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Updated: June 20, 2025
In my over-wrought state of the night before, it had seemed reasonable enough; but here, in the cold light of day, it seemed preposterous. How Grady and Goldberger would have laughed at it!
"Ask him, please, where he spent Thursday night." There was a brief interchange between Silva and Mahbub, then the former turned to Goldberger. "It was as I thought," he said. "He spent the night in the worship of the attributes of Kali." The coroner opened an envelope which lay on the table at his elbow and took out a piece of knotted cord.
"You can scarcely expect the jury to believe, however," Goldberger pointed out, "that this supposititious person had finger-tips like your client's." "No," I agreed, "I make no such assertion; my hope is that we shall soon have the prints of the real murderer; and when I say the real murderer," I added, looking at the jury, "I believe every one present understands who I mean."
"Godfrey's a good man," said Goldberger, "but he's too romantic. He looks for a mystery in every crime, whereas most crimes are merely plain, downright brutalities. Take this case. Here's a man kills himself, and Godfrey wants us to believe that death resulted from a scratch on the hand.
"The Holy One, the Over-soul, from whom we come and to whom we all return." Again Goldberger worried his moustache. "Well," he said, at last, "until the mystery is cleared up, I must ask you not to leave this house." "I have no wish to leave it, sir." "And the other fellow the fellow who took away the snake where was he last night?" "He slept in a small room opening into this one."
I watched them as they climbed into a car Goldberger, Blake, Simmonds and Swain; I saw the latter take one last look at the house; then he waved to me, as the car turned into the highroad at least, he was taking it bravely! The coroner's assistants climbed into a second car, and the four or five policemen into a third.
"They seem to be pretty vague," I remarked, passing the glass on to Hinman. "They're plenty clear enough for our purpose," said Goldberger; "besides they will come out much clearer in photographs. It's lucky this stuff is so smooth and closely-woven," he added, fingering a corner of the robe, "or we wouldn't have got even those. It's as hard and fine as silk."
"But it is evident that the cause of death was strangulation." "How long has he been dead?" Hinman lifted the stiff hand again and ran his fingers along the muscles of the arm. "About four hours, I should say." Goldberger glanced at his watch. "That would put his death at a little before midnight.
If Jurgis did not believe it, he could try it, said the little Jew let them meet at a certain house on the morrow and make a test. For a secret like that they would have done a good many sluggings but the next day Goldberger informed them that the offending gambler had got wind of what was coming to him, and had skipped the town.
In other words, Godfrey threw what glory he could to Simmonds, and Simmonds such stories as he could to Godfrey, and so the arrangement was to their mutual advantage. Goldberger was a more astute man than the detective, in that he possessed a strain of Semitic imagination, a quick wit, and a fair degree of insight. He was in his glory in a case like this.
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