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He realized that he had found and finally made certain his happiness, had done so at the very moment of making public his greatest professional triumph. For his visit to her he had stolen a half-hour from the rush of work that had devolved upon him since reaching Furmville a few hours ago.
"I see," said Bristow, betraying no surprise that Withers had appeared so suddenly. In fact, he had not thought of the husband previously, except to calculate that, in answer to the telegram Dr. Braley had undoubtedly sent, he could not reach Furmville from Atlanta before far into the night. "He only heard of the tragedy half an hour ago," Greenleaf added.
And Morley knows all about beard 'make-up. His note to me in Furmville proved that. The negro boy, Roddy, swears Morley and the mysterious stranger are the same. "There isn't a crook living who can put it over on me this way with a cheap disguise. And this case isn't cleared up until, in some way, I find out who he is or get my hands on him."
"Let me look around," suggested the captain. He did so, followed by Bristow and the doctor. Save for the overturned chair, between the sofa and the dining room door, the furniture, for the most part the mission stuff generally found in the furnished-for-rent cottages in Furmville, had not been knocked about in a struggle. That was evident. The two rugs on the floor had not been disturbed.
In spite of this, the paper continued, the dead woman's husband, arriving unexpectedly on the scene, had employed by wire Samuel S. Braceway, the professional detective of Atlanta, who would reach Furmville early this morning and, probably, work with Chief Greenleaf, Mr. Bristow, and the plain-clothes squad in the effort to remove all doubts of the guilt of the accused negro.
Some of Braceway's friends were in the habit of laughing at him because, when he was sure of having solved a criminal puzzle, he always could be seen carrying a cane. The appearance of the cane invariably foretold the arrest of a guilty man. He went now to the corner near the bureau and picked up the light walking-stick he had brought to Furmville strapped to his suitcase.
Morley's room at the Brevord," answered Avery. Greenleaf needed no hint from Bristow this time. "Avery," he said, "your beat takes in the railroad station. Go down to Number Five and get a good look at this man Morley. After that, if he attempts to leave Furmville, arrest him."
This murder case has opened the door for me, and I'm going to take advantage of it. Lawrence Bristow, consulting detective and criminologist. How does that strike you?" "Fine!" said Greenleaf heartily. "And you're right. Your reputation's made; and, even if you had to be away from Furmville a few days at a time now and then, it wouldn't hurt your health."
They entered the hotel and sat down in the lobby, now almost deserted. "I think," Bristow announced, careful to keep any note of triumph out of his voice, "I'll go back to Furmville in the morning." He yawned and stretched himself. "I'm about all in, weak as a kitten. What are you planning?" Braceway's chin was thrust forward. He looked belligerent, angry. "I'm going to Baltimore tomorrow.
"Murder murder horrible and mysterious was committed early yesterday morning," announced the paper in large black-face type, "when the beautiful and charming Mrs. Enid Fulton Withers, wife of George S. Withers, the well-known attorney of Atlanta, was choked to death in the parlour of her home at No. 5 Manniston Road. The most heinous crime that has ever stained the annals of Furmville," etc.
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