amount of surprise and awe.
I think the inspector was annoyed with me for declining to get thrilled. he picked up the china mug and invited me to accompany him to the billiard room.
‘I want to see if Mr Raymond can tell us anything about this dagger,’ he explained.
Locking the outer door behind us again, we made our way to the billiard room, where we found Geoffrey Raymond. The inspector held up his exhibit.
‘Ever seen this before, Mr Raymond?’
‘Why – I believe – I’m almost sure that is a curio given to Mr Ackroyd by Major Blunt. It comes from Morocco – no, Tunis. So the crime was committed with that? What an extraordinary thing. It seems almost impossible, and yet there could hardly be two daggers the same. May I fetch Major Blunt?’
Without waiting for an answer, he hurried off.
‘Nice young fellow that,’ said the inspector. ‘Something honest and ingenuous about him.’
I agreed. In the two years that Geoffrey Raymond has been secretary to Ackroyd, I have never seen him ruffled or out of temper. And he has been, I know, a most efficient secretary.
In a minute or two Raymond returned, accompanied by Blunt.
‘I was right,’ said Raymond excitedly. ‘It is the Tunisian dagger.’
‘Major Blunt hasn’t looked at it yet,’ objected the inspector.
‘Saw it the moment I came into the study,’ said the quiet man.
‘You recognized it, then?’
Blunt nodded.
‘You said nothing about it,’ said the inspector suspiciously.
‘Wrong moment,’ said Blunt. ‘Lot of harm done by blurting out things at the wrong time.’
He returned the inspector’s stare placidly enough. The latter grunted at last and turned away.
He brought the dagger over to Blunt. ‘You’re quite sure about it, sir. You identify it positively?’
‘Absolutely. No doubt whatever.’
‘Where was this – er – curio usually kept? can you tell me that, sir?’
It was the secretary who answered.
‘In the silver table in the drawing-room.’
‘What?’ I exclaimed.
The others looked at me.
‘Yes, doctor?’ said the inspector encouragingly. ‘It’s nothing,’ said the inspector again, still encouragingly.
‘It’s so trivial,’ I explained apologetically. ‘Only that when I arrived last night for dinner I heard the lid of the silver table being shut down in the drawing-room.’
I saw profound scepticism and a trace of suspicion on the inspector’s countenance.
‘How did you know it was the silver table lid?’
I was forced to explain in detail – a long, tedious explanation which I would infinitely rather not have had to make.
The inspector heard me to the end.
‘Was the dagger in its place when you were looking over the contents?’ he asked.
‘I don’t know,’ I said. ‘I can’t say I remember noticing it – but, of course, it may have been there all the time.’
‘We’d better get hold of the housekeeper,’ remarked the inspector, and pulled the bell.
A few minutes later Miss Russell, summoned by Parker, entered the room.
‘I don’t think I went near the silver table,’ she said, when the inspector had posed his question. ‘I was looking to see that all the flowers were fresh. oh! yes, I remember now. The silver table was open – which it had no business to be, and I shut the lid down as I passed.’
She looked at him aggressively.
‘I see,’ said the inspector. ‘Can you tell me if this dagger was in its place then?’
Miss Russell looked at the weapon composedly.
‘I can’t say I’m sure,’ she replied. ‘I didn’t stop to look. I knew the family would be down any minute, and I wanted to get away.’
‘Thank you,’ said the inspector.
There was just a trace of hesitation in his manner, as though he would have liked to question her further, but Miss Russell clearly accepted the words as a dismissal, and glided from the room.
‘Rather a Tartar, I should fancy, eh?’ said the inspector, looking after her. ‘Let me see. This silver table is in front of one of the windows, I think you said, doctor?’
Raymond answered for me.
‘Yes, the left-hand window.’
‘And the window was open?’
‘They were both ajar.’
‘Well, I don’t think we need go into the question much further. Somebody – I’ll just say somebody – could get that dagger any time he liked, and exactly when he got it doesn’t matter in the least. I’ll be coming up in the morning with the chief constable, Mr Raymond. until then, I’ll keep the key of that door. I want colonel Melrose to see everything exactly as it is. I happen to know that he’s dining out the other side of the county, and, I believe, staying the night…’
We watched the inspector take up the jar.
‘I shall have to pack this carefully,’ he observed. ‘It’s going to be an important piece of evidence in more ways than one.’
A few minutes later as I came out of the billiard room with Raymond, the latter gave a low chuckle of amusement. I felt the pressure of his hand on my arm, and followed the direction of his eyes. Inspector Davis seemed to be inviting Parker’s opinion of a small pocket diary.
‘A little obvious,’ murmured my companion. ‘So Parker is the suspect, is he? Shall we oblige Inspector Davis with a set of our fingerprints also?’
He took two cards from the card tray, wiped them with his silk handkerchief, then handed one to me and took the other himself. Then, with a grin, he handed them to the police inspector.
‘Souvenirs,’ he said. ‘No. 1. dr Sheppard; No. 2, my humble self. one from Major Blunt will be forthcoming in the morning.’
Youth is very buoyant. even the brutal murder of his friend and employer could not dim Geoffrey Raymond’s spirits for long. Perhaps that is as it should be. I do not know. I have lost the quality of resilience long since myself.
It was very late when I got back, and I hoped that Caroline would have gone to bed. I might have
