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Updated: June 5, 2025
"I'm really sorry I had to interrupt you as I did; but I most awfully wanted you to know that you owe me a Homburg hat." He went closer to the detective. "You see, I have won that wager. I have found the man who murdered Captain Fraser-Freer." Curiously enough, Bray said nothing. He sat down at his desk and idly glanced through the pile of mail that lay upon it.
For a long time, on the Saturday morning of its receipt, she sat in her room puzzling over the mystery of the house in Adelphi Terrace. When first she had heard that Captain Fraser-Freer, of the Indian Army, was dead of a knife wound over the heart, the news had shocked her like that of the loss of some old and dear friend.
"He" she said at last, nodding in the direction of Colonel Hughes "he got it out of me how, I don't know." "Got what out of you?" Bray's little eyes were blinking. "At six-thirty o'clock last Thursday evening," said the woman, "I went to the rooms of Captain Fraser-Freer, in Adelphi Terrace. An argument arose.
I assured him that it was. The boy's face was drawn and haggard; there was terrible suffering in his eyes, yet about him hung, like a halo, the glory of a great resolution. "May I present my father?" he said. "General Fraser-Freer, retired. We have come on a matter of supreme importance " The old man muttered something I could not catch.
Gaining my study, I sat down at once to write. Over my head I could hear Captain Fraser-Freer moving about attiring himself, probably, for dinner. I was thinking, with an amused smile, how horrified he would be if he knew that the crude American below him had dined at the impossible hour of six, when suddenly I heard, in that room above me, some stranger talking in a harsh determined tone.
Remembering that in England the way of the intruder is hard, I ordered Walters to go first. He stepped into the room, where the gas flickered feebly in an aged chandelier. "My God, sir!" said Walters, a servant even now. And at last I write that sentence: Captain Fraser-Freer of the Indian Army lay dead on the floor, a smile that was almost a sneer on his handsome English face!
Fraser-Freer, not wanting you entangled in his plans, eliminated you by denying the existence of this cousin the truth, of course." "Why," I asked, "did the countess call on me to demand that I alter my testimony?" "Bray sent her. He had rifled Fraser-Freer's desk and he held that letter from Enwright. He was most anxious to fix the guilt upon the young lieutenant's head.
"Who are you?" demanded the inspector rather rudely, I thought. "It's the captain's brother, sir," put in Walters. "Lieutenant Norman Fraser-Freer, of the Royal Fusiliers." There fell a silence. "A great calamity, sir " began Walters to the boy. I have rarely seen any one so overcome as young Fraser-Freer.
"Captain Fraser-Freer got in rather a mess in India and failed of promotion. It was suspected that he was discontented, soured on the Service; and the Countess Sophie de Graf was set to beguile him with her charms, to kill his loyalty and win him over to her crowd. "It was thought she had succeeded the Wilhelmstrasse thought so we at the War Office thought so, as long as he stayed in India.
"Naturally. The inspector was called away yesterday immediately after our interview with him. He had business on the Continent, I understand. But fortunately I managed to reach him at Dover and he has come back to London. I wanted him, you see, because I have found the murderer of Captain Fraser-Freer."
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