What?'…' Here Mr. Nemo chuckled with delight. A curious wondering expression, however, had come into his eyes… 'They would say, 'Your Lordship, you've been had. This isn't real.' And there would be a terrific joke at my expense, and I would curse and jump, and give them big tips to keep quiet about it. And walk off with it in my luggage… So, to make it look more real, I let the captain lock it in his safe…
'But what happened. It went wrong. God damn the whole world! It went wrong! Those kids—'
Dr. Fell cut him off. 'Yes,' he said, quietly, 'and that was where you made a mistake; and what I call the Clue Direct. The last thing you wanted was the emerald to be stolen, especially as it was false, because
'Wait a bit!' protested Morgan. 'I don't see that. How so?'
'Well, there were obviously two emeralds. If one had been lying all the time in a box behind Kyle's trunk, it couldn't be the one in Sturton's hands. Yet — the box containing the emerald was the one which Captain Whistler had received straight from Sturton's hands! Sturton gave it to him; it was presumably the real emerald; yet here is Sturton flourishing
Nemo was so inexplicably excited that he overturned and smashed his glass. The excitement seemed to have been growing on him for some time, as though he were waiting for something that did not happen.
'I thought it had gone overboard,' he snarled. 'I knew it had gone overboard! I heard that — that swine' — he stabbed his finger at Morgan—'distinctly say — there was a lot of noise on the deck from the waves — but I was listening, and I heard him say, 'Gone overboard… ' ' 3
'You missed part of it, I fear,' said Dr. Fell, composedly, and ran his pencil through the Clue of Misunderstanding. 'And the final proof conclusive — it must have shaken you — was when the other emerald did turn up. Even to the last you screamed that there had been no robbbery, and went so ridiculously far as to forbid anybody mentioning it.4 As it was, your goose was burned to a cinder and your identity out with a yell if anybody hadn't been fairly sure before. What you should have done was try even the thin tale that you had been robbed again. And yet (bow, friend Nemo, and prostrate yourself before the Parcae) for a second you were saved by good old Uncle Jules chucking it overboard.'
Mr. Nemo straightened up. He twisted his neck.
'I may be a ghost,' he said with a glassy-eyed and absolute seriousness which was not absurd, but rather terrible} 'and yet, my friend, I'm not omniscient. Ha-ha! Well, I shortly shall be; and then I'll come back with a razor, some night, when you aren't looking.'
He exploded into mirth.
'What the devil ails him?' demanded Dr. Fell, and got slowly to his feet.
'That little bottle,' said Nemo. 'I drank it an hour ago, just when we left the train. I was afraid it wasn't working; I've been afraid, and that's why I had to talk. I drank it. 1 tell you I'm a ghost. A ghost has been sitting with you for an hour; I hope you remember it and think about it at night.'
In the eerie yellow light, against which Dr. Fell's great bulk was silhouetted black, the mirth of the prisoner bubbled, and his body made a rustling sound which froze Morgan… And then, in the silence, Inspector Jennings got slowly to his feet. His face was impassive. They heard the creak and clink of the handcuffs.
'Yes, Nemo,' said Inspector Jennings, with satisfaction, 'I thought you'd try that. That's why I changed the contents of it. Most of 'em try the trick. It's old. You're not going to die of poison… '
The mirth struck off in a choking sound, and the man began to flap at the handcuffs…
'You're not going to die of poison, Nemo,' said Inspector Jennings, moving slowly towards the door. 'You're going to hang… Good night, gentlemen, and thanks.'
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And meanwhile let me call your attention to two earlier Collier Books reprints: Elliot Paul's