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Robin hesitated. "Yes," he said, "that's fair. I suppose I ought. But there's not much to tell, Bruce. Just before Hartley Parrish was found dead, I asked Miss Trevert to marry me. I was too late. She was already engaged to Hartley Parrish. I was horrified ... I know some things about Parrish ... we had words and I went off.
Jay looked somewhat uncomfortable. "No, sir." "Why not?" Jay looked at Mary Trevert. "Well, sir, I thought perhaps I'd better tell Miss Trevert first. Bude thought so, too. That there Manderton has made so much unpleasantness in the house with his prying ways that I said to myself, sir ..." Bruce Wright looked at Mary.
On to this corridor both the drawing-room and the library gave. Halfway down the corridor a small passage ran off. It separated the drawing-room from the library and ended in a door leading into the gardens at the back of the house. It was to the new wing that Horace Trevert and Dr. Komain now hastened.
"Zey ask for you at ze delephone!" He took her to a cabin under the main staircase. "This is Miss Trevert speaking!" said Mary. "I am speaking for Mr. Schulz," a man's voice answered rather a nasal voice with a shade of foreign inflexion "he has had your letter. He is very sorry he has been detained in the country, but would be very glad if you would lunch with him to-day at his country-house."
On it he had written "About Miss Trevert." Speaking in German the woman bade them rather roughly to bide where they were, and departed after closing the front door in their faces. She did not keep them waiting long, however, for in about a minute she returned. Herr Schulz would receive the gentlemen, she said.
"When I heard the news at the club, Miss Trevert," said Jeekes, "you could have knocked me down with a feather. Mr. Parrish, as all of us knew, worked himself a great deal too hard, sometimes not knocking off for his tea, even, and wore his nerves all to pieces. But I never dreamed it would come to this. Ah! he's a great loss, and what we shall do without him I don't know.
"As he practically admitted to me, that he had come for a letter written on slatey-blue official-looking paper." The girl held up the letter from Rotterdam. "All this," the girl continued, "made me think that this letter must have had something to do with Hartley's death ..." "Surely an additional reason for giving it to the police!..." Mary Trevert set her mouth in an obstinate line.
"The tragedy of it, my dear," she said, "is that you have sent away the man you love at a time when you will never need him so badly again ..." There was a discreet tapping at the door. "Come in!" said Lady Margaret. Bude appeared. "Mr. Manderton, the detective, my lady, was wishing to know whether he might see Miss Trevert ..." "Yes. Ask him to come up here," commanded Lady Margaret.
What it comes to is this, Mary heard the shot fired that killed Parrish. Did she hear the shot he fired at his murderer?" "By Gad!" exclaimed Bruce Wright impressively, "I believe you've got it, Robin! Parrish fired at somebody at the window a silent shot and the other fellow fired back the shot that Mary Trevert heard, the shot that killed Parrish. Isn't that the way you figure it out?"
But Robin caught him by the arm. "Listen to me, Horace," he said. "I'm not going to quarrel with you in this house of death. But you're going to tell here and now what you meant by that remark. Do you understand? I'm going to know!" Horace Trevert shook himself free.
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