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I got a number of our best men detectives, of course and we went round to Markendale Square, back and front. Inquiry showed that Cortelyon was out, but we'd scarcely got that fact ascertained when he drove up in a taxicab with Cave himself. They hurriedly entered the house I myself was watching from a good point of vantage, and I saw that both men were, to say the least, anxious and excited.
Killenhall and Cave at once denounced Cortelyon as the mainspring, and the woman, who's a regular coward, got me aside and offered to turn King's evidence, and whispered that Cortelyon actually killed Ashton himself, unaided, as he let him out of his back door into Lonsdale Passage!" "So that's settled!" exclaimed Viner. "Yes, I think so," agreed Drillford.
Viner they'll have taken him to the mortuary by now, and I should like to hear what our divisional surgeon has to say, and what our people actually found on the body." As Viner and the Inspector walked into the police-station, Dr. Cortelyon came out. Drillford stopped him. "Found out anything more, Doctor?" he asked. "Nothing beyond what I said at first," replied Cortelyon.
Cortelyon saw that by killing Ashton he alone would have the secret; he evidently got two accomplices who were necessary to him, and he meant, by suppressing certain facts and enlarging on others, to palm off an impostor who mark this! could be squared by one hundred thousand pounds! Oh, a bad fellow! Keep him tight, Mr. Inspector, keep him tight!" "You needn't bother yourself, Mr.
Cortelyon somewhere about here number seven in the terrace. One of these back doors is his. We might call him." He turned the light of his lantern on the line of doors in the right-hand wall, and finding the number he wanted, pulled the bell. As its tinkle sounded somewhere up the yard behind, he thrust his whistle into Viner's hand. "Mr.
Cortelyon for some time, and he'd no doubt that the paper and envelope described by Miss Penkridge was some which he'd specially secured for the Doctor. But he told something far more important: Six months ago Cortelyon went to Bigglesforth and asked him if he could get him a good second-hand typewriter.
"There's the secret of the murder!" he exclaimed. "You see, gentlemen, Ashton, one holder of the secret, was honest; the other, Cortelyon, was a rogue. Ashton wanted nothing for himself; Cortelyon wanted to profit.
But at the end of the street Miss Wickham looked back. "Are those three people really locked up in cells close by where we were sitting with the inspector?" she asked. "Just so," answered Viner. "And will they all be hanged?" she whispered. "I sincerely hope one will!" exclaimed Viner. "What," she inquired, "did the inspector mean about the papers found on Dr. Cortelyon?
Now, Bigglesforth had a very good one for which he'd no use, and he at once sold it to Cortelyon. Bigglesforth didn't mention the matter to his customer, for the machine was perfect in all other respects, but one of the letters was defective broken. That was the same letter, Mr. Viner, which was defective in the document which Cave showed to you gentlemen and spoke of previously in court!"
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