John Carr - The Reader Is Warned
H. M. had already uttered a groan. But he uttered a deeper one when they found, on die last page but one, an oblong piece of the page - article, name of paper, and date, if any - jaggedly cut out with a pair of scissors.
'She was takin' no chances,' said H. M. 'And she could burn that much of it, anyway. Masters, we're licked.'
'Did you hope for as much as that from the book?'
'I don't mean it does us down entirely. Humph, maybe not. But I sort of had a feeling that I could prove I was right to myself, and prove it to other people too. If there'd been one little thing in this book, just one little thing...'
He tapped it with his finger. Afterwards he blundered across in the dark and sat down in a big chair. Faint lightning showed against the streaming windows behind him.
Masters shook his head.
'Afraid it's not much good, sir. If we had any ghost of a line to work on at all, I could have put the organization to work and it's ten to one we'd have run down the press-cutting you want. But there's not a ruddy thing to go by! We don't know what paper it might have been in: not even the country, because there are American and French here too. We don't know the day or the month or even the year. We don't even know what kind of an article we're looking for. If,' - the chief inspector's voice yelped out with exasperation - 'if you could just give me some idea what line you're working on, and what it is you want to prove?'
H. M. put his head in his hands. Dimly they could see that he was ruffling the two tufts of hair at either side of his temples.
'Uh-huh. Sure. I know all the difficulties. Mina Shields didn't have a secretary. She didn't even subscribe to a press-cutting bureau; I took mighty good care to look into that. As to what I want to prove, I can tell you short and sweet.'
‘Well?'
'I want to prove that a person may be dead, and yet at the same time be alive.'
There was nobody in that room who liked the surroundings any better for this remark. Nor was the situation improved by H.M.'s ghostly chuckle.
'Ho, ho. So you're convinced I'm off my onion at last, are you? Ruin of noble intellect. No, my lad. I mean exactly what I say. You're also overlookin' the motive in this case.’* You wouldn't believe me when I told you there was such a thing as a Judas Window; but I showed you one, didn't I?'
'Maybe you did and maybe you didn't. But you're blooming well not going to show me a living corpse, and neither is anybody eke. Not while I keep my own sanity you won't. I'm fed up, Sir Henry, and that's a fact. I thought you'd gone the limit before, but this beats anything I ever heard of. You can take your astral projections and your
*‘ A very just remark, I can see now. The motive for murder, though fully indicated in the text, is not obvious on the surface; and it involves indeed, a legal point. Anyone interested in solving the problem may be advised to look carefully below the surface. The reader is warned. - J. S.
green candles and your Gamage fountains and your living corpses, and you can -' 'Oho? Scared, are you?'
'May I ask, Sir Henry, who you're calling scared?'
'You, Masters. You've really got the wind up at last. You're beginning to be scared of this house and everything in it. Now aren't you?'
'No, sir, I am not. I deny -'
'Look at you jump, then, over a little bit of thunder! Ain't you ashamed of yourself: honestly, now?'
'Steady on!' advised Dr Sanders, in genuine concern. 'You'll have him chewing the carpet in a minute.'
'Listen to me,' said H. M. suddenly, in such a sharp, quiet voice that they all fell silent. Sanders almost imagined that he could see a wicked eye gleam from the chair. 'Ah, that's better. Now then: do you want to catch the murderer?'
'Of course I want to catch the murderer.'
'Right! Then if you won't listen to scientific facts, I'll give you somethin' more practical to chew on than the carpet. Listen to our line of attack. Our attack begins to-morrow. It may take a lot of moves and a long time, but we got a chance and that's all I want. We start at the inquest. Now Pennik thinks he's goin' to make an unholy spectacle of himself at that inquest. He's not; or at least we make him think he's not. We've got to get permission for this, but I think I can wangle it. We issue a statement that -'
PART IV
MORNING
Concerning the End of It
press
Daily Non-Stop: Wednesday, May 4th, 1938 (banner headline)
PENNIK BARRED FROM INQUEST ON ALLEGED VICTIM: TRIES TELEFORCE TONIGHT
Daily Trumpeter
CONSTABLE INQUEST 'NOT OPEN TO PUBLIC'
government muddle
TELEFORCE—PARIS TO-NIGHT
News-Record
PENNIK PROMISES NEW VICTIM; ANSWERS CHALLENGE TO-NIGHT
but self-styled killer cannot attend inquest on his victim
Daily Wireless
SIR HENRY MERRIVALE:
Exclusive Interview TELEFORCE TELEFORCE TELEFORCE
... yet smile as we may over certain statements which have been forced upon our attention, the thoughtful man cannot but view with concern a more serious consideration which has to-day arisen: a threat to those individual liberties which we justly hold so dear. An inquest held behind locked doors, an inquest to which the general public are denied entrance, is a bold step for which some explanation is surely due. The Government have acted wisely and well; now let them inquire into the identity of, and deal suitably with, the author of this remarkable measure, the responsibility for which cannot rest entirely upon the shoulders of Mr Freedyce the coroner.
Go in' out to see what 'appens, Mrs Topham? Cor lumme, not 'arf I
CHAPTER XVII
The town hall at Grovetop, where the inquest was held, was a more pretentious example of Victorian stone scrollwork than the town seemed to deserve. But there was nothing pretentious about the part of it where the inquest took place. This was a long, low, semi-underground room, through whose barred windows you could see the legs of passers-by on the green outside. It smelt like a schoolroom. It was dark and nearly always chilly, despite the dingy asbestos-covered furnace-pipes across the ceiling; and echoes went up from the stone floor.
A white-shaded lamp hung down over the coroner's table, with the witness-chair beside it. A sort of dais held the jury, who breathed hard. The rest of that dim room was taken up with rows of naked chairs; for only a few people sat in the front row. But if business here seemed cold and formal, it was counteracted by the jovial roar of sound outside. You could see many legs (and faces) beyond the windows.
'I will have silence in this court,' said the coroner, flinging his notes all over the table. This is really intolerable. Sergeant!'
‘Yes, sir?'
'Be good enough to close that window. We cannot even hear what the witness is saying.' 'Very good, sir.'
'I cannot endure this. What are all those people doing there? Why don't you disperse them?'
'Well, sir, it's a pretty big crowd. They're piled up twenty deep from Gross's end of the High Street to the main road. I never saw such a jam hereabouts since they brought down a zep on Heidegger's farm during the war.'
'Sergeant, I am not concerned if the entire population of London has chosen to honour us. I have my instructions and I mean to abide by them. Go and send them away. Is the arm of the law entirely powerless? - Good God, what is that?'
'It sounds like an accordion, sir.' 'Does it, indeed?'
'Yes, sir. Joe Crowley playing John Peel. He -'
'I do not care if it is Rachmaninoff playing his Prelude.
He cannot play it outside my court. Will you go and send
them away? 'Very good, sir.'
'Yes. Now. Gentlemen of this jury. I am very sorry, gentlemen, to have both you and myself subjected to this annoyance. If you can shut your ears against it, let us proceed with the examination of the last witness. Dr Sanders.'
Sanders, in the witness-chair, looked round. He was thinking that he had never seen a drearier-looking place than this long schoolroom. Out of the gloom the wooden faces of H. M., of Masters, of Superintendent Belcher, of Dr Edge, of Lawrence Chase, who had formally identified the body. All of them were very quiet.
But it seemed to him that the jury were bursting.
'Now, Doctor! You have given us a very clear and concise statement as to your examination of the deceased, both immediately after death and at the post-mortem. You would say that your examination was exhaustive?'
'I should.'
'I take it, then, that you agree with the opinion already given to us by Dr Edge? 'I do.'
'Now, then! Move along there! Mo-we along!' "Ere! Ooyer shovin'?' 'Moo-ve along, now! Mo-ove along!' 'Yah! Think yer almighty big in that 'elmet, don'tcher? Boo! Ssssss! Boo!' 'All together, boys:
"D'ye ken Bobbie Peel with his helmet so gay, D'ye ken Bobbie Peel at the break of day" -'
'Will someone be good enough to close that other window? Thank you, Inspector. I would rather stifle than go deaf. A strong line, I am afraid, must be taken. Now, Dr Sanders.'
Sanders gave mechanical replies. His head ached dully from sitting up all night over books, and the noise outside did not soothe it. Nagging at the back of his mind was always the realization that Hilary had not gone out with him last night after all, so the first round went to Pennik.
'You further tell us, Doctor, that no organ necessary to life was in any way injured?'
'That is correct.'
'And that, though there are causes by which this condition could have been produced, it is impossible to tell which one of those causes (if any) was responsible for Mr Constable's death?'
'Yes.'
(Damn Pennik and everything connected with him. I could not have slept last night if I had tried. This mere business of suggestion is enough to make the nerves crawl. You imagine things. It's past three o'clock now. The sun will go down presently. Pennik tries out his game on me between nine-forty-five and ten-fifteen to-night. Seven hours to go.)
'Tell me, Doctor. The deceased did not die instantly?'
'No. Quickly, but not instantly. Within two minutes, at any rate.'
'Should you say that he died in pain?'
'In a great deal of pain, yes.'
(Rather humiliating, though, to go round to Hilary's tiny bed-sitting-room flat in Westminster; to reserve a table for them at the Corinthian grill room; and then to find she had gone out already with Pennik, leaving regrets with a charwoman. There was that note, though. 'Please trust me, that's all; I'm working with your H. M. now, and he's got a plan.' But what plan ?)
'may I have your attention, Doctor?'
' I beg your pardon.'
(But what plan? What was behind H. M.'s wooden look?)
'Let us clear up one thing now, Doctor. You place no belief, then, in any suggestion of a supernatural or even supernormal cause of death?' 'No belief whatever.'
'Would you go so far as to say that such a suggestion was nonsense?' ‘I should.'
'In conclusion: we may sum up your opinion by saying that it is impossible for you or me or anyone else to determine the cause of death?'
'Yes.'
'Thank you, Doctor: that will be all.'
One of the jurymen, a red-headed wiry man in a tall collar, who had been fidgeting even more than the others, managed to clear his throat.
'Hold on!' he said. 'Excuse me, Mr Coroner, but are we allowed to ask a question?'
'Yes, certainly. Please ask the witness any question you think may be relevant.'
The red-headed man sat forward with his hands on his knees.
'Wot about Teleforce?' he demanded.
A stir went through the jury, who came forward as though they had been pulled to a similar position. The foreman, a stout man who owned the most flourishing public-house in Grovetop, looked annoyed; as though he had not been quick enough off the mark to put the question himself. . But he repeated the question.
'I have never heard of it,' Sanders said curtly.
'Don't you read the newspapers, sir?'
'I mean that I have never heard of it scientifically. If you ask me my opinion of it, I can only join Professor Huxdane in calling it balderdash.'
'But-'
'Gentlemen,' interrupted the coroner coldly. 'I am sorry to curtail your natural and commendable wish to weigh matters thoroughly; but I must ask you to confine your questions to points which are relevant to this inquiry. You have heard the medical evidence. Your decision must be based on that and that alone. I do not merely request you to do this, gentlemen; I am afraid I must instruct you to do it.'
Once their spell of silence had been broken, most of die jury were shivering with such repressed eagerness that several of them spoke at once.
'But that's not right,' somebody threw at the coroner.
'Sir, are you presuming to question my conduct of this inquiry?'
'Doctors,' said an obscure, furred voice of contempt. 'Doctors! You take my wife. When she died, the doctor said-'
'I have said, gentlemen, that I mean to have silence; and have silence I will. Is that quite clear?' 'Good Lord, there he is' 'Who?'
'I say, Sally, quick! Here, I’ll hold you up. Getting out of that car.' '
'waow!'
'Blimey, it is too. I seen 'is pitcher. Oi, old cock: wot about killin' my missus?'
'And now, gentlemen, I am afraid I must ask you to direct your attention towards me rather than looking up towards those windows. What lies outside these walls does not, I need scarcely point out, concern us. Thank you, Dr Sanders: the jury have no further questions. They are satisfied -'
'Murderer, that's what he is!'
'Ssss! Boo! Ssss! Boo!'
'Here, I say! Fair play. Give the man a chance. What's he done?' 'What's he done? He's a Nazi, didn't you know that?' ' What are they saying? What is it?' 'Nazi. Great friend of Hitler.'
'Ah. True as gospel. Heard it at the pub last night. Big fat gentleman from London; bald-headed; got a title; said -'
'- that evidence, and only evidence, gentlemen of this jury, must concern us. Dr Sanders being the last witness we are to hear, it now devolves upon me to give you a brief summary of the facts to the end of assisting you in forming your verdict. And I fear, gentlemen, that there is only one verdict you can give me. However, let me put the considerations to you in -'
Sanders tiptoed past the few others in the court, still sitting motionless as dummies in the chairs of the front row. He cast a brief glance at H. M., whose eyes were closed, his arms folded, and his corporation rising and falling gently as though in sleep. Masters, on the alert, never looked away from the coroner. But Dr Sanders's nerves crawled and at the moment he wanted to smoke more than anything else in the world.
