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"Any assistance I can give you," he said, softly, "I shall be glad to give; though to do murder, as you call it, is not always to do wrong." "Our law doesn't make such nice distinctions," said Goldberger, drily. "May I ask your profession?" "I am a White Priest of Siva," said the adept, touching his forehead lightly with the fingers of his left hand, as in reverence. "Who is Siva?"
"Doctor Hinman here is a physician," I said, bringing him forward. "If he can be of any service...." Goldberger glanced at him, and was plainly favorably impressed by Hinman's dark, eager face, and air of intelligence and self-control. "I shall be very glad of Dr. Hinman's help," said Goldberger, shaking hands with him. "Have you examined the body, sir?" "Only very casually," answered Hinman.
By some, it is also held that the touch of ink, unless compounded by a priest of the temple according to a certain formula, is defiling; and, above all, it is impossible for a believer to permit such relics of himself to remain in the hands of an infidel." "The relics, as you call them," Goldberger explained, "won't need to remain in our hands.
"Proceed, sir," said the adept, courteously. "Do you know that Mr. Vaughan is dead?" The adept made a little deprecating gesture. "Not dead," he protested. "A man does not die. His soul rejoins the Over-soul, that is all. Yes, I know that at midnight the soul of my pupil passed over." "How did you learn that?" Goldberger demanded. "I saw it in the sphere," replied the adept calmly.
Swain told his story much as he had told it to Godfrey and me, and I noticed how closely both Goldberger and the district attorney followed it. When he had finished, Goldberger asked the same question that Godfrey had asked. "While you were having the altercation with Mr. Vaughan, did you grasp hold of him?" "No, sir; I did not touch him." "You are quite sure?" "Yes, sir."
"No," he said; "I'll wait for the court interpreter. You might tell him, though, that there will be officers of the law on duty below, and that he is not to leave the house." "I will caution him," answered the adept, and let the curtain fall, as we passed out. "I suppose there are some other servants somewhere about the place?" asked Goldberger. "There are three they sleep on the floor above."
The rest of us stared at it too; and I suppose all the others were labouring as I was with the effort to find some thread of theory amid this chaos. "It might, of course, have been self-inflicted," Godfrey added, quite to himself. Goldberger sneered a little. No doubt he found the incomprehensibility of the problem rather trying to his temper.
"You gentlemen will have to give your testimony at the inquest," he said. "So will Parks and Rogers. It will be day after to-morrow, probably at ten o'clock, but I'll notify you of the hour." "Very well," I said; "we'll be there," and Goldberger bade us good-bye, and left the house. "And now," I added, to Vantine, "I must be getting back to the office.
Hughes, and they were soon deep in a low-toned conversation, whose subject I could guess. I could also guess what Simmonds and Godfrey were talking about in the farther corner; but I could not guess why Goldberger, instead of getting to work, should be walking up and down, pulling impatiently at his moustache and glancing at his watch now and then.
"Was he quite dead when you found him?" "Yes, I I think so." "Then," I said to Goldberger, "the murder must have been committed very soon after Miss Vaughan came upstairs." "Yes," agreed Goldberger, in a low tone, "and by somebody who came in from the grounds, since she met no one in the hall and heard no one." Miss Vaughan leaned toward him, her hands clasping and unclasping.
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