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He did not try to open the gate; he climbed it, and so disappeared from sight into the alley. For a moment I considered. These were odd actions, surely; but was it my place to interfere? I remembered the cold stare in the eyes of Captain Fraser-Freer when I presented that letter. I saw him standing motionless in his murky study, as amiable as a statue. Would he welcome an intrusion from me now?
To-day, the first of August dawned, and still all was quiet. Indeed, it was not until this evening that further developments in the sudden death of Captain Fraser-Freer arrived to disturb me. These developments are strange ones surely, and I shall hasten to relate them. I dined to-night at a little place in Soho.
Lieutenant Fraser-Freer was plainly amazed. On the face of Colonel Hughes I saw what struck me as an open sneer. "Go on, Countess," he smiled. She shrugged her shoulders and turned toward him a disdainful back. Her eyes were all for Bray. "It's very brief, the story," she said hastily I thought almost apologetically. "I had known the captain in Rangoon.
"And finally," said I to the inspector, "the last message of all, in the issue of the thirtieth of July on sale in the streets some twelve hours before Fraser-Freer was murdered. See!" "RANGOON: To-night at ten. Regent Street. Bray was silent. "I take it you are aware, Inspector," I said, "that for the past two years Captain Fraser-Freer was stationed at Rangoon."
To-day, shut up in my rooms, I was also planning. And yet now, when I sit down to write, I am still confused; still at a loss where to begin and what to say, once I have begun. At the close of my last letter I confessed to you that it was I who murdered Captain Fraser-Freer. That is the truth. Soften the blow as I may, it all comes down to that. The bitter truth!
I recognized the weapon in her hands. "The police," she went on, "do not yet know that the letter of introduction you brought to the captain was signed by a man who addressed Fraser-Freer as Dear Cousin, but who is completely unknown to the family. Once that information reaches Scotland Yard, your chance of escaping arrest is slim.
And Colonel Hughes threw down upon the inspector's desk the knife from India that I had last seen in the study of Captain Fraser-Freer. "All these points of evidence were in my hands yesterday morning in this room," Hughes went on. "Still, the answer they gave me was so unbelievable, so astounding, I was not satisfied; I wanted even stronger proof.
He happened to be having tea there for the reason that ever since the arrival of this lady in London, at the request of er friends in India, I have been keeping track of her every move; just as I kept watch over your late brother, the captain." Without a word Lieutenant Fraser-Freer dropped into a chair and buried his face in his hands. "I'm sorry, my son," said Hughes. "Really, I am.
The dim beginnings of the plot were in my mind when I wrote that first letter, suggesting that all was not regular in the matter of Archie's note of introduction. Before I wrote my second, I knew that nothing but the death of Fraser-Freer would do me. I recalled that Indian knife I had seen upon his desk, and from that moment he was doomed.
The colonel got up and walked to the window; then turned and continued: "Captain Fraser-Freer and Von der Herts were completely unknown to each other. The mails were barred as a means of communication; but Fraser-Freer knew that in some way word from the master would reach him, and he had had a tip to watch the personal column of the Daily Mail.
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