occasionsââ
âYes,â said Mr. Satterthwaite. âAnd thatâs not going to be as simple a matter as one might think, on the face of it. Weâve got toomany common factors. Do you realize, Cartwright, that practically every person who was present at the dinner at your house was present here?â
Sir Charles nodded.
âOf course Iâve realized thatâbut do you realize what deduction one can draw from it?â
âI donât quite follow you, Cartwright?â
âDash it all, man, do you suppose thatâs coincidence? No, it was meant. Why are all the people who were at the first death present at the second? Accident? Not on your life. It was planâdesignâTollieâs plan.â
âOh!â said Mr. Satterthwaite. âYes, itâs possibleâ¦.â
âItâs certain. You didnât know Tollie as well as I did, Satterthwaite. He was a man who kept his own counsel, and a very patient man. In all the years Iâve known him Iâve never known Tollie give utterance to a rash opinion or judgment.
âLook at it this way: Babbingtonâs murderedâyes, murdered âIâm not going to hedge, or mince termsâmurdered one evening in my house. Tollie ridicules me gently for my suspicions in the matter, but all the time heâs got suspicions of his own. He doesnât talk about themâthatâs not his way. But quietly, in his own mind, heâs building up a case. I donât know what he had to build upon. It canât, I think, be a case against any one particular person. He believed that one of those people was responsible for the crime, and he made a plan, a test of some kind to find out which person it was.â
âWhat about the other guests, the Edens and the Campbells?â
âCamouflage. It made the whole thing less obvious.â
âWhat do you think the plan was?â
Sir Charles shrugged his shouldersâan exaggerated foreigngesture. He was Aristide Duval, that mastermind of the Secret Service. His left foot limped as he walked.
âHow can we know? I am not a magician. I cannot guess. But there was a planâ¦It went wrong, because the murderer was just one degree cleverer than Tollie thoughtâ¦He struck firstâ¦.â
âHe?â
âOr she. Poison is as much a womanâs weapon as a manâsâmore so.â
Mr. Satterthwaite was silent. Sir Charles said:
âCome now, donât you agree? Or are you on the side of public opinion? â The butlerâs the man. He done it. ââ
âWhatâs your explanation of the butler?â
âI havenât thought about him. In my view he doesnât matterâ¦I could suggest an explanation.â
âSuch as?â
âWell, say that the police are right so farâEllis is a professional criminal, working in, shall we say, with a gang of burglars. Ellis obtains this post with false credentials. Then Tollie is murdered. What is Ellisâs position? A man is killed, and in the house is a man whose fingerprints are at Scotland Yard, and who is known to the police. Naturally he gets the wind up and bolts.â
âBy the secret passage?â
âSecret passage be damned. He dodged out of the house while one of the fatheaded constables who were watching the house was taking forty winks.â
âIt certainly seems more probable.â
âWell, Satterthwaite, whatâs your view?â
âMine?â said Mr. Satterthwaite. âOh, itâs the same as yours. It has been all along. The butler seems to me a very clumsy red herring. I believe that Sir Bartholomew and poor old Babbington were killed by the same person.â
âOne of the house party?â
âOne of the house party.â
There was silence for a minute or two, and then Mr. Satterthwaite asked casually:
âWhich of them do you think it was?â
âMy God, Satterthwaite, how can I
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