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This woman lived in the Fifty-eighth street flat, where Corbut was murdered. "Jones divided his time between them. He really loved this one and wished to be rid of the other. "His true wife surprised his secret at last, and it led her to her death. "That night after the murder the plan was formed by which this woman was to personate the other.
"All right; so much for Corbut. Now for the two men. Would you know them?" "Not the man in room A. I didn't notice him particularly." "But how about the man who came out of this room? He's the one we're after." "I would know him," said Gaspard, slowly. "Yes; I feel sure that I could identify him." "That's good. Now for the crime itself. Go back to the desk and ring for a messenger.
The driver, Harrigan, testified to taking him and another man to a point on West Fifty-seventh street. He was not sure of the exact spot, but he fixed the locality in a general way. "From that point all trace of Corbut was lost for a time. At last his body was found. "I succeeded in tracing the body back to a place near the spot where Harrigan last saw Corbut alive.
"And how about the cabman's story of the man who engaged the cab?" "The cabman's a liar. That's plain enough." "I'm afraid he is. Now, Mr. Hammond, could either Corbut or this man Gaspard have got into room B without your knowing it?" "Easily. Great heavens, I never thought of that! One of them may be the murderer!" Gaspard, at these words, turned as white as a sheet.
"To their flat," Nick continued, "as I have every reason to believe, Corbut was taken by Jones on that night, and there he was murdered and his body cut in two. "It was placed in the trunks. Jones intended, probably, to remove it next day, but his arrest prevented. "Of course it was necessary to get the body out of the way very soon. But Jones was too closely watched.
The suspicion must instantly arise that a plot had been carefully laid, with the purpose of putting the crime upon Jones. Some enemy had signed his name on the register, and the same cruel wretch had decoyed Corbut to the vacant flat and murdered him there. It was easy to suppose that the criminal knew the flat to be empty and had obtained a key.
Carter," said the superintendent. "Wait a moment!" It was the woman's voice. She spoke calmly, and looked straight into Nick's face. "You have made one grave error," she said. "It was not John who killed that woman; it was I. "She tried to shoot him, and I wrenched the pistol from her hand. I shot her dead. "The plot was all mine. It was I who bribed Corbut. It was I who killed him.
The woman was alone." "There might have been somebody else in the room." "No; our waiter told us that the party consisted of only two." "You mean Corbut?" "I believe that's his name the fellow who disappeared." "How do you account for his disappearance?" "I don't; but perhaps he was afraid of being mixed up in the affair.
"I signed the first name that came into my head, and then Corbut showed us into the private dining-room. "I ordered a dinner, but before it was served, I began to be a good deal surprised at my companion's behavior. She paced up and down the room, and every now and then she listened at the door which was between us and room A.
"What sort of a man is this Corbut?" "A little man," answered Gaspard, "and very thin. He has long, black hair, and mustaches pointed like two needles." "Have you sent him out for anything?" "Oh, no; he is here." "Where?" "In one of the rooms at the front. We have parties in A and B." "You go and find him," said Nick. "I want to see him right away." Gaspard went to the front of the house.
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