THE NEWSPAPERS BEGIN TO PLAY THEIR PART
Next morning Ashton-Kirk lounged in a comfortable window-seat, almost
knee-deep in newspapers. The published accounts of the assassination
were, in some instances, very sensational. Drawings, by special
artists of persons concerned, were much in evidence, also half-tones
of the exterior of 478 Christie Place. The names of Osborne and
Stillman figured largely in the types; but what interested the
investigator most was a portrait of the musician--the violinist,
Antonio Spatola, and the story of his arrest.
The pictured face was that of a young man with a great head of curling
hair. The features were regular, the expression eager and appealing.
"I would have pronounced him a musician, even if I had not heard that
he was one," said Ashton-Kirk. "The head and face formations have all
the qualities." Then he ran over the story of Spatola's arrest and the
causes that led up to it. At the finish he smiled. "They have tried
and convicted him on the first page. If there was any way for them to
do it, they'd execute him in the evening editions and print his dying
words in the sporting extra. But," and he nodded his head
appreciatively, "Osborne has a good case against him, at that."
Both the clerk, Isidore Brolatsky, and Berg seemed to have talked
freely to the newspapermen. The character of Hume was treated in a
highly colored manner. The visits of the Italian musician to the
numismatist, his ambition to shine as another Kubelik, his
ungovernable temper, the high words that followed Hume's frequent
sneers at his ambition and the fact that he once drew a knife upon his
tormentor, were presented in full. But what appealed to the
space-writers most was Brolatsky's story of how Hume had once called
Spatola "Mad Anthony," and afterward showed him the portrait of
General Wayne.
"This apparently drove him frantic," wrote one reporter, "and, noting
this, Hume frequently applied the name to him, and more than likely
displayed the portrait as well. The last time that Spatola visited
Hume was upon the night of the murder. He evidently went to regale the
numismatist with music; for the delicatessen dealer, Berg, saw under
his coat what was evidently his violin. During the course of the
concert, Hume probably resumed his sneers; unable any longer to bear
it, the Italian apparently struck him down, and then in blind rage of
resentment, smashed and otherwise destroyed every one of the Wayne
portraits he could find."
Fuller came in with another newspaper just about this time and
Ashton-Kirk showed him the story.
"The _Standard_, then, seems to ignore the theory held by Osborne and
Stillman that the murder was done in an attempt to steal the portrait
found partly cut from the frame," said the assistant after studying
the account. Then, inquiringly, he added: "What do you think of it,
sir?"
"As a piece of sensational writing, I have no fault to find with it,"
said the investigator. "But the _Standard's_ young man is no deep
thinker. The single fact that Hume was a lover of real music should
have shown him that his theory was wrong."
Fuller considered a moment.
"I don't think I quite get that," said he.
"It is simple enough. Hume being sensitive to harmony, asked Spatola
very frequently to play for him; and, according to Brolatsky, paid him
rather well for each performance. To furnish good music, Spatola must
have not only talent, but also a violin that was at least fairly
good."
"Yes, sir, I see that."
"Having a violin that was at least fairly good, Spatola, being a poor
man, would take care of it. He would carry it in a case--he would
especially do so in wet or damp weather. And it rained on the night
of the murder. If he carried his violin in a case, there was no need
of his putting it under his coat. And, another thing, a violin case is
of such size as to prevent its being so carried, isn't it?"
Fuller nodded.
"I think that's very good," said he.
"It would have been a very easy thing for the _Standard's_ man to have
made a few inquiries as to whether Spatola used a violin case or no.
If he had done so, I am inclined to think that the answers would have
been in the affirmative. But there is another and more vital point
upon which I would base an objection to the reporter's theory. He says
that, goaded into a rage, Spatola struck his tormentor down. But he
forgets that If the murderer did not visit Hume's with the intention
of doing murder, it was rather a freakish thing for him to provide
himself with a bayonet. However, that is a point that I discussed with
Mr. Stillman yesterday; at first he was inclined to assume a somewhat
similar position."
"But the broken and cut portraits?" questioned Fuller.
Ashton-Kirk smiled a little.
"Probably I shall be able to properly account for them when I return
from a little trip that I am about to take to-day," said he. "That
is," as a sort of afterthought, "if some things turn out as I think
they will."
Fuller unfolded the newspaper that he had brought in.
"It is a late edition of the _Star_," he said. "The paper seems to
have scored a beat, for it has some developments that may put a
different face upon everything."
Ashton-Kirk took the sheet, and as he glanced at the flaring
headlines, he whistled softly. The lines read:
"MYSTERIOUS WOMAN IN A MOTOR CAR!
"She Visits 478 Christie Place on the Night of Murder!
"DID A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN'S HAND DEAL THE DEADLY BLOW?
"A New Element Added to the Hume Sensation!"
"The _Star_ man seems to have struck up an acquaintance with Sams,"
said Ashton-Kirk, with interest. He thought for a moment, and then
added to Fuller:
"Tell Stumph when Miss Edyth Vale arrives to show her here at once."
"Oh, you have been expecting her then?"
"No: I have not. But I am now."
After Fuller left the room, the investigator turned eagerly to the
_Star's_ leaded narrative. This laid great stress upon the evident
wealth and dazzling beauty of the mysterious midnight visitor in
Christie Place; and second only to her did they feature the
well-dressed stranger whom Berg had seen enter at Hume's door before
he had closed his own place for the night. The revolver shot that had
followed the woman's entrance and the parrot-like scream which had, in
turn, followed that, lost nothing in the telling.
"Who was the woman? That is the mystery," the newspaper said in
conclusion. "The hack driver caught but a glimpse of her, and in the
excitement of the moment failed to take the number of the car. But
that the latter was a Maillard he is positive. There are several
headquarter's men following up the clew as this goes to press; and
startling developments are expected at any moment.
"As to the second man whom the fancy grocer, Berg, saw go into Hume's,
there is a well-founded belief that he is very well known in select
circles and had called at Hume's frequently upon a matter concerning
which both he and Hume were always very secretive. The _Star_ called
up both his apartments and his office, but he had not been seen at
either place on the day after the murder. The clubs of which he is a
member were resorted to, but with no more success. As this gentleman
is known to be engaged to the beautiful heiress of a huge fortune, the
_Star's_ well-known special writer, Nancy Prindeville, was detailed to
get her statement. But a man servant stated that his mistress had
given positive orders that she could not be seen."
The investigator threw down the paper.
"Well," said he to himself with a shrug, "that makes it a little
annoying for the young lady. The fact that they refer to Morris when
they speak of a young man 'well known in select circles' will be plain
to everyone, for the facts of Morris' visits have been rather well
exploited in all the other papers. And as newspaper men are not
without daring in their conjectures, I wonder how long it will be
before one of them openly associates the 'beautiful unknown' with
Allan Morris' betrothed. I would, I think, offer even money that the
thing is hinted at before night."
He sat for some time in the midst of the scattered sheets thinking
deeply; then he pressed the bell call, and Fuller presented himself.
"I want you to take up the investigation of Hume and Allan Morris
where you left off the other day. Put Burgess, O'Neill and any others
that you desire on the matter. I want _complete_ information, and I
want it _quickly_."
"Yes, sir," answered Fuller.
"Follow up anything that promises results concerning Morris' father.
Especially find out if he ever knew Hume. Get every fact that can be
gathered about the latter. You, or rather Burgess, hinted in the
preliminary report that it was thought that he had at one time lived
abroad. If it is possible, establish that fact. In any event, go into
his history as deeply as you can."
"Very well," said Fuller, with the easy manner of a person accustomed
to carrying out difficult orders.
As the young man went out at one door, Stumph knocked upon another;
then Miss Edyth Vale, very pale, but entirely composed, was shown into
the room.