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"The cause of death was a bullet wound," pronounced the doctor oracularly. "I am aware of that much," answered Merrington irritably. "But a bullet wound is not necessarily fatal. Mrs. Heredith lived some time after her death, so it is certain that the bullet which killed her did not penetrate the heart. What is the nature of the injuries it inflicted?" "Death in Mrs.
But it is of the first importance to find out what has become of the missing necklace, which is the really important clue. Is Scotland Yard making any investigations about it?" "Yes. Merrington has put me on to that because I let you score the point over him of discovering that it was missing. I am sure that he hopes I will fall down over the job of tracing it.
Captain Stanhill, on his part, cherished no animosity against his companion for his cavalier treatment of him. He realized his own inexperience in crime detection, and had been quite willing that Superintendent Merrington should take the lead in the investigations, which he had assisted to the best of his ability.
It now remained for him to prove that he could do better than Merrington. He had sufficient confidence in his own abilities to welcome the opportunity, but at the same time he believed that he was confronted with a crime which would tax all his resources as a detective to unravel. Like Merrington, he had been struck by the strangeness of the murder.
"Nobody suggests you had anything to do with it." For reply, the girl only sobbed loudly. Superintendent Merrington, who had his own methods of soothing frightened females, shook her roughly by the arm. "Listen to me," he sternly commanded. "Do you want to go to prison?" "N o, sir," responded Milly, between a fresh burst of sobs.
Merrington stopped further parleying by impatiently pushing past the servant into the room. "Go and tell your master I want to see him," he said, seating himself. The servant looked angrily at the burly figure on the slender chair, and then, as though realizing his inability to eject him, he left the room without further speech.
The Chief Constable was a human being before he was a police official, and his face showed plainly that he was stricken with horror by the story of the crime. "It's a damned remarkable case," exclaimed Merrington, in his booming voice. "I do not remember its parallel.
The first sight that met his eye was the flushed triumphant face of Merrington bending over some articles on the table. Caldew's view of the objects was obscured by Captain Stanhill, who was also examining them, but he guessed by the attitude of both men that a valuable find had been made. He advanced eagerly to the table and saw, lying between them, a small revolver and a handkerchief.
Rath, who had been palpably nervous after his first question, became reassured and more at her ease, and answered him intelligently. "And where were you at the time of the murder, Mrs. Rath?" pursued Merrington, when he had drawn forth these details. "I was in my sitting-room." "Did you hear the scream and the shot?" "I heard the scream, but not the shot." "How was that?"
Heredith alive, thinks that the window was closed when she was in the room before dinner." Merrington walked over to the window and examined it, testing the lock and looking at the sill. "Does Miss Heredith say that the window was locked, or merely closed, when she was in the room?" he asked. "She cannot say definitely. She thinks it was closed because the air was heavy, and she knew that Mrs.
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