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Updated: September 7, 2025
Then I remembered that I had seen it crushed in Miss Vaughan's unconscious fingers, and I recalled how the fingers had stiffened when Godfrey tried to remove it, as though some instinct in her sought to guard it, even in the face of death. "But I don't understand," said Simmonds, who was staring over the other shoulder. "What's that thing got to do with the finger-prints?"
"In a quarter of an hour after the receipt of the message Charley Simmonds and I were on the back of an elephant which was our joint property; our shikaree, a capital fellow, was on foot beside us, and with the native trotting on ahead as guide we went off at the best pace of old Begaum, for that was the elephant's name.
Godfrey did not speak; but I knew what was in his mind. He was thinking that, if such poison existed, the vessel which had contained it had not yet been found. The same thought, no doubt, occurred to Simmonds, for, after ordering the policeman in the hall to call the ambulance, he returned and began a careful search of the room, using his electric torch to illumine every shadowed corner.
"The wind is falling fast," Lieutenant Simmonds said. "We could show a rag of canvas outside now. We had best make a long leg out to sea, and then, when the wind goes down, we can make Balaklava."
His face was dripping with perspiration and his hands were shaking, but he managed to control them. "And now for Señor Silva," he said, in another tone, taking the torch from my hand. "I fear he will have a rude awakening." "He sat there like a statue, even when I shot the snake," remarked Simmonds. "He's a wonder, he is." "Yes," agreed Godfrey, as he stepped into the entry, "he's a wonder."
"When you rushed out that way," I added, "I thought maybe you were going after him." "With him twenty minutes in the lead? I'm no such fool! He got away from me the other day with a start of about half a second." "I tried to get you," I explained, "as soon as Simmonds told me they were going to look at the cabinet. I 'phoned the office. The city editor said he had sent you out into Westchester."
"Look, Simmonds," he cried, rubbing his dripping eyes fiercely, "there against the wall? is there something there or is it just the smoke?" I looked, too, but at first saw nothing, for a cloud of smoke rolled down and blotted out the light from Godfrey's torch. Then it swirled aside, and against the farther wall I fancied I saw something a shape, a huddled shape grotesque horrible, somehow....
"It did not prejudice your hard-headed town-councillors in her favour," said Gerald. "Far from it! In fact old Simmonds observed that she was a painted foreign Jezebel." "Not to her face!" said Gerald. "We are not quite brutes, whatever you may think us, my boy," said the General good-humouredly.
"Yes they gave it to me when I 'phoned in that the Westchester business was a fake. I rushed for the station, though I knew I'd be too late." "But, Godfrey," I said, "I can't understand, even yet, how he did it. Grady and Simmonds left the boat with Pigot and were with him all evening, showing him the sights. How did Crochard get into it? What did he do with Pigot? Where is Pigot?"
Grinstead, in right of the musical element that her brother promised, the beautiful Mrs. Henderson, to represent the marble works, Mrs. Simmonds of the Cliff Hotel, the Mayoress, and other notables.
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