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"It's a confession!" she said. From beyond the grave the little secretary had spoken and spoiled Mr. Manderton's denouement. "For Miss Trevert." Thus, in Jeekes's round and flowing commercial hand, the document began: Last Statement of Albert Edward Jeekes, made at Rotterdam, this twenty-first Day of January, in the Year of Our Lord One Thousand Nine Hundred and... Mr.
Why wasn't I informed? What part of the Continent has she gone to?" Mr. Manderton's questions, rapped out with a rasping vigour that recalled a machine-gun firing, brought Robin to his feet in an instant. He crossed over to the desk on which the telephone stood. Manderton placed one big palm over the transmitter and turned to Robin.
"Do you know where she lives?" pursued the detective, ignoring the implied question. "She's dead." A flicker of interest appeared for an instant in Mr. Manderton's keen eyes. "You're sure of that?" "Certainly," answered Robin. "Who told you?" "Le Hagen the solicitor, you know. He acted for this Malpas woman on one or two occasions." "When did she die?" "Six or seven months ago ..."
But it fell upon a silence of Manderton's own creating, a rapt silence following a pause which preceded the climax of his narrative. So the discreet knocking resounded loud and clear through the library. "Who is that? What is it?" rapped out Dr. Bomain irritably. "Don't let any one disturb us, Inspector!" called out Horace Trevert to Inspector Humphries, who had opened the door.
"Now, then," the barrister proceeded, thoughtfully puffing at his pipe, "one weak point about my deductions is that they all hang on the question as to whether, at the time of the tragedy, Parrish actually had the silencer on his pistol or not. That is really the acid test of Manderton's suicide theory.
"While this country," he bawled sonorously, "cannot ... in h'our belief ... hevade ... er ... responsibility ... er ... h'm disquieting sitwation ..." "Dear me!" thought Robin to himself, "what a very extraordinary morning pursuit for our police!" Suddenly the reading was interrupted. Robin heard the library door open. Then Manderton's voice cried: "That'll do, thank you, Sergeant!"
"No, sir," answered Bude. "He's gone off to town, too! And he don't expect to be back before the inquest. That's for Toosday!" "But isn't there another key anywhere?" persisted the boy. "No, sir," said Bude positively, "there isn't but the one. And that's in Mr. Manderton's vest pocket!" Young Wright wrinkled his brow in perplexity.
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