripped in heavy drops upon +the white cloth on the top of the dresser. +I hastily seized a towel and managed to +bring my face to some appearance of the +human, after which I soaked a couple of +handkerchiefs in cold water and bound them +upon the wound. It proved to be a long, +irregular gash, extending from the side of +my head some two or more inches back of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_277" id="Page_277">[277]</a></span> +the temple down nearly or quite to my right +ear. It was still bleeding profusely, but +the blood matting with my hair, had begun +to coagulate and in the course of an +hour or more, during which I constantly +renewed the application of the cold water, +had practically ceased to flow. I bound my +head up, removed the remaining traces of +blood from my face and then, returning +cautiously to the green room, entered and +looked about me. The light from my own +room, and the gray signs of dawn without +enabled me to see that it was empty. There +was no silent figure crouching within, waiting +to deal me another deadly blow, nor had +I expected to find any. I took one look +about, seized my watch from the table and +fled. But, when I left that chamber of horrors, +and closed the door behind me, I knew +how Robert Ashton had come to his death.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 363px;"> +<img src="images/gg04.png" width="363" height="600" alt="I BOUND MY HEAD UP AND THEN, RETURNING CAUTIOUSLY TO THE +GREEN ROOM, ENTERED AND LOOKED ABOUT ME." title="" /> +<span class="caption">I BOUND MY HEAD UP AND THEN, RETURNING CAUTIOUSLY TO THE +GREEN ROOM, ENTERED AND LOOKED ABOUT ME.</span> +</div> + +<p>On returning again to my own room I +glanced hurriedly at my watch. It was +nearly six o'clock.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_278" id="Page_278">[278]</a></span></p> + +<p>The stimulation of the whiskey had by +this time begun to wear off, and I lay down +upon the bed to rest. Presently I fell +asleep, from pure exhaustion, and did not +awake until I was aroused by a tapping at +the door. I looked at my watch. It was +after ten o'clock, and the bright morning +sun was glistening upon the bare ground and +the trees without, brilliant in their coats of +frozen rain. One of the maids had brought +up my breakfast upon a tray, and I managed +to take it from her without exhibiting my +bound-up head and generally gory appearance. +The whole right shoulder and side +of the pajamas which I still wore were +caked with blood. I sent word to Major +Temple that I would join him shortly, and +requested the maid to inform him that, +should Sergeant McQuade arrive, he be +asked to postpone his final examination of +the green room until I had seen him. In +somewhat less than an hour I had managed +to get myself into fairly presentable con<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_279" id="Page_279">[279]</a></span>dition, +and with my head bound up in +towels that looked for all the world like +an Eastern turban, I slowly descended to +the main hall and entered the library.</p> + +<p>Major Temple was standing with his back +to the fire, talking earnestly with the detective, +who stood facing him. As the +former caught sight of my pale face and +bandaged head, he stopped speaking suddenly, +sprang forward and took my hand.</p> + +<p>"Good God, Mr. Morgan!" he cried, +"What's wrong with you?"</p> + +<p>I tottered unsteadily to a seat, and +laughed. "Nothing much, Sir," I replied. +"I had a bit of an accident last night and +got a nasty cut in the head. It's nothing +serious, however."</p> + +<p>"You look rather done up, Sir," said McQuade +as he examined me searchingly. +"Has Buddha been at work again? Major +Temple has just been telling me about his +dog. The thing is too deep for me. I've +handled many cases, but this one beats them<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_280" id="Page_280">[280]</a></span> +all for uncanniness, and downright mystery. +I wonder if the truth of the affair will ever +be known."</p> + +<p>"Yes," said I, shortly. "I know it."</p> + +<p>"You!" Both Major Temple and the +detective turned and looked at me as though +they could scarcely believe their ears.</p> + +<p>"I know how Robert Ashton was killed, +and I'm pretty sure I can explain the death +of the dog as well. In fact, you came very +near having a third mystery on your hands +this morning, Sergeant." I smiled grimly.</p> + +<p>"What do you mean?" asked the both of +them, together.</p> + +<p>"I slept in the green room last night," +I replied, "and the thing that did for poor +Ashton came very near doing for me as +well." As I spoke, I felt my wounded head +gently. "As it is, I fancy I will be all +right, after the doctor has put a few stitches +in my head, but it was a close call, I can +tell you."</p> + +<p>"You slept in the green room?" asked<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_281" id="Page_281">[281]</a></span> +Major Temple in amazement. "What in +the name of Heaven did you do that for?"</p> + +<p>"To find out what happened to Ashton, +and by the merest chance I did so. A little +more one way, and you would never have +known. And a little more the other," I +added, "and I probably never should."</p> + +<p>"Explain yourself, man," said the Major, +somewhat testily. "What happened? +Tell us about it, can't you?"</p> + +<p>"I can and will," I said, slowly, "but +not here. We must go there, before you can +fully understand."</p> + +<p>"Come on, then," said McQuade, and +they both started toward the door.</p> + +<p>At that moment Muriel came in, glancing +about, I felt, for me. She came toward +me, as I rose from my chair, with a happy +smile, which slowly faded away and was replaced +by a look of deepest concern as she +saw my bandaged head. "Why, Owen!" +It was almost the first time she had called +me by my Christian name and it made<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_282" id="Page_282">[282]</a></span> +me feel wildly happy in spite of the racking +pains in my head. "What on earth +is the matter? Are you hurt?" She came +up and took my hand, unmindful of the +presence of her father and the man from +Scotland Yard.</p> + +<p>"Not much," I managed to reply; +"just a nasty bit of a cut about the head. +I slept in the green room last night, +and, as I was just telling your father, +I managed to find out the secret of Mr. +Ashton's death, but I had rather a bad +quarter of an hour doing so." I smiled +ruefully and felt my turban to see if it was +on straight.</p> + +<p>"You—you slept in that room!" she +cried, turning a bit white. "Why—you—what +could you have been thinking of?"</p> + +<p>"Don't think about it," I said, patting +the hand she had placed upon my arm. +My realization of her concern, her love, her +fears, because of my possible danger, filled +me with joy. "We are just going there<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_283" id="Page_283">[283]</a></span> +now, and I hope to explain to all of you +just what happened. But I would not advise +you to use it as a guest chamber, in +future," I concluded with a slight laugh.</p> + +<p>The Major led the way, with Sergeant +McQuade at his heels. The little man +from Scotland Yard was all professional +eagerness. He felt, no doubt, that his reputation +as a detective had been brought into +question. He had worked on the case for +nearly a week and had succeeded only in +arresting a number of innocent persons, +while it was left for myself, a rank outsider, +to discover the solution of the mystery +which had so completely baffled himself +and his men. I could not help feeling +a secret sensation of satisfaction. The +Sergeant had acted very decently all +through, I had to admit, but I had not quite +forgiven Inspector Burns and himself for +the famous theory they had so carefully +constructed, which resulted in so much +suffering on Muriel's part, as well as a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_284" id="Page_284">[284]</a></span> +great deal of discomfort and unhappiness +upon my own.</p> + +<p>As we followed the others up the stairway, +she took my arm and pressed it gently, +and the look she gave me repaid me many +times over for all the horrors of the night +just past.</p> + +<p>McQuade took out his key as we reached +the door of the room, but I explained that +it was not locked, and that Major Temple +had opened it the night before with a duplicate +key. The pool of blood on the floor +of the hall, which had collected while I +lay there earlier in the morning, still gave +mute evidence of the experience through +which I had passed. Muriel shuddered as +she looked at it, but I hurriedly pushed open +the door, and bade the others enter. I had +no desire for further sympathy nor did I +wish to bring about any dramatic climax. +We all entered, the Major and Muriel +looking about fearsomely as though they +momentarily expected some unseen figure<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_285" id="Page_285">[285]</a></span> +to rise and confront them, weapon in hand. +When they had all got inside, I closed the +door and said: "The weapon that fractured +Mr. Ashton's skull has been in plain +view to everyone, ever since the morning +his death was discovered. There it is," I +continued, quietly, and pointed to the heavy +bronze chandelier which hung from the +ceiling close to the side of the bed.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_286" id="Page_286">[286]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XIV" id="CHAPTER_XIV"></a>CHAPTER XIV</h2> + +<h3>THE SECRET OF THE GREEN ROOM</h3> + + +<p>I do not know just what my auditors expected +in the way of an explanation of +the mystery when they followed me to +the green room—possibly some well-constructed +or finely drawn theory. When I +pointed to the chandelier, they all looked a +bit nonplused, and nobody said anything +for several moments. Then McQuade remarked, +in his quiet voice, with a shade of +comprehension in his tone and expression: +"How do you make that out, Sir?"</p> + +<p>The chandelier to which I had pointed +was an old-fashioned one, of the kind in +general use in the early fifties. It was, I +fancied, originally made for a room with a +somewhat higher ceiling. The ceilings in +the wings of The Oaks were unusually low,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_287" id="Page_287">[287]</a></span> +and the extreme lower end of the chandelier +extended to a point not much over six feet +from the floor. I judged this, because I +am myself five feet eleven, and I could +just pass beneath it without striking it. It +hung in the center of the room, and about +three feet from the side of the bed, which, +on account of its great size, extended far +out from the wall against which it was +placed. The chandelier was of dark +bronze or bronzed iron, and consisted of a +heavy central stem, from the lower end of +which extended four elaborately carved +branches, supported by heavy and useless +chains reaching to a large ball about midway +up the stem. Below the point from +which these four arms sprung was a sort +of circular bronze shield, or target, and +from the lower face of this, in the center, +projected an octagonal ornamental spike, +about two and a half inches long, terminating +in a sharp point. The whole thing was +ugly and heavy, and seemed in design more<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_288" id="Page_288">[288]</a></span> +suitable to a hall or library than a bedroom. +Almost directly beneath it, but somewhat +nearer to the side of the bed, stood the low +bench or stool, not over five inches high, +the use of which I have already mentioned. +I explained the tragedy to the detective and +the others as I knew it must have happened.</p> + +<p>"Last night," I said, "I was unable to +open either the window in the south or that +in the west wall, because of the driving +rain. The same conditions, as you will remember, +existed upon the fatal night which +Mr. Ashton spent here. For some reason, +which I hope to explain presently, we were +both nearly suffocated while asleep, and +rose suddenly in bed, with but one thought, +one desire, to get a breath of fresh air. The +window in the west wall, directly opposite +the bed, attracted us. In Mr. Ashton's +case, no doubt, the face of Li Min, peering +in from without, increased his terror. Like +myself, he sprang up and dashed toward the +window, placing his right foot, as I did,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_289" id="Page_289">[289]</a></span> +upon the low stool beside the bed. His +first dash forward and upward, to a standing +position, like my own, brought his head, +elevated by the height of the stool, in contact +with the spike upon the lower end of +the chandelier with great force. The spike +entered his head, fracturing the skull. He +was a taller and heavier man than myself, +and the force of the contact as he sprang +forward and upward must have been terrific. +In my case, owing to my having +jumped from the bed at a slightly different +point, I struck the spike only a glancing +blow, which was sufficient however to +render me unconscious for several minutes. +I fell to the floor, senseless, but in a short +time I struggled to my knees and managed, +by crawling painfully to the door, to escape +from the room. The interval, from the +time I first fell to the time I reached the +hall and again became unconscious, must +have been very short."</p> + +<p>"Why?" asked McQuade, who, like the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_290" id="Page_290">[290]</a></span> +others, followed my every word with intense +interest.</p> + +<p>"Because, had the time been very long, +I, like Mr. Ashton, should never have risen +at all. You would have found me here this +morning, as he was found."</p> + +<p>"But why?" asked Major Temple.</p> + +<p>For answer I took a box of wax tapers +from my pocket and lighted one. "Have +you ever heard of the Cave of Dogs, near +Naples?" I inquired.</p> + +<p>"Carbon dioxide," gasped the Major +with a look of comprehension.</p> + +<p>Sergeant McQuade looked blank, and I +saw that to him neither my question nor +the Major's answer had conveyed any definite +meaning. "Look," I cried, as I held +the match out before me, where it burned +with a bright, clear flame.</p> + +<p>McQuade's mystification increased. I +think he wondered if I were trying to play +some practical joke upon him. But, when +I slowly lowered the taper until it reached<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_291" id="Page_291">[291]</a></span> +a point a few inches above my knee, and +its flame faded away and then suddenly +went out, as though the match had been +plunged into a basin of water, his expression +slowly cleared, and he gave a significant +grunt. "Carbonic-acid gas," he said. "I +understand. But where does it come +from?"</p> + +<p>"That I do not know, at the moment," +I said, "but I think there should be no +great difficulty in finding out. This room +has been closed for a long time. Even +when Mr. Ashton came here, it was opened +for only a few moments. Neither he nor +I opened the windows, because of the rain, +as you know. Somehow, just how I cannot +say, a slow stream of carbonic-acid gas finds +its way into this room. It is the product of +combustion, as you of course know, and is +produced in large quantities by burning +coal. It may come through the register +from the furnace, or from some peculiar action +of partially slacked lime in the plaster<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_292" id="Page_292">[292]</a></span> +of the walls. Wherever it comes from, being +heavier than air, it slowly settles to the +floor, where it collects, becoming deeper +and deeper, just as water collects and +rises in a tank. Look." I tore a few +sheets from the magazine I had been reading +the night before, which still lay +upon the bed, and lighting them with another +match, extinguished the flame, but allowed +the smoke from the smoldering +paper to spread about the room. It slowly +sank until it rested upon the surface of the +heavy gas, like a layer of ice upon the surface +of a body of water. It showed the +carbon dioxide to be considerably over two +feet deep, and some six or eight inches below +the level of the top of the bed. I knew +it must have risen higher during the night, +as it was its deadly fumes, closing about +my pillow and beginning to enter my lungs, +that caused my troubled dreams, as well as, +ultimately, the feeling of suffocation which +had caused me to awake so suddenly. A<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_293" id="Page_293">[293]</a></span> +considerable portion of the gas had evidently +flowed out through the open door, +as I lay across the threshold, after my escape +from the room.</p> + +<p>"And that is what killed poor Boris," +said the Major, as he watched the eddying +whirls of smoke which settled and rested +upon the surface of the gas. "Exactly," I +said, "and probably Ashton as well. His +skull was fractured, it is true, but the +divisional surgeon at the inquest reported, +you may remember, that the fracture was +not sufficient of itself to have caused instant +death. It was ten minutes or more, I +should say, from the time I was first awakened +by Ashton's cry, until we finally broke +in the door and reached his side. By that +time he had suffocated. The gas, as no +doubt you know, is not a poisonous one, but +containing no oxygen which the lungs can +take up, acts very much the same as water +would if breathed into the lungs."</p> + +<p>Muriel looked at me with admiring eyes.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_294" id="Page_294">[294]</a></span> +I did not tell her that my father had intended +me to be, like himself, an engineer, +and that I had taken a pretty thorough +technical course before adopting art as a +profession. And, after all, the simple explanations +I had made were known to almost +every schoolboy with a little knowledge +of chemistry or physics.</p> + +<p>"I believe your explanation of Mr. Ashton's +death is the correct one, Mr. Morgan," +said McQuade, and he said it ungrudgingly. +"But how, after all, did the missing +emerald come to be found in the cake of +soap?"</p> + +<p>"Undoubtedly Ashton put it there," I +replied. "He realized the enormous value +of the thing and feared that some attempt +might be made to take it from him. His +hiding place for the jewel was certainly an +ingenious one, and you will remember that +you and your men searched the room +thoroughly on more than one occasion without +finding it."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_295" id="Page_295">[295]</a></span></p> + +<p>McQuade looked a bit sheepish at this. +He walked over to the chandelier and examined +its ugly-looking spike with deep interest. +It was stained with dried blood and +a few bits of hair still clung to it, but +whether Ashton's or my own, we could of +course not tell. There seemed nothing +further that we could do, and, as McQuade +said he intended going into Exeter immediately +after luncheon to make his report, +and have the authorities make an examination +into the cause of the collection of the +carbonic-acid gas in the room, as well as the +stains of blood, etc., upon the point of the +chandelier, I suggested that I accompany +him, as I wanted to get my wound dressed +without delay.</p> + +<p>We set out, about an hour later, with +Gibson and the high cart, and on the way +McQuade told me about his attempts to locate +the much sought emerald. It seems +that after two days of effort his men had +located the underground temple of Bud<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_296" id="Page_296">[296]</a></span>dha, +but, when they found it, it had been +stripped of all its decorations and was +merely an old cellar floored over. It appears +that the Chinamen, in taking us from +the house in Kingsgate street, had passed +through an areaway back of the house, and +thence through a gateway in the rear wall, +into a narrow court, along which they had +proceeded some distance. From here they +had entered the rear of a house facing upon +the adjoining street, to which the cellar belonged. +The house had been taken, but a +short time before, by a couple of Chinamen +who wished to use it as a dwelling. They +were seldom seen by the neighbors, and +visitors came and went at night, unnoticed +by the occupants of the neighboring houses. +They had all, however, completely disappeared, +and left hardly a trace of their presence. +No doubt by now the emerald +Buddha was far on its way toward the little +shrine in Ping Yang, carefully secreted +among the belongings of the old temple<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_297" id="Page_297">[297]</a></span> +priest. I felt a sort of secret satisfaction at +learning this, and I think Sergeant McQuade +did as well. Certainly it did not belong +in this part of the world, and its possession +could have brought nothing but +trouble and danger to all of us. I think +Major Temple was glad, as well, although +I never heard him mention the subject +of the jewel again. I fancy he felt to +some extent responsible for Ashton's death, +or at least for having sent him upon the +quest which ultimately resulted in it.</p> + +<p>I had six stitches taken in my head by +an excellent old doctor in town, who tried +his best to find out how I had come by such +a severe wound, but I refused to satisfy his +curiosity, and drove back with Gibson an +hour later, after saying good-by to the man +from Scotland Yard. He never, to my +knowledge visited The Oaks again, although +I received a letter from him later, +with reference to the investigation which +the authorities had made into the cause of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_298" id="Page_298">[298]</a></span> +the accumulation of the carbonic-acid gas +in the room which Ashton and myself had +successively occupied with such disastrous +results. It seems that the heating system +in the house had been installed by its former +occupant and owner, a native of Brazil, unused +to our cold English winters. It consisted +of a series of sheet iron pipes, leading +from a large furnace in the cellar. The +pipe which supplied the heat for the green +room, whether by accident or design, led +directly from the combustion chamber of +the furnace instead of from a hot-air chamber, +as was the case with the other pipes. +The consequence was that while the hot +air taken to the other rooms was pure air, +drawn from without and heated, that which +supplied the green room carried away from +the furnace great quantities of carbon dioxide, +produced in the combustion of the coal. +An old valve in the pipe showed that this +source of supply could be shut off when so +desired, and from this I judged that the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_299" id="Page_299">[299]</a></span> +owner of the house may have had the piping +intentionally so constructed, with the idea +of putting out of the way some undesirable +friends or relatives. That such was actually +the case seemed borne out by the rumors of +at least two sudden and mysterious deaths +which were known to have occurred in the +house. Major Temple, owing to his long +residence in India and the East could not +endure a cold house, and the presence of +this heating plant had been one of the reasons +which had governed him in leasing the +house for the winter. As far as I was concerned, +I had not noticed the register in the +wall at all, during the night I slept in the +room, having forgotten its existence. I +presume it had been turned on by Mr. Ashton. +Had I noticed it, I should certainly +have turned it off, as I particularly dislike +to sleep in a heated room.</p> + +<p>I reached the house about four o'clock +and found Muriel awaiting my return in +the library. Her father, she told me, had<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_300" id="Page_300">[300]</a></span> +gone off for a walk. We had a great deal +to say to each other, and it took us till dinner +to say it, but I have an idea that it would +not interest the reader particularly. We had +a lively party at dinner, and the Major got +out some special vintage champagne to celebrate +our engagement and drink to our future +happiness. It was late before I turned +in, and I did not, you may be sure, sleep +in the green room. The next day, I set +out for Torquay by rail, to explain to my +mother my long delay in arriving, and to +tell her about Muriel. With my departure +from The Oaks the story of the emerald +Buddha, and the memorable week it caused +me, is ended, but the blessings that came +to me through it I had only begun to appreciate. +I have not become a Buddhist, +yet I confess that I never see a statue of +that deity but I bend my head before his +benign and inscrutable face, and render up +thanks for the great blessings he has +showered upon me. It has now been three<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_301" id="Page_301">[301]</a></span> +years since Muriel and I were married, and +they have been three years of almost perfect +happiness. We think of making a trip to +China, some of these days, and, if we do, +we have concluded to make a special pilgrimage +to Ping Yang, and place upon the +altar of Buddha the most beautiful bunch +of flowers that money can buy, as a little +offering and testimonial of our appreciation +of what he has done for us.</p> + + + +<div class="bbox"> +<p><b>Transcriber's Note</b></p> + +<p>Punctuation has been standardised.</p> + +<p>Page 54, "it's" changed to "its" (that its presence)</p> + +<p>Page 58, "Sergean" changed to "Sergeant" (Sergeant McQuade looked)</p> + +<p>Illustration following Page 276, "GREEN-ROOM" changed to "GREEN ROOM" +(TO THE GREEN ROOM)</p> + +<p>The "s" in "street" following a proper noun is sometimes with an +initial capital and sometimes with lower case.</p> +</div> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Green God, by Frederic Arnold Kummer + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE GREEN GOD *** + +***** This file should be named 33019-h.htm or 33019-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/3/3/0/1/33019/ + +Produced by Suzanne Shell, Sharon Verougstraete and the +Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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