footprints crossing the lawn just there – your own.'
'I see,' said Sir Oswald thoughtfully.
'Can you be sure of that, Battle ?' put in George.
'Quite sure, sir. There are one other set of tracks crossing the lawn, Miss Wade's, but they are a good deal farther to the left.'
He paused, and then went on: 'And there's the dent in the ground. The pistol must have struck the ground with some force. It all points to its having been thrown.'
'Well, why not?' said Sir Oswald. 'Say the man fled down the path to the left. He'd leave no footprints on the path and he'd hurl the pistol away from him into the middle of the lawn, eh, Lomax?'
George agreed by a nod of the head.
'It's true that he'd leave no footprints on the path,' said Battle , 'but from the shape of the dent and the way the turf was cut, I don't think the pistol was thrown from that direction. I think it was thrown from the terrace here.'
'Very likely,' said Sir Oswald. 'Does it matter, Superintendent?'
'Ah, yes. Battle ,' broke in George. 'Is it – er – strictly relevant?'
'Perhaps not, Mr. Lomax. But we like to get things just so, you know. I wonder now if one of you gentlemen would take the pistol and throw it. Will you, Sir Oswald? That's very kind. Stand just here in the window. Now fling it into the middle of the lawn.' Sir Oswald complied, sending the pistol flying through the air with a powerful sweep of his arm. Jimmy Thesiger drew near with breathless interest. The Superintendent lumbered off after it like a well- trained retriever. He reappeared with a beaming face.
'That's it, sir. Just the same kind of mark. Although, by the way, you sent it a good ten yards farther. But then, you're a very powerfully built man, aren't you, Sir Oswald? Excuse me, I thought I heard someone at the door.'
The Superintendent's ears just have been very much sharper than anyone else's. Nobody else had heard a sound, but Battle was proved right, for Lady Coote stood outside, a medicine glass in her hand.
'Your medicine, Oswald,' she said, advancing into the room. 'You forgot it after breakfast.'
'I'm very busy, Maria,' said Sir Oswald. 'I don't want my medicine.'
'You would never take it if it wasn't for me,' said his wife serenely, advancing upon him. 'You're just like a naughty little boy. Drink it up now.'
And meekly, obediently, the great steel magnate drank it up!
Lady Coote smiled sadly and sweetly at everyone.
'Am I interrupting you? Are you very busy? Oh, look at those revolvers. Nasty, noisy, murdering things. To think, Oswald, that you might have been shot by the burglar last night.'
'You must have been alarmed when you found he was missing, Lady Coote,' said Battle .
'I didn't think of it at first,' confessed Lady Coote. 'This poor boy here – ' she indicated Jimmy – 'being shot – and everything so dreadful, but so exciting. It wasn't till Mr. Bateman asked me where Sir Oswald was that I remembered he'd gone out half an hour before for a stroll.'
'Sleepless, eh, Sir Oswald?' asked Battle .
'I am usually an excellent sleeper,' said Sir Oswald. 'But I must confess that last night I felt unusually restless. I thought the night air would do me good.'
'You came out through this window, I suppose?'
Was it his fancy, or did Sir Oswald hesitate for a moment before replying?
'Yes.'
'In your pumps too,' said Lady Coote, 'instead of putting thick shoes on. What would you do without me to look after you?'
She shook her head sadly.
'I thinks Maria, if you don't mind leaving us, we have still a lot to discuss.'
'I know, dear, I'm just going.'
Lady Coote withdrew, carrying the empty medicine glass as though it were a goblet out of which she had just administered a death potion.
'Well, Battle,' said George Lomax, 'it all seems clear enough. Yes, perfectly clear. The man fires a shot, disabling Mr. Thesiger, throws away the weapon, runs along the terrace and down the gravel path.'
'There he ought to have been caught by my men,' put in Battle .
'Your men, if I may say so, Battle , seem to have been singularly remiss. They didn't see Miss Wade come in. If they could miss her coming in, they could easily miss the thief going out.'
Superintendent Battle opened his mouth to protest, then seemed to think better of it. Jimmy Thesiger looked at him curiously. He would have given a lot to know just what was in Superintendent Battle's mind.
'Must have been a champion runner,' was all the Scotland Yard man contented himself with saying.
'How do you mean, Battle?'
'Just what I say, Mr. Lomax. I was round the corner of the terrace myself not fifty seconds after the shot was fired. And for a man to run all that distance towards me and get round the corner of the path before I appeared round the side of the house – well, as I say, he must have been a champion runner.'
'I am at a loss to understand you, Battle . You have some idea of your own which I have not yet – er – grasped. You say the man did not go across the lawn, and now you hint – What exactly do you hint? That the man did not go down the path? Then in your opinion – er – where did he go?'
For answer, Superintendent Battle jerked an eloquent thumb upwards.
'Eh?' said George.
The Superintendent jerked harder than ever. George raised his head and looked at the ceiling.
'Up there,' said Battle . 'Up the ivy again.'
'Nonsense, Superintendent. What you are suggesting is impossible.'
'Not at all impossible, sir. He'd done it once. He could do it twice.'
'I don't mean impossible in that sense. But if the man wanted to escape, he'd never bolt back into the house.'
'Safest place for him, Mr. Lomax.'
'But Mr. O'Rourke's door was still locked on the inside when we came to him.'
'And how did you get to him? Through Sir Stanley's room. That's the way our man went. Lady Eileen tells me she saw the door knob of Mr. O'Rourke's room move. That was when our friend was up there the first time. I suspect the key was under Mr. O'Rourke's pillow. But his exit is clear enough the second time – through the communicating door and through Sir Stanley's room, which, of course, was empty. Like everyone else, Sir Stanley is rushing downstairs to the library. Our man's got a clear course.'
'And where did he go then?'
Superintendent Battle shrugged his burly shoulders and became evasive.
'Plenty of ways open. Into an empty room on the other side of the house and down the ivy again – out through a side door – or, just possibly, if it was an inside job, he – well, stayed in the house.'
George looked at him in shocked surprise.
'Really, Battle, I should – I should feel it very deeply if one of my servants – er – I have the most perfect reliance on them – it would distress me very much to have to suspect –'
'Nobody's asking you to suspect anyone, Mr. Lomax. I'm just putting all the possibilities before you. The servants may be all right – probably are.'
'You have disturbed me,' said George. 'You have disturbed me greatly.'
His eyes appeared more protuberant than ever.
To distract him, Jimmy poked delicately at a curious blackened object on the table.
'What's this?' he asked.
'That's exhibit Z,' said Battle . 'The last of our little lot. It is, or rather it has been, a glove.'
He picked it up, the charred relic, and manipulated it with pride.
'Where did you find it?' asked Sir Oswald.
Battle jerked his head over his shoulder.
'In the grate – nearly burnt, but not quite. Queer, looks as though it had been chewed by a dog.'
'It might possibly be Miss Wade's,' suggested Jimmy. 'She has several dogs.'
