thoroughlyâeh, what?â
Going to the telephone he called the District Attorneyâs office, and I heard him make an appointment with Markham for lunch at the Stuyvesant Club.
âWhat about that Nadelmann statuette at Stieglitzâs,â I asked, remembering the reason for my presence at Vanceâs that morning.
âI ainât 2 in the mood for Greek simplifications to-day,â he answered, turning again to his newspapers.
To say that I was surprised at his attitude is to express it mildly. In all my association with him I had never known him to forgo his enthusiasm for art in favour of any other divertisement; and heretofore anything pertaining to the law and its operations had failed to interest him. I realised, therefore, that something of an unusual nature was at work in his brain, and I refrained from further comment.
Markham was a little late for the appointment at the Club, and Vance and I were already at our favourite corner-table when he arrived.
âWell, my good Lycurgus,â Vance greeted him, âaside from the fact that several new and significant clues have been unearthed and that the public may expect importantdevelopments in the very near future, and all that sort of tosh, how are things really going?â
Markham smiled.
âI see you have been reading the newspapers. What do you think of the accounts?â
âTypical, no doubt,â replied Vance. âThey carefully and painstakingly omit nothing but the essentials.â
âIndeed?â Markhamâs tone was jocular. âAnd what, may I ask, do you regard as the essentials of the case?â
âIn my foolish amateur way,â said Vance, âI looked upon dear Alvinâs toupee as a rather conspicuous essential, donât yâknow.â
âBenson, at any rate, regarded it in that light, I imagineâ¦. Anything else?â
âWell, there was the collar and tie on the chiffonier.â
âAnd,â added Markham chaffingly, âdonât overlook the false teeth in the tumbler.â
âYouâre posâtively coruscatinâ!â Vance exclaimed. âYes, they, too, were an essential of the situation. And Iâll warrant the imcompârable Heath didnât even notice them. But the other Aristotles present were equally sketchy in their observations.
âYou werenât particularly impressed by the investigation yesterday, I take it,â said Markham.
âOn the contrary,â Vance assured him, âI was impressed to the point of stupefaction. The whole proceedings constituted a masterpiece of absurdity. Everything relevant was sublimely ignored. There were at least a dozen
points de départ
, all leading in the same direction, but not one of them apparently was even noticed by any of the officiating
pourparleurs
. Everybody was too busy at such silly occupations as looking for cigarette-ends and inspecting the ironwork at the windowsâthose grilles, by the way, were rather attractiveâFlorentine design.â
Markham was both amused and ruffled.
âOneâs pretty safe with the police, Vance,â he said. âThey get there eventually.â
âI simply adore your trusting nature,â murmured Vance. âBut confide in me: what do you know regarding Bensonâs murder?â
Markham hesitated.
âThis is, of course, in confidence,â he said at length; âbut this morning, right after you âphoned, one of the men I had put to work on the amatory end of Bensonâs life, reported that he had found the woman who left her handbag and gloves at the house that nightâthe initials on the handkerchief gave him the clue. And he dug up some interesting facts about her. As I suspected, she was Bensonâs dinner companion that evening. Sheâs an actressâmusical comedy, I believe. Muriel St. Clair by name.â
âMost unfortunate,â breathed Vance. âI was hoping,
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