When he was able to get some words out, seconds before he died, Conk Farnham and I were sure we heard him say, The heroine,â an unmistakable accusation of you, Joan. You were heroine of the play, and Benedict didnât knowâor, as it turned out, didnât rememberâyour name.
âBut then the tooth-mark test proved Joanâs innocence. Dying men may accuse innocent persons falsely in mystery stories, but in life they show a deplorably simple respect for the truth. So Benedict couldnât have meant the heroine of the play. He must have meant a word that sounded like heroine but meant something else. Thereâs only one word that sounds like heroine-with-an-e, and thatâs heroin-without-an-e.
âThe fact was,â Ellery continued, âat the very last, Benedict wasnât answering my who-did-it question at all. His dying mind had rambled off to another element of the crime. Heroin. The narcotic.â
He emptied his coffee cup, and Chief Newby hastily refilled it.
âBut no dope was found,â Joan protested. âWhere could dope have come into it?â
âJust what I asked myself. To answer it called for reconstructing the situation.
âWhen the act ended, Benedict entered the star dressing room for the first time. He had forgotten to bring along his make-up kit and Arch Dullman had told him to use the make-up in the dressing room. In view of Benedictâs dying statement, it was now clear that he must have opened one of the boxes, perhaps labeled make-up powder, and instead of finding powder in it he found heroin.â
âBenedictâs finding of the dope just pointed to the killer,â Newby objected. âYou claimed to be dead certain.â
âI was. I had another line to him that tied him to the killing hand and foot,â Ellery said. âThusly:
âThe killer obviously didnât get to the dressing room until Benedict was already thereâif heâd been able to beat Benedict to the room no murder would have been necessary. Heâd simply have taken the heroin and walked out.
âSo now I had him standing outside the dressing room, with Benedict inside exploring the unfamiliar make-up materials, one box of which contained the heroin.
âLetâs take a good look at this killer. Heâs in a panic. He has to shut Benedictâs mouth about the dope before, as it were, Benedict can open it. And thereâs the tool chest a step or two from the door, the tape-handled knife lying temptingly in the tray.
âKiller therefore grabs knife.
âNow he has the knife clutched in one hot little hand. All he has to do is open the dressing-room door with the otherââ
âWhich he canât do!â Newby exclaimed.
âExactly. The haft of the knife showed his teeth marksâhe had held the knife in his mouth. A man with two normal hands who must grip a knife in one and open a door with the other has no need to put the knife in his mouth. Plainly, then, he didnât have the use of both hands. One must have been incapacitated.
âAnd that could mean only Mark Manson, one of whose hands was in a cast that extended to the elbow.â
Joan made a face. âReally, Roger, was it necessary to break his wrist all over again last night?â
âI didnât like where heâd aimed that kick.â Roger grinned at her and she yanked her hand away, blushing. He promptly recaptured it.
âDonât mind these two,â Newby said. âYou sure make it sound easy, Queen!â
âI shouldnât have explained,â Ellery sighed. âWell, the rest followed easily, at any rate. The night before, the hospital said they would keep Manson under observation for twenty-four hours. So he must have been discharged too late on opening night to get to the theater before the play started. He must have arrived during intermission.
âWith the audience in the alleys and the fire-exit