第 22 节
作者:淋雨      更新:2021-10-16 18:43      字数:9318
  several important matters to discuss with you; Mr。 Clymer。〃
  His remark was overheard by their waiter; and he stopped pouring out
  Kent's coffee。
  〃There is a small smoking room to the right of the dining room;〃 he
  suggested。      〃I   passed   there   but   a   moment   ago   and   it   was   not   occupied。
  If you desire; sir; I will serve coffee there。〃
  〃An   excellent   idea。〃   Clymer   rose   quickly   and   he   and   Kent   followed
  the    waiter   to  the  inclosed    porch    which    had   been    converted    into   an
  attractive lounging room for the club members。               It was much cooler than
  the over…heated dining room; and Kent was grateful for the subdued light
  given   out   by   the   artistically   shaded   lamps   with   which   it   was   furnished。
  There was silence while the waiter with deft fingers arranged the coffee
  and cigars on a wicker table; then receiving Clymer's generous tip with a
  word of thanks; the man departed。
  Kent wheeled his   chair   around so   as to   face   his   companion   and still
  have   a   side   view   of   the   dining   room;   where   tables   were   being   rapidly
  removed      for   the  dance    which    followed     dinners   on   Thursday      nights。
  Clymer selected a cigar with care and; leaning back in his chair until the
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  wicker  creaked   under  his   weight;   he   waited   patiently  for  Kent   to   speak。
  It was fully five minutes before Kent addressed him。
  〃So James Turnbull was poisoned after all;〃 he commented。                    〃A week
  ago I would have sworn that Jimmie hadn't an enemy in the world。〃
  〃Ah;  but   he   had;   and   a   very  bitter   vindictive   enemy;   if   the   evidence
  given   at   the   coroner's   inquest   this   afternoon   is   to   be   believed;〃   replied
  Clymer seriously。        〃The case is remarkably puzzling。〃
  〃It is。〃   Kent bit savagely at his cigar as a slight vent to his feelings。
  〃'Killed by a dose of aconitine by a person or persons unknown;' was the
  jury's verdict; and a nice tangle they have left me to ferret out。''
  〃You?〃
  〃Yes。     I'm going to solve this mystery if it is a possible thing。〃 Kent's
  tone   was   grim。     〃And   Colonel   McIntyre   only   gave   me   until   Saturday
  night to work in。〃
  Clymer eyed him in surprise。            〃McIntyre desires to get back his lost
  securities;     judging    from    his   comments       after  the   inquest;    he   is  not
  particularly interested in who killed Turnbull。〃
  〃But    I  am;〃   exclaimed      Kent。    〃The    more    I  think   of  it;  the  more
  convinced I am that the forged letter; with the subsequent disappearance of
  McIntyre's securities has some connection with Jimmie's untimely death;
  be it murder or suicide。〃
  〃Suicide?〃      Clymer' s raised eyebrows indicated his surprise。
  〃Yes;〃     shortly。    〃Aconitine       would    have    killed   just   as  surely    if
  swallowed with suicidal intent as if administered with murderous design。〃
  A  pause   followed   which   neither   man   seemed   anxious   to   break;   then
  Kent turned to the banker; and the latter noticed the haggard lines in his
  face。
  〃Listen   to   me;   Mr。   Clymer;〃   he   began。     〃My   instinct   tells   me   that
  Jimmie Turnbull never forged that letter or stole McIntyre's securities; but
  I admit that everything points to his guilt; even his death。〃
  〃How so?〃
  〃Because the theft of the securities supplies a motive for his suicide …
  fear    of  exposure     and   imprisonment;〃       argued    Kent。    〃But    there   is  no
  motive; so far as I can see; for Jimmie's murder。 Men don't kill each other
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  without a motive。        〃There is homicidal mania;〃 suggested Clymer。
  〃But not in this case;〃 retorted Kent。          〃We are sane men and it is up to
  us   to   find   out   if   Jimmie   died   by   his   own   hand   or   was   killed   by   some
  unknown enemy。''
  〃Rest easy; Mr。 Kent;〃 said a voice from the doorway and Kent; who
  had turned his back in that direction the better to talk to Clymer; whirled
  around      and   found    Detective     Ferguson     regarding     him   just   inside   the
  threshold。     〃Mr。 Turnbull's enemy is not unknown and will soon be under
  arrest。〃
  〃Who is he?〃 demanded Clymer and Kent simultaneously。
  〃Philip Rochester。〃
  Clymer was the first to recover from his astonishment。                〃Oh; get out!〃
  he    exclaimed      incredulously。      〃Why;      Rochester     was    Turnbull's     most
  intimate friend。〃
  〃Until    they   fell  in   love   with   the   same    girl;〃  answered     Ferguson
  succinctly;   taking   possession   of   the   only   other   chair   the   porch   boasted。
  〃One quarrel led to another and then Rochester did for him。                   Oh; it dove…
  tails   nicely;   motive;   jealous   anger;   opportunity;   recognition   in   court   of
  Turnbull   disguised   as   a   burglar;   at   the   same   time   Rochester   learns   that
  Turnbull has been caught after midnight in the house of his sweetheart …〃
  〃D … mn you!〃 Kent sprang for the detective's throat。                 〃Cut out your
  abominable insinuations。          Miss McIntyre shall not be insulted。〃
  〃I'm not insulting her;〃 gasped Ferguson; half strangled。                〃Let go; Mr。
  Kent。      I'm    only   telling   you   what    that   half  crazy    partner    of  yours;
  Rochester; was probably thinking in the police court。                Let go; I say。〃
  Clymer aided the detective in freeing himself。               〃Sit down; Kent;〃 he
  said sternly。     〃Ferguson meant   no offense。           Go ahead;   man; and tell   us
  the rest of your theories。〃
  It  was    some    minutes;    however;     before   the   detective    had   collected
  sufficient breath to answer intelligently。
  〃I size it up this way;〃 he began with a resentful glance at Kent who
  had   dropped   back   in   his   chair   again。   〃Rochester   knew   his   friend   had
  heart disease and that   his sudden death   would be attributed to it … so he
  took a sporting chance and administered a fatal dose of aconitine。〃
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  〃How was it done?〃 asked Clymer。
  〃Just slipped the poison into the glass of water he handed to Turnbull
  in the court room;〃 explained Ferguson; and glanced in triumph at Kent。
  〃Neat; wasn't it?〃
  Kent   regarded   the   detective;   his   mind   in   a   whirl。 His   theory   was
  certainly plausible; but … 〃Have you other evidence to prove; your theory?〃
  he asked。
  〃Yes。〃   Ferguson   checked   off   his   points   on   his   fingers。 〃Remember
  how     insistent  Mr。   Rochester     was   that  Turnbull    had   died   from    angina
  pectoris?〃
  〃I    do;〃   acknowledged        Clymer;      deeply    interested。      〃Continue;
  Ferguson。〃
  The detective needed no second bidding。
  〃Another   point;〃   he   began。     〃There   never   would   have   been   a   post…
  mortem   examination   if   Miss   Helen   McIntyre   hadn't   asked   for   it。      She
  knew     of  the   ill…feeling  between     the  men    and   suspected    foul   play   on
  Rochester's part。〃
  〃Wait;〃    commanded        Kent。   〃Has     Miss   McIntyre     substantiated    that
  statement?〃
  〃Not yet;〃 admitted Ferguson。           〃I stopped at her house; but the butler
  said the young ladies had retired and could not see any one。〃                 Kent; who
  had called there on the way to keep his dinner engagement with Clymer;
  had been met with the same statement; to his bitter disappointment。                    He
  most earnestly desired to see the twins and to see them together; to make
  one more effort to induce them to confide in him; for that they had some
  secret trouble he was convinced; he longed to be of aid; but his hands were
  tied through lack of information。
  〃Don't   imply   motives   to   Miss   McIntyre's   act   until   you   have   verified
  them; Ferguson;〃 he cautioned。           〃Go on with your theories。〃
  〃One moment;〃 Clymer broke into the conversation。                  〃Did Rochester
  tell   you;   Ferguson;     that   he  had    recognized     Turnbull    in   his  burglar
  disguise?〃
  〃No;   sir;   I   never   had   an   opportunity   to   ask   him;   for   he   disappeared
  Tuesday night and has not been seen or heard of since;〃 Ferguson rejoined。