Manning and Greig settled themselves comfortably in their chairs,
prepared to listen to a long recital. The extraordinary methods which
Britz had pursued in the conduct of the investigation had puzzled and
alarmed them. To the chief it had looked as if Britz were running around
in a circle, hopelessly bewildered, mistrusting every palpable lead as a
new pitfall.
There were reasons for Manning's anxiety. The department could not
afford to "fall down" on this conspicuous case. Public interest had
increased rather than diminished during the progress of the
investigation, and the newspapers had already begun to hint that the
Central Office was "bungling the job."
"Chief, I know you've been worried," Britz began, bestowing on Manning a
reassuring smile. "But from the outset I realized there was only one way
to solve the crime and nothing has developed to change my opinion."
The air of cheerful confidence which the detective wore did not entirely
relieve the chief's apprehensions, although it encouraged the hope that
perhaps, after all, Britz could save the department from the disgraceful
acknowledgment that it had failed in the most sensational murder puzzle
which it was called upon to solve in several years.
"We are rapidly approaching the culminating point in the investigation,"
Britz continued, "and I shall require your cooperation. In order that
you and Greig may help intelligently, it is necessary that I confide my
plans to you."
"Fire away!" said the chief. "We won't interrupt."
"The greatest obstacle which I have encountered so far has been Whitmore
himself," the detective continued. "His influence over the lives of
Collins, Mrs. Collins, Ward and Beard, extends beyond the grave. He is
responsible for their silence."
"You didn't expect the murderer to come forward and announce himself,
did you?" asked the chief ironically.
"Let me proceed in my own way and you'll see what I mean." Britz bent
forward in his seat, as if to impress his words more sharply on the
minds of his hearers. "Had I accepted the obvious, I should have been
compelled to arrest Collins. We have a solid prima facie case against
him. He had the motive for the murder. He threatened to kill Whitmore.
The pistol with which Whitmore was killed was owned by Collins."
"But how about the opportunity to kill?" interrupted the chief. "Have
you established his presence at the scene of the crime?"
"That phase of the case will be developed to-morrow," replied Britz.
"Before we get to it let us analyze Collins's position more minutely. He
had plenty of time after the shooting to dispose of the weapon and the
cartridges. He neglected to do it. It would have required but a minute
or two for him to destroy the letter which he intercepted. That letter,
the last which Whitmore ever wrote, and the fact that Collins was aware
of its contents, could be used by us to establish Collins's motive for
the crime. Collins must have known, in fact it was impossible for him to
avoid the knowledge, that the police would eventually search his home.
Yet he permitted the letter and the pistol and the box of cartridges to
remain in his room, where they could not possibly be overlooked. And all
the while, it must be remembered, he was in consultation with the astute
Luckstone.
"Now what is the inevitable conclusion? Why, he was courting arrest.
More than that, he was thrusting evidence on us--evidence which would
assure his indictment and trial before a petit jury.
"Do you think he was doing it because he wanted to be convicted? Or do
you think Luckstone would have permitted him to leave this evidence
lying about except to delude us? Not for an instant.
"No, chief, Luckstone had some design of his own in thus urging us to
the conclusion that Collins was the guilty man. But I saw the trap which
his crafty brain devised. Luckstone has evidence with which to offset
everything we could bring forward against Collins. He planned to make a
colossal fool of the prosecution. Being absolutely sure of obtaining
Collins's acquittal, he wanted us to proceed with our case against him.
He wanted us to commit ourselves to Collins's guilt, to bring Collins to
trial, so as to preclude us from proceeding against the real murderer
when we ascertained his identity. In other words, he figured that if we
declared our belief in Collins guilt and forced him to trial, we'd be
glad to drop the case and permit the public to forget it, after Collins
was acquitted.
"Did Collins actually commit the murder?" Britz shook his head gravely.
"You can bet your last dollar he didn't. In the first place, had he
fired the shot, Luckstone would have worked furiously to divert
suspicion from him. Every bit of damaging evidence would have been
destroyed. It was because Luckstone knew that Collins was innocent that
he was willing we should accuse him of the crime.
"Equally convincing is the attitude of the others in the case. You must
remember none of them had any use for Collins. Had he shot Whitmore, a
chorus of accusations would have gone up instantly. His own wife would
have volunteered to become a witness against him. She loved Whitmore and
hated Collins. Ward would have denounced him in unmistakable terms.
Beard would have been shouting his guilt from the housetops. Far from
uniting in a conspiracy to shield him, they would have allied themselves
with us to avenge the death of the merchant."
Manning and Greig were listening with faculties intensely alert, carried
along by the irresistible course of Britz's logic. They were compelled
to acknowledge to themselves that Collins had been effectually
eliminated as the murderer. But on whom would Britz fasten the crime?
"Now let us take up Beard," proceeded the detective as if narrating a
commonplace happening in the routine of police duty. "He is named in
Whitmore's will as one of the executors of the estate. But so is
Luckstone! Surely that is no motive for murder. My men have investigated
Beard's life. There's nothing in it to discredit him in the least.
Moreover, we have ascertained that he was entirely devoted to Whitmore's
interests. There was a great personal tie between the two men. The fact
that he arranged the plot for Whitmore's escape and the substitution of
prisoners, is but additional proof of his loyalty to his employer. We
haven't a scintilla of evidence to connect him with his employer's
murder."
Manning and Greig exchanged significant looks. Evidently the same
question had flashed across their minds. Were Ward and Mrs. Collins in a
conspiracy to kill Whitmore?
As if divining what was in their minds, Britz proceeded to answer their
unspoken query.
"To attribute the crime to Mrs. Collins or Ward, or to both of them,"
the detective said, "it is first of all necessary to find a motive. Only
one suggests itself. It is that they killed Whitmore to get possession
of his estate.
"We must remember that had Whitmore died intestate, neither of them
would have obtained a penny of his fortune. So that, in order to
establish our motive, it is necessary to prove that they had knowledge
of the contents of the will. All the evidence I have gathered tends to
contradict that assumption. Not only have we the statement of the lawyer
who drew the will, but the actions of Ward and Mrs. Collins subsequent
to the murder belie the theory that they had previous knowledge of the
disposition which Whitmore made of his estate.
"I know of Ward's frantic efforts to get sufficient money to keep his
banking house afloat. And Mrs. Collins's actions after I informed her
that she was the chief legatee proved conclusively that she was as
amazed as the rest of us to find that Whitmore had enriched her. All the
circumstances combine to force us to discard the theory that Ward and
Mrs. Collins expected to profit by Whitmore's death.
"With this theory shattered no plausible motive for their participation
in the murder remains. If they didn't know the contents of Whitmore's
will, then they had every reason in the world for preventing the
merchant's death. Ward was praying for his return, so he might plead
with him to help him out of his financial scrape. Mrs. Collins's love
for Whitmore was intensely genuine, and moreover, it was pure."
Britz paused, noting the bewildered expression on the faces of Manning
and Greig. In their eyes the case had taken on a hopeless, desperate
aspect. By faultless reasoning Britz had established the presumptive
innocence of the very ones among whom he had confidently expected to
find the guilty one.
The chief grew visibly disturbed. So this was the end of Britz's
maneuvering! Failure appeared to be written in large capitals across the
investigation.
"You don't mean to imply that an outsider committed the murder?" Manning
blurted.
"Not for an instant," answered Britz. "I have simply been analyzing the
evidence as it concerns the four suspects individually. Were there
nothing else, I confess we should be compelled to look elsewhere for the
assassin. But all the evidence, taken as a whole, leads irresistibly to
the conclusion that one of them shot Whitmore. There is not the
slightest trace of any outside agency having been employed."
"But if they're individually innocent, how can they be collectively
guilty?" demanded the chief.
"You've misconceived my meaning," said Britz. "You know, in a general
way, what has been accomplished in the case. So you must be aware of the
peculiar actions of all four of the suspects. The fact that they engaged
Luckstone to look after their interests argues a guilty knowledge of
Whitmore's death. Then, their silence, their fear of saying something
that might incriminate one or all of them--it is impossible to reconcile
their conduct with innocence! No. When you survey the entire case, you
cannot escape the conviction that Whitmore met his death at the hands of
one of them."
"But man alive," broke in the chief, "what evidence have you? Why,
you're further away from the solution of the crime than when you
started."
"Not at all!" Britz assured him. "We're going to solve the case
to-morrow morning, in this very room."
Manning and Greig looked at each other in blank bewilderment. In the
light of Britz's explanation of the case, his confident assertion could
only be regarded as a vain boast. Or was it the expression of a last,
flickering hope, to which he clung desperately, like a man staking his
last dollar on a thousand-to-one chance?
"What I want you to see clearly," the detective continued, "is the utter
futility of trying to discover the murderer through an investigation
from the outside. Almost from the outset I realized the utter
impossibility of endeavoring to single out the assassin through
following the ordinary clues. That's the reason I directed the entire
investigation along a single line--the only line that could possibly
lead to success."
The faces of Manning and Greig grew more clouded. They could comprehend
the reasoning which cleared the suspects, but they were unable to
understand by what contradiction of logic Britz meant to upset his own
conclusion.
"Let me make myself clear to you," Britz proceeded. "Such evidence as we
have, or such as we might be permitted to present to a jury, all tends
to establish the innocence of Mrs. Collins, Ward and Beard. On the other
hand, it gives a guilty aspect to Collins's conduct. Yet I am convinced
that Collins did NOT do the shooting, while one of the others
did.
"There is only one way in which we can single out the murderer. I have
found that way."
To the two listeners Britz's statement sounded almost like a confession
of failure. It was an indirect admission that he had not learned the
identity of the murderer--that he had nothing on which to base a direct
accusation.
"We've got to break their silence!" Britz exclaimed impressively. "As
long as they remain mute, they are safe. But I've found the way to make
them talk--I know where their interests conflict and to-morrow I shall
bring them in violent conflict with each other. The result is
inevitable."
It was plain from their expressions that Manning and Greig did not share
Britz's confidence. They could foresee only disaster. And in the state
of nervous depression in which they found themselves they were unable to
offer a word of encouragement to the detective. But Britz did not
require their encouragement, his own self-confidence being sufficient to
sustain him.
"Keep alert to every advantage to-morrow," he enjoined them. "You'll
catch what I'm doing and I want you to add emphasis to everything I do
and say."
As Manning and Greig were about to depart, Britz made a final effort to
dispel the gloomy forebodings that possessed them.
"Don't look so glum!" he said, laying a reassuring hand on their
shoulders. "We can't lose. Not only are there grave conflicting
interests among them, but I shall invoke against their silence an
all-conquering force--the most potent force in all human conduct."
"What is it?" asked Manning and Greig eagerly.
"Love."