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"You have no doubt that she did the trick?" interjected Greig. "I have no opinion in the matter," Britz informed him curtly. "I may have a most decided one, however, in an hour or so." "Well, what do you think is going to happen now?" drawled Manning. While he guessed that Britz was setting the stage for a grand climax, he had not the remotest idea of its nature.
That's the reason I directed the entire investigation along a single line the only line that could possibly lead to success." The faces of Manning and Greig grew more clouded. They could comprehend the reasoning which cleared the suspects, but they were unable to understand by what contradiction of logic Britz meant to upset his own conclusion. "Let me make myself clear to you," Britz proceeded.
His words threw the turning weight into the scale of argument and she indicated her subjection to the lawyer's will. "Very well," snapped Britz. "Greig, go and fetch a cab. We'll proceed to Headquarters." As the woman had acknowledged Luckstone as her attorney, Britz could not deny him the right to accompany her to the Central Office.
Uncle Greig dined there that day, and cousin Robina, and, by an odd chance, Mr. MacEwen; and the presence of these strangers relieved what might have been otherwise a somewhat strained relation. Ere they departed the family was welded once more into a fair semblance of unity.
"Went to Beard's house to get the letter that her brother had written! They were begging Whitmore for money. Don't you see the game? Whitmore turned them down. So what was there to do except to kill him and get his estate?" To the impressionable mind of Greig the evidence against Mrs. Collins was conclusive. The grave, complex problem that had baffled his superiors had suddenly simplified itself.
He found Manning and Greig seated at his desk scrutinizing the papers. "Anything of value in them?" asked Britz. "Not yet," returned the chief. "But we haven't finished with them." Britz applied himself to the documents, his eyes racing through them in futile search of something that might shed a welcome illumination on the dark complexities of the case.
Their achievement was great; but unless Headquarters could be informed of their exact position and needs, they were all dead men. So Corporal Greig set out to find them, unreeling wire as he went. He was blown to pieces by an eight-inch shell, but another signaller was never lacking to take his place.
She lifted herself slowly out of her seat, and, bracing herself with one hand against the top of the chair, stood for a tense second facing Luckstone. "Let Mr. Beard tell!" she said. The words had an electrical effect. Manning, Greig, Coroner Hart leaned excitedly over the desk. Beard was already on his feet, eager to end the distressing situation.
"We are rapidly approaching the culminating point in the investigation," Britz continued, "and I shall require your cooperation. In order that you and Greig may help intelligently, it is necessary that I confide my plans to you." "Fire away!" said the chief. "We won't interrupt." "The greatest obstacle which I have encountered so far has been Whitmore himself," the detective continued.
Britz did not believe him guilty, Greig seemed hopelessly befuddled by the conflicting evidence, while Chief Manning dared not venture an opinion. But a majority of the other detectives engaged on the case seemed confident that Collins was the man. Fanwell wondered whether Britz had been led into an error of judgment. Over Collins a slow transformation was creeping.
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