the red seal-第16部分

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〃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。〃

〃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。

〃Hold　on；〃　Kent　checked　him　with　an　impatient　gesture。　　〃I　had　a　telegram　from　Rochester　this　morning；　stating　he　was　in　Cleveland。〃

〃I　didn't　forget　about　the　telegram；〃　retorted　Ferguson。　　〃It　was　to　consult　you　about　that；　that　I　hunted　you　up　to…night。　　That　telegram　was　bogus。〃

〃What！〃　Kent　half　rose　from　his　chair。

〃Yes。　　After　the　inquest　I　called　Cleveland　on　the　long　distance；　talked　with　the　City　Club　officials　and　with　Police　Headquarters；　all　declared　that　Rochester　was　not　there；　and　no　trace　could　be　found　of　his　having　ever　arrived　in　the　city。〃

Clymer　laid　down　his　half　smoked　cigar　and　stared　at　the　detective。

〃You　think　then　that　Rochester　has　bolted？〃　he　asked。

〃It　looks　that　way；〃　insisted　Ferguson。　　〃How　about　it；　Mr。　Kent？〃　The　question　was　put　with　a　touch　of　arrogance。

Kent　did　not　reply　immediately。　　Every　fact　that　Ferguson　had　brought　out　fitted　the　situation；　and　Rochester's　disappearance　added　color　to　the　detective's　charges。　　Why　was　he　hiding　unless　from　guilty　motives；　and　where　had　he　gone？　　Kent　shook　a　bewildered　head。

〃It　is　plausible；〃　he　conceded；　〃but；　after　all；　only　circumstantial　evidence。〃

〃Well；　circumstantial　evidence　is　good　enough　for　me　to　work　on；〃　retorted　Ferguson。　　〃On　discovering　that　the　telegram　from　Cleveland　was　a　hoax；　I　concluded　Ferguson　might　be　lurking　around　Washington　and　so　sent　a　description　of　him　to　the　different　precincts　and　secured　a　search　warrant。〃

〃You　did？〃

〃Yes。　　　Armed　with　it　I　visited　Mr。　Rochester's　apartment；　but　couldn't　find　a　clew　to　his　present　whereabouts；〃　admitted　Ferguson。　〃So　then　I　went　to　your　office；　Mr。　Kent；　and　ransacked　the　firm's　safe。〃

〃Confound　you！〃　　Kent　leaned　forward　in　his　wrath　and　shook　his　fist　at　the　detective。　　〃What　right　had　you　to　do　such　a　thing？〃

〃The　search　warrant　covered　it；〃　explained　Ferguson。　　〃I　could　look　through　your　safe；　Mr。　Kent；　because　Rochester　was　your　senior　partner　and　you　shared　the　office　together；　I　was　within　the　law。〃

〃Perhaps　you　were；〃　Kent　controlled　his　anger　with　an　effort。　　〃But　I　had　told　you　I　did　not　know　Rochester's　whereabouts　before　I　showed　you　the　Cleveland　telegram；　which　you　claim　is　bogus。〃

〃It's　bogus；　all　right；〃　insisted　the　detective。　　〃I　thought　it　just　possible　I　might　find　some　paper　which　would　give　me　a　clew　to　Rochester's　hiding　place；　so　I　went　through　the　safe。〃

〃How　did　you　get　it　open？〃　asked　Kent。

〃I　found　it　open。〃

Kent　leapt　to　his　feet。　　〃You　…　found　…　it　open！　〃…　he　stammered。　〃Why；　man；　I　locked　that　safe　securely　just　before　I　left　the　office　at　six　o'clock。〃

Sure？〃

Absolutely　certain。〃

〃Were　you　alone？〃

〃Yes；　all　alone。　　Sylvester　left　at　five　o'clock〃

〃Who　knew　the　combination　of　the　safe？〃

〃Only　Rochester　and　I。〃

It　was　Ferguson's　turn　to　spring　up　〃By　…！〃　he　exclaimed。　　〃I　thought　the　electric　bulbs　in　the　office　felt　warm；　as　if　they　had　recently　been　burning　…　Rochester　must　have　been　there　just　before　me。〃

〃It　would　seem　that　Rochester　is　still　in　the　city；〃　remarked　Clymer。　〃Do　you　know；　Kent；　whether　he　had　his　office　keys　with　him？〃

〃I　presume　so；〃　Kent　slipped　his　hand　inside　his　pocket　and　took　out　a　bunch　of　keys。　　〃He　left　these　duplicates　in　his　desk　at　the　office。〃

〃Sure　they　are　duplicates？〃　questioned　Ferguson；　and　Kent　flushed。

〃I　know　they　are；〃　he　retorted。　　〃Rochester　had　them　made　over　a　year　ago　as　a　matter　of　convenience；　for　he　was　always　forgetting　his　keys；　and　kept　these　at　our　office。〃

〃He's　a　queer　cuss；〃　was　the　detective's　only　comment　and　Clymer　broke　into　the　conversation。

〃Did　you　find　any　address　or　paper　in　the　safe　which　might　prove　a　clew；　Ferguson？〃　he　inquired。

〃Nothing；　not　even　a　scrap　of　paper；〃　and　the　detective's　tone　was　glum。

〃Did　the　safe　look　as　if　its　contents　had　been　tumbled　about？〃　asked　Kent。

〃No；　everything　seemed　in　order。〃　　Ferguson　thrust　his　hand　inside　his　coat　pocket。　　〃There　was　one　envelope　in　the　right　hand　compartment　which　puzzled　me　…〃

〃Hold　on　…　was　that　compartment　also　unlocked？〃　asked　Kent。

〃It　was；〃　not　giving　Kent　time　to　speak　again　Ferguson　continued　his　remarks。　　〃As　this　was　unaddressed　I　brought　it　to　you；　Mr。　Kent；　to　ask　if　it　was　your　personal　property〃　…　he　drew　out　the　white　envelope　which　Helen　McIntyre　had　brought　Kent　that　morning　and　turned　it　over　so　that　both　men　could　see　the　large　red　seal　bearing　the　letter　〃B。〃

〃It　is　my　property；〃　asserted　Kent　instantly。

〃Would　you　mind　opening　it？〃　asked　Ferguson。

〃I　would；　most　certainly；　it　relates　to　my　personal　affairs。〃

Ferguson　looked　a　trifle　non…plussed。　　〃Would　you　mind　telling　me　its　contents；　Mr。　Kent？〃　he　asked　persuasively。

Kent　regarded　the　detective　squarely。　　He　could　not　betray　Helen；　the　envelope　might　contain　harmless　nonsense；　but　she　had　placed　it　in　his　safe…keeping　…　no；　confound　it；　she　had　left　it　in　the　safe　for　Rochester　…　and　Rochester　was　apparently　a　fugitive　from　justice；　while　circumstantial　evidence　pointed　to　his　having　poisoned　Helen's　lover；　Jimmie。。。

〃If　you　must　know；　Ferguson；〃　Kent　spoke　with　deliberation。　　〃They　are　old　love　letters　of　mine。〃

Clymer　glanced　down　at　the　envelope　which　the　detective　still　held；　the　red　seal　making　a　distinct　blotch　of　color　on　the　white；　glazed　surface。

〃Ah；　Kent；〃　he　said　in　amusement。　　〃So　rumor　is　right　in　predicting　your　engagement　to　Barbara　McIntyre。　　Good　luck　to　you！〃

Through　the　open　doorway　to　the　dining　room　where　the　dancing　had　ceased　for　the　moment；　came　a　soft　laugh　and　Mrs。　Brewster　looked　in　at　them。　　McIntyre；　standing　like　her　shadow；　gazed　in　curiosity　over　her　shoulder　at　the　three　men。

〃How　jolly　to　find　you；〃　cooed　Mrs。　Brewster。　　〃And　what　a　charming　retreat！　　It's　much　too　nice　to　be　occupied　by　men；　only。〃　　She　inclined　her　head　in　a　little　gracious　bow　to　Ferguson　and　stepped　inside。

〃Have　my　chair；〃　suggested　Clymer　hospitably　as　the　pretty　widow　raised　her　lorgnette　and　scanned　the　Oriental　hangings　and　lamps；　and　lastly；　the　white　envelope　which　lay　on　the　table；　red　seal　uppermost；　where　Ferguson　had　placed　it　on　her　entrance。

〃Are　your　daughters　here；　Colonel　McIntyre？〃　asked　Kent　as　he　took　a　step　toward　the　table。　　McIntyre's　answer　was　drowned　in　an　outburst　of　cheering　in　the　dining　room　and　the　rush　of　many　feet。　On　common　impuls