Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 25, 2025
"Thalassa told Pengowan that Robert Turold kept the revolver in the drawer of his writing table," Dawfield remarked. "I have read Pengowan's report," returned Barrant impatiently, "and I am assuming that Robert Turold's daughter knew where it was kept. This is a purely constructive theory of her guilt, and we have to assume many things.
So he turned to another phase of the case. "You saw Robert Turold's body soon after you arrived at Flint House?" "Within a few minutes." "How long had he been dead?" "About ten minutes, I should say." "What was the cause of death?" "He was shot through the main blood vessel of the left lung. It was possible to arrive at that conclusion from the very severe haemorrhage.
But they merely formed, in their mass, a revelation of Robert Turold's industry in gathering material for his claim.
In short, he was aware of the whole sequence of events preceding Robert Turold's violent and mysterious death, with the exception of the revelation of his life's secret, which Mrs. Pendleton had withheld from Inspector Dawfield. Barrant had heard all he wanted to know at second hand at that stage of his investigations, and he now preferred to be guided by his own impressions and observations.
The sergeant was at that moment engaged in a room downstairs drawing up his reasons for that belief. "A kind of confirmatory report," Dawfield explained. "He fears that his reputation is at stake." "He can save himself the trouble," said Barrant. "The solution of Robert Turold's death lies in these two rooms, if anywhere."
The rather breathless entrance of Inspector Dawfield put an end to Barrant's reflections. He explained that Sergeant Pengowan, in his anxiety to maintain the correctness of his official report, had taken him to various breakneck positions at the back of the house and along the cliffs in order to demonstrate the impossibility of anybody entering Robert Turold's rooms from outside.
Striving to explain his reasons at that distance of time, he said it was Robert Turold's last remark which really decided him did the trick, as he phrased it. Actually it must have been a prompt recognition of the kinship between two lawless souls. He left his seat and went across to where the two young Englishmen were earnestly talking, unaware that they had been overheard.
But that unexpected announcement of Robert Turold's death had come to him as an over-whelming shock. He had left his meal unfinished, and returned to his chambers to seek consolation, not in prayer, but in his collection of old clocks and watches.
A silence fell between them on this declaration a silence terminated by Barrant remarking that it was really late, and he must be getting back to Penzance. Mr. Brimsdown made no suggestion to accompany him. Instead he rustled papers in Robert Turold's cabinet as though to convey the impression that the sorting and searching of them would take him some time.
It was there in the spell of solitude thirty years before that Robert Turold's soul had yielded to temptation at the beck of his monstrous ambition. That, however, was the end or what Robert Turold imagined to be the end of the story.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking