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Parrish's instructions, this allowance will be paid from the dividends on a percentage of his holdings in Hornaway's under the new scheme. I have not yet had an opportunity of looking further into Mr. Parrish's affairs in the light of the information which Mr.
"I found this on the carpet beside Parrish's body," he said. "Look, it's exactly the same paper ..." Behind the tortoise-shell spectacles the big man's eyes narrowed down to pin-points as he caught sight of the sheet which Robin unfolded and its series of slits. "Aha!" he cried and his voice rang out clear through the room "the grill, eh? Well, well, to think of that!"
Lady Margaret had risen and stood, one arm about her daughter, on the Persian rug spread out before the cheerful fire. So the women stood in the firelight in Hartley Parrish's house, surrounded by all the treasures which his wealth had bought, and listened to the footsteps clattering away through the silence. Harkings was not a large house.
Then Robin told him of the experiment in the library, of the open window and of the bullet mark he had discovered in the rosery. "What I want to know," he said, "and what I am determined to find out beyond any possible doubt, is whether the bullet found in Hartley Parrish's body was fired from his pistol.
On it was a large brass lamp which cast a brilliant circle of light upon the broad flat top of the desk with its orderly array of letter-trays, its handsome silver-edged blotter and silver and tortoise-shell writing appurtenances. By the light of this lamp Dr. Romain, looking from the doorway, saw that Hartley Parrish's chair was vacant, pushed back a little way from the desk.
When not on duty, either at St. James's Square, Harkings, or Hartley Parrish's palatial offices in Broad Street, he was to be found at one of those immense and gloomy clubs of indiscriminate membership which are dotted about the parish of St. James's, S.W., and to which Mr. Jeekes was in the habit of referring in Early-Victorian accents of respect.
Romain, waiting in the corridor, heard the key turn in the lock of the library door. The door was flung open. Horace Trevert stood there, silhouetted in a dull glow of light from the room. He was pointing to the open window, beneath which Hartley Parrish lay on his back motionless. Hartley Parrish's library was a splendid room, square in shape, lofty and well proportioned.
There will not be occasion, I fancy, my lady, to probe any farther into the motives of Mr. Parrish's action...." "And are you personally satisfied" Mary's voice broke in clear and unimpassioned "are you personally satisfied, Mr. Manderton, that Mr. Parrish shot himself?" The detective cast an appealing glance at the tips of his well-burnished boots. "Yes, Miss, I think I may say I am...."
The Inspector acquiesced. Dr. Redstone drew him aside for a whispered colloquy. The Inspector came back to Robin and Horace. "The doctor would like to have the body taken upstairs to Mr. Parrish's room," he said. "He wishes to make a more detailed examination if Dr. Romain would help him. If one of you gentlemen could give orders about this ... I have two officers outside who would lend a hand.
Parrish spent the afternoon, as he had spent the morning, over papers in connection with the business of Hornaway's in which he was interested is not correct. Mr. Archer, one of Mr. Parrish's secretaries who brought down a number of papers and letters for Mr. Parrish to sign in the morning, states that as far as Hornaway's or any other office business was concerned, Mr.
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