I found it painful to watch his face. There was no bitterness there, no pride: only a sour resignation.

Wells turned to Holmes. 'So,' he said, 'the case is resolved. Are you disappointed, Holmes?'

For answer he filled and lit his pipe. 'Resolved?' he said softly. 'I think not.'

Bryson looked confused. 'Sir?'

'Do not be so fast to damn yourself, man.You are a suspect. But that does not make you a murderer: in my eyes, in the eyes of the law, or in the eyes of God.'

'And will the courts accept that? I am resigned, Mr Holmes: resigned to my fate. Let it be.'

To that dignified acceptance, even Holmes had nothing to say.

Holmes ordered Bryson to take us through the same grisly inspection tour as Tarquin. Soon we were walking around the wreck once more. Unlike Tarquin, Bryson had not seen this place since the day of the accident; his distress was clear as he picked his way through the remnants of the support cables. He said: 'The fall took a long time, even after the main support was severed. The noise of the shearing cables went on and on,

and there was not a thing I could do about it. I ran out for help, before the end. And when we heard Ralph had been killed -' Now he turned his crumpled face to Holmes's. 'No matter who you call guilty in the end, Mr Holmes, I am the killer. I know that. This is my domain; Ralph Brimicombe's life was in my hands while he was in this room, and I failed – '

'Stop it, man,' Holmes said sharply. 'This self-destructive blame is hardly helpful. For now, we should concentrate on the facts of the case.'

Holmes took Bryson to the entrance cut in the capsule. With obvious reluctance the engineer picked his way to the crude doorway. The light inside cast his trembling cheeks in sharp relief. I saw how he looked around the walls of the cabin, at the remnants of the couch on the floor. Then he stood straight and looked at Holmes, puzzled. 'Has it been cleaned?'

Holmes pointed upwards.

Bryson pushed his neck through the doorway once more and looked up at the ceiling of the capsule. When he saw the human remains scattered there he gasped and stumbled back.

Holmes said gently, 'Watson, would you – '

I took Bryson's arm, meaning to care for him, but he protested: 'I am all right. It was just the shock.'

'One question,' Holmes said. 'Tell me how the cable was cut.'

'Tarquin was working the torch,' he began. 'Under my direction. The job was simple; all he had to do was snip out a faulty section of an oxygen line.'

'Are you saying Ralph's death was an accident?'

'Oh, no,' Bryson said firmly. 'It was quite deliberate.' He seemed to be challenging us to disbelieve him.

'Tell me the whole truth,' said Holmes.

'I was not watching Tarquin's every move. I had given Tarquin his instructions and had left to take breakfast before progressing to another item of work.'

'What exactly did you tell him to do?'

He considered, his eyes closing. 'I pointed to the oxygen line, explained what it was, and showed him what he had to do. The air line is a purple-coded cable about a thumb's-width thick.'

'Whereas the support cables – '

'are all orange coded, about so thick.' He made a circle with his thumbs and middle fingers. 'It is hard – impossible – to confuse the two.'

'Did you not see what he was doing?'

'I was at breakfast with Mrs Brimicombe when it happened. I expected to be back, however.'

'Why were you not?'

He shrugged. 'My breakfast egg took rather longer to cook than usual. I remember the housekeeper's apology.'

Wells tutted. 'Those wretched eggs again!'

'At any event,' Bryson said, 'I was only gone a few minutes. But by the time I returned Tarquin had sliced clean through the main support. Then the shearing began.'

'So you clearly identified the gas line to Tarquin.'

'I told you. I pointed to it.'

'And there is no way he could have mixed it up with the support cable?'

He raised his eyebrows. 'What do you think?'

I scratched my head. 'Is it possible he caught the support somehow with the torch, as he was working on the gas feed?'

He laughed; it was a brief, ugly sound. 'Hardly, doctor. The support is about four feet from the air line. He had to turn round, and stretch, and keep the torch there, to do what he did. We can go up to the gantry and see if you like.' He seemed to lose his confidence. 'Look, Mr Holmes, I do not expect you to believe me. I know I am only an engineer, and Tarquin was Ralph's brother.'

'Bryson – '

'But there is no doubt in my mind.Tarquin quite deliberately cut through that support, and ended his brother's life.'

There we left our enquiries for the day.

I fulfilled Holmes's request regarding the dog Sheba. On a cursory inspection I found the poor animal's limbs to be spindly and crooked from so many breaks. I collected a sample of her urine and delivered it to the Chippenham general hospital, where an old medical school friend of mine arranged for a series of simple assays. He had the results within the hour, which I tucked into my pocket.

I rejoined my companions, who had retired to the 'Little George' hostelry in Chippenham for the evening. They had

been made welcome by a broad-bellied, white-aproned barman, had dined well on bread and cheese, and were enjoying the local ale (though Holmes contented himself with his pipe), and talking nineteen to the dozen the while.

'It is nevertheless quite a mystery,' said Wells, around a mouthful of bread. 'Has there even been a murder? Or could it all be simply some ghastly, misunderstood accident?'

'I think we can rule that out,' said Holmes. 'The fact that there are such conflicts between the accounts of the two men is enough to tell us that something is very wrong.'

'One of them – presumably the murderer – is lying. But which one? Let us follow it through. Their accounts of the crucial few seconds, when the cable was cut, are ninety per cent identical; they both agree that Bryson had issued an instruction to Tarquin, who had then turned and cut through the support. The difference is that Bryson says he had quite clearly told Tarquin to cut through the air line. But Tarquin says he was instructed, just as clearly, to slice through what turned out to be the support.

'It is like a pretty problem in geometry,' went on Wells. 'The two versions are symmetrical, like mirror images. But which is the original and which the false copy? What about motive, then? Could Tarquin's envy of his brother – plain for all to see – have driven him to murder? But there is no financial reward for him. And then there is the engineer. Bryson was driven to his dalliance with Jane Brimicombe by the tenderness of his character. How can such tenderness chime with a capability for scheming murder? So, once again, we have symmetry. Each man has a motive – '

Holmes puffed contentedly at his pipe as Wells rattled on in this fashion. He said at last, 'Speculations about the mental state of suspects are rarely so fruitful as concentration on the salient facts of the case.'

I put in, 'I'm sure the peculiar circumstances of the death had something to do with the nature of the Inertial Adjustor itself, though I fail to understand how.'

Holmes nodded approvingly. 'Good, Watson.'

'But,' said Wells, 'we don't even know if the Adjustor ever operated, or if it was another of Ralph's vain boasts – a flight of fancy, like his trip to the Moon! I still have that vial of Moon dust about me somewhere – '

'You yourself had lunch in the chamber,' Holmes said.

'I did. And Ralph performed little demonstrations of the principal. For instance: he dropped a handful of gravel, and we watched as the heaviest fragments were snatched most rapidly to Earth's bosom, contrary to Galileo's famous experiment. But I saw nothing which could not be replicated by a competent conjurer.'

'And what of the mice?'

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