THE RED STAR ADVERTISEMENT.
Greatly to the surprise of Garth, the detective appeared to be
decidedly disappointed at this announcement.
"You don't seem to be overpleased at what I have told you," he said in
a tone of pique. "Yet it makes the case easier to you."
"I confess that I do not think so," was Fanks' reply. "I shall give
you my reasons after I have examined your cousin's rooms. At present I
must say that you have puzzled me."
Fanks' refusal to discuss the subject of the negro did not at all
please Garth; especially as he considered that his discovery had
placed the solution of the case in their hands. But to his
protestations the detective only reiterated his determination to keep
silent, until the rooms had been searched. With this Garth was forced
to be content; although he could not conceive the reason of such
extraordinary conduct; and he ascended the stairs with an ill-grace.
"Were I in your place, I should follow out the clue of the negro
without delay," he said, as they rang the bell.
"Were you in my place you would do as I am doing, and take time to
consider your movements," retorted Fanks as the door was opened.
Venturing on no further remonstrance Garth walked into the chambers,
followed by his friend. The servant who admitted them was a
light-complexioned, light-haired young fellow, who appeared to be
thoroughly frightened. His first remark exposed the reason of his
terror.
"I am afraid you can't come in, sir," he said to the cousin of his
late master, with a backward glance, "the police are here."
As he spoke a policeman made his appearance overflowing with official
importance. Prompted by Fanks the barrister at once addressed himself
to this Jack-in-office.
"I am the cousin of the late Sir Gregory Fellenger," he said, "and I
wish to go into the sitting-room for a few minutes."
"You can't enter, sir," said the policeman, stolidly.
"Why not; my friend here, Mr. Rixton----"
The officer started and looked at Fanks. Evidently he saw his orders
in the face of the detective; for he at once moved aside and granted
the desired permission. The valet Robert was astonished at this sudden
yielding; but he entertained no suspicion that there was any
understanding between the policeman and the fashionably-dressed young
man who had been introduced as Mr. Rixton. At a glance the detective
saw that he had to deal with a timid, simple creature, who might be
trusted to tell the truth out of sheer nervous apprehension. The
discovery afforded him satisfaction.
"I am much obliged to you, officer," said Garth, slipping a shilling
into the policeman's hand. "We shall not stay long. Robert, show us
into the sitting-room, if you please. I wish to ask a few questions."
A terrified expression flitted across the face of the mild valet, but
like a well-trained servant, he merely bowed and preceded Garth along
the passage. Fanks lingered behind.
"Maxwell!" he said to the policeman, "has anyone been here this
morning?"
"Yes, sir!" replied, the man, in a low tone. "A young lady, sir; very
pretty, with dark 'air and blue eyes. She asked to see Robert, sir."
"Oh, indeed! And how did you act?"
"I wouldn't let her see him, sir. He don't know she called."
"Quite right. What did she say when you refused?"
"She was upset, Mr. Fanks, and insisted on seeing him. I said as he
was out, so she said as she would call this afternoon at three
o'clock."
Fanks glanced at his watch. It was a quarter past two, so this unknown
woman might be expected in a short space of time. Fanks was curious to
see her and to learn the reason of her coming; as it might be that she
was indirectly connected with the case. As yet there was no woman
mixed up in the matter with the doubtful exception of Mrs. Boazoph;
but from long experience Fanks was sure that the necessary element
would yet appear. It seemed as though his expectations were about to
be realised.
"Was she a lady, Maxwell, or an imitation of one?"
"A real lady, sir; she gave me half a sov., sir."
"You had no business to take the money," he said, half smiling at
Maxwell's definition of what was a real lady.
"I couldn't help it, sir," said Maxwell, piteously, "she would give it
to me, sir. I am ready to return it, sir, if she should come back."
"Well! We shall see; show her into the sitting-room if she calls
again; has that valet been out to-day?"
"No, sir; he seems too frightened to go out. He does nothing but go
about the 'ouse 'owling. A poor miserable thing, Mr. Fanks."
"Has he said much to you?"
"Never a word, sir; he 'olds his tongue and 'owls; that's all."
This behaviour of the servant struck Fanks as strange; but he did not
make any comment thereon to the policeman. Again desiring Maxwell to
show the young lady into the room when she called, he went in search
of Garth. To his surprise he found the barrister alone.
"Where is Robert?" asked Fanks, sharply.
"I sent him out; thinking that we would search the room first."
"That won't do; we shall want his assistance, call him in at once."
Garth nodded and rang the bell. In a few minutes Robert, looking more
terrified than ever, made his appearance. With a glance at Fanks to
bespeak his attention--for the detective was lounging idly in a
chair--Garth began his interrogation at once.
"Robert," he said, with great deliberation, "how long have you been in
the service of my cousin?"
"Four years, sir."
"Was he a kind master?"
"A very kind master, sir. I would not wish for a better place."
"Do you remember the twenty-first of June?" asked the barrister, in
true police-court style.
"Yes, sir," replied the man with a shiver. "It was the night that my
master was murdered."
"At what time, did Sir Gregory leave the house?"
"I don't know, sir."
"You don't know," repeated Garth, while Fanks pricked up his ears.
"Were you not in attendance on him?"
"No, sir. My master received a letter by the five o'clock post which
seemed to upset him very much. After a time he recovered and sent me
out to get seats for the theatre. When I got back at six he was gone.
I never saw him again," declared the man in a shaking voice, "never
again till I was called on to identify his dead body."
"You had no idea where your master was going?"
"No, sir! He did not tell me."
"When you left Sir Gregory to get seats for the theatre how was he
dressed?"
"In a frock coat and light trousers, sir; but when I saw the body it
was clothed in moleskin trousers and a flannel shirt."
"Did you ever see that disguise in his possession?"
"I can't say that I ever did, sir," replied the valet, hesitatingly.
"But the week before a parcel came for Sir Gregory, which he would not
let me open. I was about to do so when he stopped me. I think the
parcel contained the clothes--the disguise."
"Why do you think so?"
"Because the parcel was soft, and felt like clothes. Besides it came
from Weeks and Co., of Edgeware-road; and they sell more workmen's
clothes than anything else."
"On what day did the clothes arrive?" asked Fanks, idly.
"On the fourteenth, sir. I am certain of the date, because Sir Gregory
was taken ill in the morning."
"Taken ill!" repeated Garth. "At what time was he taken ill?"
"At breakfast, Mr. Garth, when he was reading the paper. He gave a cry
and I came in to find him in a faint like. I got him a glass of
brandy, and he dressed and went out. The parcel arrived in the
afternoon."
"What paper did your master take in?"
"The 'Morning Post,' sir," replied the man, turning to Fanks, who had
asked the question.
"The 'Morning Post' of the fourteenth. And where is the paper?"
"My master put it away, sir."
"Oh! Do you happen to know where he put it?"
"No, sir. I was out of the room at the time."
Fanks sank back in his chair and nodded to Garth to continue the
conversation; which the barrister did at once.
"How long had your master been in town before the murder?" he asked.
"About a month, sir. Before that we were at Mere Hall in----"
"I know where it is," said Garth, impatiently. "But about that letter
which came by the five o'clock post on the day of the crime. Did you
see it?"
"I saw the envelope when I brought it in, sir."
"Was the handwriting a man's or a woman's?"
"It was in female handwriting I am certain, sir."
"Your master was agitated when he opened it?"
"Very agitated, sir. He had an attack like that of the previous week
when he was reading the paper."
"The letter was from a woman?"
"I supposed it was, sir, judging from the handwriting."
"Had Sir Gregory anything to do at that time with any particular
woman?"
Robert grew even paler than usual, and placed his hand on his throat
with a nervous gesture. He replied, with difficulty, his eyes on the
ground.
"Not that I know of, sir," he said hoarsely.
Fanks was satisfied that the servant was lying, but he made no
attempt to intervene. On the contrary, he signed to Garth to conclude
his examination and to let the man go. This the lawyer did forthwith.
"That is all, Robert; you can go. I shall remain here with Mr. Rixton
for a few minutes longer."
When the servant had taken his departure, Garth turned eagerly to his
friend. "Well, Fanks, and what do you think of all this?"
"I think that there is a woman at the bottom of it as usual."
"Mrs. Boazoph?"
"No, a younger and a prettier woman than Mrs. Boazoph. We will talk of
that later. In the meantime I wish to see that letter and the
advertisement."
"What advertisement?"
"The one in the 'Morning Post' which upset your cousin on the
fourteenth; in which drawer does he stow his letters?"
Garth went to the desk. He tried the middle drawer, but it was locked;
as were the other drawers. "He used to place his papers in the middle
drawer," said Garth, "but you see that it is closed."
"I thought it might be," said Fanks, producing a bunch of keys, "so I
brought these with me."
"No good. No skeleton keys will open these locks. They are of special
construction, and Gregory was very proud of them."
"These are the keys of the desk, Garth. They were found in the dead
man's pockets; and I brought them with me, in case the drawers should
be locked. I was right, it seems. And now let us make our search."
He opened the middle drawer and revealed a mass of letters all in the
envelopes in which they had come.
The two men went carefully through the pile; and in ten minutes they
were rewarded by finding the object of the search. The envelope, the
address of which, as had been stated by Robert, was in female
handwriting, contained three documents. Two printed slips cut from a
newspaper; a piece of cardboard in the shape of a five-rayed star,
painted red, and inscribed with some writing. Slips and star read as
follows:
The first printed slip, dated 14th June:
"Tattooed cross left arm. I alone know all. I alone can save you. If
you wish to feel secure, meet me when and where you please."
The second printed slip, dated 16th June:
"Tattooed cross left arm. I wish to feel secure. Name time and place,
and I shall be there."
The cardboard star, painted red:
[Illustration: Five pointed star with handwriting in arm viz.:
"Tooleys," "Alley," "21 June," "6-7," "Hotel."]