The Diamond Pin

  CHAPTER IV

  TIMKEN AND HIS INQUIRIES

  "You must be out of your mind, Mr. Hughes," said Bannard; but, as amatter of fact, he looked more as if he himself were demented. His facewore a wild, frightened expression, and his fingers twitched nervously,as he picked at the edge of his coat. "Of course, I haven't been up hereto-day, before I came this evening. That _New York Herald_ was never inmy possession. Because I live in New York City, I'm not the only one whoreads the 'Herald.'"

  "But your aunt subscribed only to _The Times_. Where did that 'Herald'come from?"

  "I'm sure I don't know. It must have been left here by somebody--Isuppose----"

  "And this half-burnt cigarette, of the same brand as those you have inyour pocket case?"

  "Other men smoke those, too, I assume."

  "Well, then, the check, which this stub shows to have been drawn to-dayto you. Where is that?"

  "Not in my possession. If my aunt made that out to me it was doubtlessfor a present and she may have sent it to me in a letter; in which caseit will reach my city address to-morrow morning, or she may have put itsomewhere up here for safe keeping.

  "All most unlikely," said Mr. Chapin, shaking his head. "Did Mrs. Pellsend any letters to the post-office to-day, does any one know?"

  Campbell was called, and he said that his mistress had given him anumber of letters to mail when he took Miss Clyde to church thatmorning.

  "Was one of them directed to Mr. Bannard," asked Hughes.

  "How should I know?" said the chauffeur, turning red.

  "Oh, it's no crime to glance at the addresses on envelopes," saidHughes, encouragingly. "Curiosity may not be an admirable trait, but itisn't against the law. And it will help us a lot if you can answer myquestion."

  "Then, no, sir, there wasn't," and Campbell looked ashamed but positive.

  "And there was no other chance for Mrs. Pell to mail a letter to-day?"went on Hughes.

  "No, sir; none of us has been to the village since, and the post-officecloses at noon on Sunday anyhow."

  "All that proves nothing," said Bannard, impatiently. "If my aunt drewthat check to me it is probably still in this room somewhere, and if notit is quite likely she destroyed it, in a sudden change of mind. She hasdone that before, in my very presence. You know, Mr. Chapin, howuncertain her decisions are."

  "That's true," the lawyer agreed, "I've drawn up papers for her often,only to have her tear them up before my very eyes, and demand a documentof exactly opposite intent."

  "So, you see," insisted Bannard, who had regained his composure, "thatcheck means nothing, the New York newspaper is not incriminating and thecigarette is not enough to prove my guilty presence at the time of thiscrime. Unless the police force of Berrien can do better than that, Isuggest getting a worthwhile detective from the city."

  Hughes looked angrily at the speaker, but said nothing.

  "That is not a bad suggestion," said Chapin. "This is a big crime and amost mysterious one. It involves the large fortune of Mrs. Pell, which,I happen to know, was mostly invested in jewels. These gems she has sosecretly and securely hidden that even I have not the remotest ideawhere they are. Is it not conceivable that they were in that wall-safe,and have been stolen by the murderer?"

  "Good Lord!" exclaimed Hughes. "I didn't know she kept her fortunehere!"

  "Nor do I know it," returned Chapin. "But, doubtless, something of valuewas in that safe, now empty, and I only surmise that it may have beenher great collection of precious stones."

  "Have you her will?" asked Bannard, abruptly.

  "Yes, her latest one," replied Chapin. "You know she made a new one onthe average of once a month or so."

  "Who inherits?"

  "I don't know. A box, bequeathed to Miss Clyde and a--something similarto you, probably contain her principal bequests. This house, however,she has left to another relative, and there are other bequests. I do notdeny the will is that of an eccentric woman, as will be shown at itsreading, in due time."

  "That's all right," broke in the coroner, "but what I'm interested in iscatching the murderer."

  "And solving the mystery of his getting in," supplemented Hughes.

  "She might have let him in," assumed Timken.

  "All right, but how did he get out?"

  "That's the mystery," mused Chapin. "I can see no light on thatquestion, whatever, can you, Winston?"

  "No," said Bannard, shortly. "There's no secret entrance to this room,of that I'm positive. And with the windows barred, and those people atthe door, as it was broken open, there seems no explanation."

  "Oh, pshaw," said Timken, "that's all for future consideration. The ladycouldn't have killed herself. Somebody got in and the same somebody gotout. It's up to the detectives to find out how. If a human being coulddo it, and did do it, another human being can find out how. But let usget at the possible criminal. Motive is the first consideration."

  "The heirs are always looked upon as having motive," said Lawyer Chapin,"but, in this case, I feel sure the principal heirs are Miss Clyde andMr. Bannard, and I cannot suspect either of them."

  "Iris--ridiculous!" exclaimed Bannard. "For Heaven's sake, don't dragher name in!"

  "Where is Miss Clyde's bedroom?" asked Hughes, suddenly.

  "Directly above this room," returned Bannard. "Are you going to suggestthat she came down here by a concealed staircase, and maltreated heraunt in this ferocious manner? Mr. Hughes, do confine yourself totheories that at least have a slight claim to common sense!"

  And yet, when the coroner held his inquest next day, more than one wholistened to the evidence leaned toward the suggestion of Iris Clyde'spossible connection with the crime.

  The girl's own manner was against her, or rather against her chance ofgaining the sympathies of the audience.

  The inquest was held in Pellbrook. The big living room was filled withinterested listeners, who also crowded the hall, and drifted into thedining room. The room where Mrs. Pell had died was closed to all, butcuriosity-seekers hovered around it outside, and inspected the steelprotected windows, and discoursed wisely of secret passages andconcealed exits.

  As the one known to have last spoken with her aunt, Iris was closelyquestioned. But her replies were of no help in getting at the truth. Sheadmitted that she and her aunt quarreled often, and agreed that that wasthe real reason she had decided to go to New York to live.

  But her answers were curt, even angry at times, and her manner washaughty and resentful.

  Great emphasis was laid by the coroner on the tenor of the last wordsthat passed between Iris and her aunt.

  The girl admitted that they were quarrelsome words, but declared she didnot remember exactly what had been said.

  Something in the expression of the maid, Agnes, caught the eye of thecoroner, and he suddenly turned to her, saying, "Did you overhear thisconversation?"

  Taken aback by the unexpected question, Agnes stammered, "Yes, sir, Idid."

  "Where were you?"

  "In the dining room, clearing the table."

  "Where was Miss Clyde?"

  "In the hall, just about to go upstairs."

  "And Mrs. Pell?"

  "In the hall, by the living-room door."

  "Why were they in the hall?"

  "Mr. and Mrs. Bowen had just left, and the ladies had said good-bye tothem at the front door, and then they stood talking to each other a fewmoments."

  "What were they talking about?"

  Agnes hesitated, but on further insistence of the coroner she said,"Miss Iris was complaining to Mrs. Pell about her habit of playingtricks."

  "Was Miss Clyde angry at her aunt?"

  "She sounded so."

  "Certainly I was," broke in Iris. "I had stood that foolishness just aslong as I could----"

  "You are not the witness, for the moment, Miss Clyde," said the coroner,severely. "Agnes, what did Mrs. Pell say to her niece in response toher chiding?"

  "She only laughed, and said that Miss Iris looked like
a circus clown."

  "Then what did Miss Clyde say?"

  "She said that Mrs. Pell was a fiend in human shape and that she hatedher. Then she ran upstairs and went into her own room and slammed thedoor."

  "Have you any reason to think, Agnes, that there is any secret mode ofconnection between Mrs. Pell's sitting room and Miss Clyde's bedroom,directly above it?"

  "Why, no, sir, I never heard of such a thing."

  "Absurd!" broke in Winston Bannard, "utterly absurd. If there were sucha thing, it could certainly be discovered by your expert detectives."

  "There isn't any," declared Hughes, positively. "I've sounded the wallsand examined the floor and ceiling, and there's not a chance of it. Theway the murderer got out of that locked room is a profound mystery, butit won't be solved by means of a secret entrance."

  "Yet what other possibility can be suggested?" went on Timken,thoughtfully. "And the connection needn't be directly with Miss Clyde'sroom. Suppose there is a sliding wall panel, or an exit to the cellar,in some way."

  "But there isn't," insisted Hughes. "I'm not altogether ignorant ofarchitecture, and there is no such thing in any part of that room.Moreover, how could any outsider come to the house, get in, and get intothat room, without any member of the household seeing his approach? Thetwo women servants were in the house, but Campbell, the chauffeur, andPurdy, the gardener, were out of doors, and could have seen anyone whocame in at the gate."

  "Might not the intruder have entered while the family was at dinner, andconcealed himself in Mrs. Pell's sitting room, until she went in thereafter dinner?"

  "Possibly," agreed Hughes, "but, in that case, how did the intruder getout?"

  And that was the sticking-point with every theory. No one could think ofor imagine any way to account for the exit of the criminal. Mrs. Pellhad undoubtedly been murdered. Her injuries were not self-inflicted. Shehad been brutally maltreated by a strong, angry person, before the finalblow had killed her. The overturned table, and the ransacked room, theempty pocket-book and handbag were the work of a desperate thief, and itreally seemed absurd to connect the name of Iris Clyde with suchconditions. More plausible was the theory of Bannard's guilt, but,again, how did he get away?

  "There is a possibility of locking a door from the outside," saidCoroner Timken.

  "I've thought of that," returned Hughes, "but it wasn't done in thiscase. I've tried to lock that door from outside, with a pair of nippers,and the lock is such that it can't be done. And, too, Polly heard Mrs.Pell's screams at the moment of her murder--the criminal couldn't haverun out, and locked the door outside, and gone through this room withouthaving been seen by someone. You were in the dining room, Polly?"

  "Yes, sir, and I ran right in here; there was no time for anybody to getaway without my seeing him."

  The facts, as testified to, were so clear cut and definite, that thereseemed little to probe into. It was a deadlock. Mrs. Pell had beenrobbed and murdered. Apparently there was no way in which this couldhave been done, and yet it had been done. The two who could be said tohave a motive were Iris Clyde and Winston Bannard. It might even be saidthat they had opportunity, yet it was clearly shown that they could nothave escaped unseen.

  Bannard was further questioned as to his movements on Sunday.

  He declared that he had risen late, and had gone for a bicycle ride, arecreation of which he was fond.

  "Where did you ride?" asked Timken.

  "Up Broadway and on along its continuation as far as Red Fox Inn."

  "That's about half way up here!"

  "I know it. I stopped there for luncheon, about noon, and after that Ireturned to New York."

  "You lunched at the Inn at noon?"

  "Shortly after twelve, I think it was. The Inn people will verify this."

  "They know you?"

  "Not personally, but doubtless the waiter who served me will remember mypresence."

  "And, after luncheon, you returned to the city?"

  "I did."

  "Reaching your home at what time?"

  "Oh, I didn't go to my rooms until about twilight. It was a lovely day,and I came home slowly, stopping here and there when I passed a bit ofwoods or a pleasant spot to rest. I often spend a day in the open."

  "You had your newspaper with you?"

  "I did."

  "What one?"

  "The 'Herald.'" But even as Bannard said the words, he caught himself,and looked positively frightened.

  "Ah, yes. There is even now a 'Herald' of yesterday's date in Mrs.Pell's sitting room."

  "But that isn't mine. That--that one isn't unfolded--I mean, it hasn'tbeen unfolded. You can see that by its condition. Mine, I read through,and refolded it untidily, even inside out."

  "Fine talk!" said Timken, with a slight sneer. "But it doesn't get youanywhere. That New York paper, that cigarette end, and that check stubseem to me to need pretty strict accounting for. Your explanations areglib, but a little thin. I don't see how you got out of the room, orMiss Clyde either; but that consideration would apply equally to anyother intruder. And we have no other direction in which to look for theperson who robbed Mrs. Pell."

  "Leave Miss Clyde's name out," said Bannard, shortly. "If you want tosuspect me, go ahead, but it's too absurd to fasten it on a woman."

  "Perhaps you both know more than you've told----"

  "I don't!" declared Iris, her eyes snapping at the implication. "I wasangry at my aunt. I've told you the truth about that, but I didn't killher. Nor did her nephew. Because we are her probable heirs does not meanthat we're her murderers!"

  "Your protestation doesn't carry much weight," said Timken, coldly."We're after proofs, and we'll get them yet. Mr. Bowen, will you takethe stand?"

  The rector somewhat ponderously acquiesced, and the coroner put somequestions to him, which like the preceding queries brought little newlight on the mystery.

  But one statement roused a slight wave of suspicion toward Iris Clyde.This was the assertion that Mrs. Pell had said she would call her lawyerto her the next day, to change her will.

  "With what intent?" asked Timken.

  "She promised that she would have all her jewels set into a chalice, andpresent it to me for my church."

  "Oh, she didn't mean that, Mr. Bowen," Iris exclaimed.

  "Why didn't she? She said it, and I have no reason to think she was notsincere."

  "She may have meant it when she said it," put in Lawyer Chapin, "but shewas likely to change her mind before she changed her will."

  "That's mere supposition on your part," objected Mr. Bowen.

  "But I know my late client better than you do. She changed her willfrequently, but her fortune was always left to her relatives, not to anyinstitution or charity."

  "She said that she had never thought of it before," Mr. Bowen related,"but that she considered it a fine idea."

  "Oh, then you proposed it?" said Timken.

  "Yes, I did," replied the clergyman, "I suggested it half jestingly, butwhen Mrs. Pell acquiesced with evident gladness, I certainly hoped shewould put at least part of her fortune into such a good cause."

  "You heard this discussion, Miss Clyde?" asked the coroner.

  "Of course I did; it occurred at the dinner table."

  "And were you not afraid your aunt would make good her promise?"

  "She didn't really promise----"

  "Afraid then that she would carry out the minister's suggestion."

  "I didn't really think much about it. If you mean, did I kill her toprevent such a possibility, I answer I certainly did not!"

  And so the futile inquiry went on. Nobody could offer any evidence thatpointed toward a solution of the mysterious murder. Nobody could fastenthe crime on anyone, or even hint a suggestion of which way to look forthe criminal.

  Sam Torrey, a brother of Agnes, the maid, testified that he had seen astrange man prowling round the Pell house Sunday morning, but as the ladwas reputed to be of a defective mind, and as the tragedy occurred onSunday afte
rnoon, little attention was paid to him.

  Roger Downing, a young man of the village, said he saw a stranger nearPellbrook about noon. But this, too, meant nothing.

  No testimony mentioned a stranger or any intruder near the Pell place inthe afternoon. The Bowens had left the house at about three, and Pollyheard her mistress scream less than half an hour later. No one could fixthe time exactly, but it was assumed to be about twenty or twenty-fiveminutes past the hour.

  This meant, the coroner pointed out, that the murderer acted rapidly;for to upset the room as he had done, while the mistress of the housewas bound and gagged, watching him; then afterward--as Timkenreconstructed the crime--to torture the poor woman in his efforts tofind the jewels or whatever he was after; and then, in a final frenzy ofhatred, to dash her to the floor and kill her by knocking her head onthe point of the fender, all meant the desperate, speedy work of adouble-dyed villain. As to his immediate disappearance, which took placebetween the time when he dashed her to the floor and when Purdy broke inthe door, the coroner was unable to offer any explanation whatever.