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Only once did the line cross such a place as that described by Ooma, and a bruised and battered corpse was taken out of the boulder-strewn stream beneath the viaduct. Meanwhile Winter, writing from Brett's dictation, drew up a complete statement of all the facts retailed by the Japanese in relation to the murders of Sir Alan Hume-Frazer and the unfortunate Italian.
"I can form no opinion. I only wish Ooma was in gaol. For once, Winter, I appreciate the strength of your handcuffing policy." It was almost dark by the time they reached the lodge gates. Brett, moved by impulse, stopped the carriage in the main road. The others alighted after him. Mrs. Crowe, the lodge-keeper's wife, opened the gates, and evidently wondered why the carriage did not enter.
The b butler says we are all to 'ave a 'oliday next week." "Is there no way in which I can find out where your mistress is at this moment? I must see her. My business is important. It cannot wait. It is of the utmost importance to her." Brett, straining without like a hound in the leash, could note a slight accentuation in the perfect English spoken by Ooma.
Brett had gone thus far in his spoken commentary on the affair as it now presented itself to his mind when Winter asked: "Why do you say 'recognised' him, Mr. Brett? We have no evidence that Sir Alan had ever seen Ooma?" "What, none? Search through your memory. Did not the stationmaster see a third David Hume leave the station that day when the movements of only two are known to us.
By this time several men, not alone house servants, but gardeners, grooms, and others, had gathered on the lawn. "Send away that slave," cried Ooma impatiently, "and tell those others to go to their kennels. This is no place for such." Brett knew that the Japanese was in truth about to die.
He said they might watch him and get him sent back to Japan, where he belongs to a political palty who are always beheaded when they are caught. So when you come, I think, 'Hello, he wants to find Ooma! I lite Ooma a letter, and he lite me to send Mrs. Jilo, dlessed in man's clothes, to tell him evelything. I did that to save my fliend." "Have you Ooma's letter?" "Yes; hele it is."
I just said 'Ooma dead; Capella reported seriously ill. Remain in Whitby. I will join you to-morrow evening. That, I thought, was enough for a start." It certainly was. Soon there came excited messages from both Margaret and Helen demanding more details, whereupon Brett, who knew that suspense was more unbearable than full knowledge, sent a fairly complete account of occurrences.
Would he have ordered things differently had he possessed the power? He never knew. It was a question he refused to discuss with Winter long after everybody was comfortably married or buried, as the case might be. To divide labour and responsibility, he apportioned Ooma and his surroundings to Winter, Capella to Holden. The strict supervision maintained over the Jiro family was relaxed.
"But I do happen to know most of the private inquiry agents in London, and one of 'em is going strong in Middle Street. He's watching Mr. Ooma for all he's worth." "Mr. Whom-a?" "I'm not joking, Mr. Brett. That is the name of the mysterious gent in No. 37 Ooma, no initials.
The Japanese jumped back and made for the door, but it opened in his face, and David entered the room. Behind him was Holden, who made no secret of the fact that he carried a revolver. Ooma caught the astounded man-servant by the waist, lifted him as though he were a truss of straw, and threw him bodily at Robert Frazer and Winter, bringing both to the ground by this singular weapon.
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