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the case of the golden bullet-第4部分

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ever happens here; and a gift like Muller's needs occupation to keep
it fresh。  I'm afraid his talents will dull and wither here。  The
man has grown perceptibly older in this inaction。  His mind is like
a high…bred horse that needs exercise to keep it in good condition。〃

〃He hasn't grown rich at his work; either;〃 said Horn。

〃No; there's not much chance for a police detective to get rich。
I've often wondered why Muller never had the energy to set up in
business for himself。  He might have won fame and fortune as a
private detective。  But he's gone on plodding along as a police
subordinate; and letting the department get all the credit for his
most brilliant achievements。  It's a sort of incorrigible humbleness
of nature … and then; you know; he had the misfortune to be unjustly
sentenced to a term in prison in his early youth。〃

〃No; I did not know that。〃

〃The stigma stuck to his name; and finally drove him to take up
this work。  I don't think Muller realised; when he began; just
how greatly he is gifted。  I don't know that he really knows now。
He seems to do it because he likes it … he's a queer sort of man。〃

While the commissioners drove through the streets to the police
station the man of whom they were speaking sat in Johann's little
room in close consultation with the valet。

〃How long is it since the Professor began to give you money to go
to the theatre on Saturday evenings?〃

The first time it happened was on my name day。  〃What's the rest
of your name?  There are so many Johanns on the calendar。〃

〃I am Johann Nepomuk。〃

Muller took a little calendar from his pocket and turned its pages。
〃It was May sixteenth;〃 volunteered the valet。

〃Quite right。  May sixteenth was a Saturday。  And since then you
have gone to the theatre every Saturday evening?〃

〃Yes; sir。

〃When did the owner of the house go away?〃

〃Last April。  His wife was ill and he had to take her away。  They
went to Italy。〃

〃And you two have been alone in the house since April?〃

〃Yes; sir; we two。〃

〃Was there no janitor?〃

〃No; sir。  The garden was taken care of by a man who came in for
the day。〃

〃And you had no dog?  I haven't seen any around the place。〃

〃No; sir; the Professor did not like animals。  But he must have
been thinking about buying a dog; because I found a new dog…whip
in his room one day。〃

〃Somebody might have left it there。  One usually buys the dog
first and then the whip。〃

〃Yes; sir。  But there wasn't anybody here to forget it。  The
Professor did not receive any visits at that time。〃

〃Why are you so sure of that?〃

〃Because it was the middle of summer; and everybody was away。〃

Oh; then; we won't bother about the whip。  Can you tell me of any
ladies with whom the Professor was acquainted?〃

〃Ladies?  I don't know of any。  Of course; the Professor was
invited out a good deal; and most of the other gentlemen from the
college were married。〃

〃Did he ever receive letters from ladies?〃 continued Muller。

Johann thought the matter over; then confessed that he knew very
little about writing and couldn't read handwriting very well anyway。
But he remembered to have seen a letter now and then; a little
letter with a fine and delicate handwriting。

〃Have you any of these envelopes?〃 asked Muller。  But Johann told
him that in spite of his usual carelessness in such matters;
Professor Fellner never allowed these letters to lie about his room。

Finally the detective came out with the question to which he had
been leading up。  〃Did your master ever receive visits from ladies?

Johann looked extremely stupid at this moment。  His lack of
intelligence and a certain crude sensitiveness in his nature made
him take umbrage at what appeared to him a very unnecessary question。
He answered it with a shake of the head only。  Muller smiled at the
young man's ill…concealed indignation and paid no attention to it。

〃Your master has been here for about a year。 Where was he before
that?〃

〃In the capital。〃

〃You were in his service then?〃

〃I have been with him for three years。〃

〃Did he know any ladies in his former home?〃

〃There was one … I think he was engaged to her。〃

〃Why didn't he marry her?〃

〃I don't know。〃

〃What was her name?〃

〃Marie。  That's all I know about it。〃

〃Was she beautiful?〃

〃I never saw her。  The only way I knew about her was when the
Professor's friends spoke of her。〃

〃Did he have many friends?〃

〃There were ever so many gentlemen whom he called his friends。〃

〃Take me into the garden now。〃

〃Yes; sir。〃  Muller took his hat and coat and followed the valet
into the garden。  It was of considerable size; carefully and
attractively planned; and pleasing even now when the bare twigs
bent under their load of snow。

〃Now think carefully; Johann。  We had a full moon last night。  Don't
you remember seeing any footsteps in the garden; leading away from
the house?〃 asked Muller; as they stood on the snow…covered paths。

Johann thought it over carefully; then said decidedly; 〃No。  At
least I don't remember anything of the kind。  There was a strong
wind yesterday anyway; and the snow drifts easily out here。  No
tracks could remain clear for long。〃

The men walked down the straight path which led to the little gate
in the high wall。  This gate had a secret lock; which; however; was
neither hard to find nor hard to open。  Muller managed it with ease;
and looked out through the gate on the street beyond。  The broad
promenade; deserted now in its winter snowiness; led away in one
direction to the heart of the city。  In the other it ended in the
main county high…road。  This was a broad; well…made turnpike; with
footpath and rows of trees。  A half…hour's walk along it would bring
one to the little village clustering about the Archduke's favourite
hunting castle。  There was a little railway station near the castle;
but it was used only by suburban trains or for the royal private car。

Muller did not intend to burden his brain with unnecessary facts;
so with his usual thoroughness he left the further investigation of
what lay beyond the gate; until he had searched the garden thoroughly。
But even for his sharp eyes there was no trace to be found that
would tell of the night visit of the murderer。

〃In which of the pails did you put the key to the side door?〃 he
asked。

〃In the first pail on the right hand side。  But be careful; sir;
there's a nail sticking out of the post there。  The wind tore off
a piece of wood yesterday。〃

The warning came too late。  Muller's sleeve tore apart with a sharp
sound just as Johann spoke; for the detective had already plunged
his hand into the pail。  The bottom of the bucket was easy to reach;
as this one hung much lower than the others。  Looking regretfully
at the rent in his coat; Muller asked for needle and thread that
he might repair it sufficiently to get home。

〃Oh; don't bother about sewing it; I'll lend you one of mine;〃
exclaimed Johann。  〃I'll carry this one home for you; for I'm not
going to stay here alone … I'd be afraid。  I'm going to a friend's
house。  You can find me there any time you need me。  You'd better
take the key of the apartment and give it to the police。〃

The detective had no particular fondness for the task of sewing;
and he was glad to accept the valet's friendly offering。  He was
rather astonished at the evident costliness of the garment the
young man handed him; and when he spoke of it; the valet could
not say enough in praise of the kindness of his late master。  He
pulled out several other articles of clothing; which; like the
overcoat; had been given to him by Fellner。  Then he packed up
a few necessities and announced himself as ready to start。  He
insisted on carrying the torn coat; and Muller permitted it after
some protest。  They carefully closed the apartment and the house;
and walked toward the centre of the city to the police station;
where Muller lived。

As they crossed the square; it suddenly occurred to Johann that he
had no tobacco。  He was a great smoker; and as he had many days of
enforced idleness ahead of him; he ran into a tobacco shop to
purchase a sufficiency of this necessity of life。

Muller waited outside; and his attention was attracted by a large
grey Ulmer hound which was evidently waiting for some one within
the shop。  The dog came up to him in a most friendly manner; allowed
him to pat its head; rubbed up against him with every sign of
pleasure; and would not leave him even when he turned to go after
Johann came out of the shop。  Still accompanied by the dog; the two
men walked on quite a distance; when a sharp whistle was heard
behind them; and the dog became uneasy。  He would not leave them;
however; until a powerful voice called 〃Tristan!〃 several times。
Muller turned and saw that Tristan's master was a tall; stately man
wearing a handsome fur overcoat。

It was impossible to recognise his face at this distance; for the
snowflakes were whirling thickly in the air。  But Muller was not
particularly anxious to recognise the stranger; as he had his head
full of more important thoughts。

When Johann had given his new address and remarked that he would
call for his coat soon; the men parted; and Muller returned to
the police station。

The next day the principal newspaper of the town printed the
following notice:

                      THE GOLDEN BULLET

  It is but a few days since we announced to our readers the sad
  news of the death of a beautiful woman; whose leap from her
  window; while suffering from the agonies of fever; destroyed
  the happiness of an unusually harmonious marriage。  And now we
  are compelled to print the news of another equally sad as well
  as mysterious occurrence。  This time; Fate has demanded the
  sacrifice of the life of a capable and promising young man。
  Professor Paul Fellner; a member of the faculty of our college;
  was found dead at his desk yesterday morning。  It was thought at
  first that it was a case of suicide; for doors and windows were
  carefully closed from within and those who discovered the corpse
  were obliged to break open one of the doors to get to it。  And
  a revolver was found lying close 
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