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Antony shrugged his shoulders. "Whoever did this," he said, pointing to the man on the floor. "Is he dead?" "Help me," said Cayley simply. They turned the body on to its back, nerving themselves to look at it. Robert Ablett had been shot between the eyes.
They announced that the deceased had died as the result of a bullet-wound, and that the bullet had been fired by his brother Mark Ablett. Bill turned round to Antony at his side. But Antony was gone. Across the room he saw Andrew Amos and Parsons going out of the door together, and Antony was between them. Beverley is Tactful
And, coming across it on his way to the sporting page, Bill would have been surprised. For he had thought that, if anybody, it was Cayley. To the girl it was neither. She was often amused by her mother's ways; sometimes ashamed of them; sometimes distressed by them. The Mark Ablett affair had seemed to her particularly distressing, for Mark was so obviously in league with her mother against her.
The Coroner, having made a few commonplace remarks as to the terrible nature of the tragedy which they had come to investigate that afternoon, proceeded to outline the case to the jury. Witnesses would be called to identify the deceased as Robert Ablett, the brother of the owner of the Red House, Mark Ablett.
Within two minutes of Mark Ablett's entrance, as would be shown in the evidence, a shot was heard, and when perhaps five minutes later the room was forced open, the dead body of Robert Ablett was found stretched upon the floor.
It had been market-day at Stanton and the station had been more full of arrivals than usual. Nobody had particularly noticed the arrival of Robert Ablett; there had been a good many passengers by the 2.10 train that afternoon, the train by which Robert had undoubtedly come from London.
As regards Mark Ablett, nobody had seen him from the moment of his going into the room, but evidence would be called to show that he had enough money on him at the time to take him to any other part of the country, and that a man answering to his description had been observed on the platform of Stanton station, apparently waiting to catch the 3.55 up train to London.
His Christian name was Ablett, and he was both a fisherman and a yacht hand. Mr. Durrant was a market gardener and fruiterer in Lowestoft, and his sons carry on the same business in three shops in Lowestoft now. One of them remembers FitzGerald as a visitor and "a queer old chap," and that's all he knows about him. I do not think Posh troubled himself much about the accounts.
Whether Mark Ablett was a bore or not depended on the point of view, but it may be said at once that he never bored his company on the subject of his early life. However, stories get about. There is always somebody who knows. It was understood and this, anyhow, on Mark's own authority that his father had been a country clergyman.
"I asked him who it was, and he said that it was Robert Ablett. Then he explained that he was afraid at first it was the cousin with whom he lived Mark." "Yes. Did he seem upset?" "Very much so at first. Less when he found that it wasn't Mark."
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