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<h2> CHAPTER XX </h2>
<h3> THE END OF THE CASE </h3>
<p>A profound silence had fallen on the room and its
occupants. Mr. Jellicoe sat with his eyes fixed on the
table as if deep in thought, the unlighted cigarette in
one hand, the other grasping the tumbler of water.
Presently Inspector Badger coughed impatiently and
he looked up. "I beg your pardon, gentlemen," he
said. "I am keeping you waiting."</p>
<p>He took a sip from the tumbler, opened a matchbox
and took out a match, but apparently altering his
mind, laid it down and commenced:</p>
<p>"The unfortunate affair which has brought you here
to-night, had its origin ten years ago. At that time
my friend Hurst became suddenly involved in financial
difficulties—am I speaking too fast for you, Mr.
Badger?"</p>
<p>"No, not at all," replied Badger. "I am taking it
down in shorthand."</p>
<p>"Thank you," said Mr. Jellicoe. "He became involved
in serious difficulties and came to me for assistance.
He wished to borrow five thousand pounds to
enable him to meet his engagements. I had a certain
amount of money at my disposal, but I did not consider
Hurst's security satisfactory; accordingly I felt compelled
to refuse. But on the very next day, John Bellingham called
on me with the draft of his will which he
wished me to look over before it was executed.</p>
<p>"It was an absurd will, and I nearly told him so;
but then an idea occurred to me in connection with
Hurst. It was obvious to me, as soon as I had glanced
through the will, that, if the burial clause was left as
the testator had drafted it, Hurst had a very good
chance of inheriting the property; and, as I was named
as the executor, I should be able to give full effect to
that clause. Accordingly, I asked for a few days to
consider the will, and I then called upon Hurst and
made a proposal to him; which was this: That I should
advance him five thousand pounds without security;
that I should ask for no repayment, but that he should
assign to me any interest that he might have or acquire
in the estate of John Bellingham up to ten thousand
pounds, or two-thirds of any sum that he might inherit
if over that amount. He asked if John had yet made
any will, and I replied, quite correctly, that he had not.
He inquired if I knew what testamentary arrangements
John intended to make, and again I answered, quite correctly,
that I believed that John proposed to devise the
bulk of his property to his brother, Godfrey.</p>
<p>"Thereupon, Hurst accepted my proposal; I made
him the advance and he executed the assignment. After
a few days' delay, I passed the will as satisfactory.
The actual document was written from the draft by
the testator himself; and a fortnight after Hurst had
executed the assignment, John signed the will in my
office. By the provisions of that will I stood an excellent
chance of becoming virtually the principal beneficiary,
unless Godfrey should contest Hurst's claim
and the Court should override the conditions of clause
two.</p>
<p>"You will now understand the motives which governed
my subsequent actions. You will also see, Doctor
Thorndyke, how very near to the truth your reasoning
carried you; and you will understand, as I wish
you to do, that Mr. Hurst was no party to any of those
proceedings which I am about to describe.</p>
<p>"Coming now to the interview in Queen Square in
October, nineteen hundred and two, you are aware of
the general circumstances from my evidence in Court,
which was literally correct up to a certain point. The
interview took place in a room on the third floor, in
which were stored the cases which John had brought
with him from Egypt. The mummy was unpacked, as
were some other objects that he was not offering to
the Museum, but several cases were still unopened.
At the conclusion of the interview I accompanied Doctor
Norbury down to the street door, and we stood on the
doorstep conversing for perhaps a quarter of an hour.
Then Doctor Norbury went away and I returned upstairs.</p>
<p>"Now the house in Queen Square is virtually a
museum. The upper part is separated from the lower
by a massive door which opens from the hall and gives
access to the staircase, and which is fitted with a Chubb
night-latch. There are two latchkeys, of which John
used to keep one and I the other. You will find them
both in the safe behind me. The caretaker had no key
and no access to the upper part of the house unless
admitted by one of us.</p>
<p>"At the time when I came in, after Doctor Norbury
had left, the caretaker was in the cellar, where I
could hear him breaking coke for the hot-water furnace.
I had left John on the third floor opening some
of the packing cases by the light of a lamp with a tool
somewhat like a plasterer's hammer; that is, a hammer
with a small axe-blade at the reverse of the head.
As I stood talking to Doctor Norbury, I could hear him
knocking out the nails and wrenching up the lids; and
when I entered the doorway leading to the stairs, I
could still hear him. Just as I closed the staircase door
behind me, I heard a rumbling noise from above; then
all was still.</p>
<p>"I went up the stairs to the second floor, where,
as the staircase was all in darkness, I stopped to light
the gas. As I turned to ascend the next flight, I saw
a hand projecting over the edge of the half-way landing.
I ran up the stairs, and there, on the landing, I saw
John lying huddled up in a heap at the foot of the top
flight. There was a wound at the side of his forehead
from which a little blood was trickling. The case-opener
lay on the floor close by him and there was blood
on the axe-blade. When I looked up the stairs I saw
a rag of torn matting hanging over the top stair.</p>
<p>"It was quite easy to see what had happened. He
had walked quickly out on the landing with the case-opener
in his hand. His foot had caught in the torn
matting and he had pitched head foremost down the
stairs, still holding the case-opener. He had fallen so
that his head had come down on the upturned edge of
the axe-blade; he had then rolled over and the case-opener
had dropped from his hand.</p>
<p>"I lit a wax match and stooped down to look at
him. His head was in a very peculiar position, which
made me suspect that his neck was broken. There was
extremely little bleeding from the wound; he was perfectly
motionless; I could detect no sign of breathing;
and I felt no doubt that he was dead.</p>
<p>"It was an exceedingly regrettable affair, and it
placed me, as I perceived at once, in an extremely
awkward position. My first impulse was to send the
caretaker for a doctor and a policeman; but a moment's
reflection convinced me that there were serious
objections to this course.</p>
<p>"There was nothing to show that I had not, myself,
knocked him down with the case-opener. Of course,
there was nothing to show that I had; but we were
alone in the house with the exception of the caretaker,
who was down in the basement out of ear-shot.</p>
<p>"There would be an inquest. At the inquest, inquiries
would be made as to the will which was known to
exist. But, as soon as the will was produced, Hurst
would become suspicious. He would probably make a
statement to the coroner and I should be charged with
the murder. Or, even if I were not charged, Hurst
would suspect me and would probably repudiate the
assignment; and, under the circumstances, it would
be practically impossible for me to enforce it. He
would refuse to pay and I could not take my claim into
Court.</p>
<p>"I sat down on the stairs just above poor John's
body and considered the matter in detail. At the
worst, I stood a fair chance of hanging; at the best,
I stood to lose close upon fifty thousand pounds. These
were not pleasant alternatives.</p>
<p>"Supposing, on the other hand, I concealed the body
and gave out that John had gone to Paris. There
was, of course, the risk of discovery, in which case I
should certainly be convicted of the murder. But if
no discovery occurred, I was not only safe from suspicion,
but I secured the fifty thousand pounds. In
either case there was considerable risk, but in one there
was the certainty of loss, whereas in the other there
was a material advantage to justify the risk. The
question was whether it would be possible to conceal
the body. If it were, then the contingent profit was
worth the slight additional risk. But a human body
is a very difficult thing to dispose of, especially to a
person of so little scientific culture as myself.</p>
<p>"It is curious that I considered this question for a
quite considerable time before the obvious solution
presented itself. I turned over at least a dozen methods
of disposing of the body, and rejected them all as impracticable.
Then, suddenly, I remembered the mummy
upstairs.</p>
<p>"At first it only occurred to me as a fantastic possibility
that I could conceal the body in the mummy-case.
But as I turned over the idea, I began to see
that it was really practicable; and not only practicable
but easy; and not only easy but eminently safe. If
once the mummy-case was in the Museum, I was rid
of it for ever.</p>
<p>"The circumstances were, as you, sir, have justly
observed, singularly favourable. There would be no
hue and cry, no hurry, no anxiety; but ample time
for all the necessary preparations. Then the mummy-case
itself was curiously suitable. Its length was ample,
as I knew from having measured it. It was a cartonnage
of rather flexible material and had an opening
behind, secured with a lacing so that it could be opened
without injury. Nothing need be cut but the lacing,
which could be replaced. A little damage might be
done in extracting the mummy and in introducing
the deceased; but such cracks as might occur would
all be at the back and would be of no importance.
For here again Fortune favoured me. The whole of
the back of the mummy-case was coated with bitumen,
and it would be easy when once the deceased was safely
inside to apply a fresh coat, which would cover up not
only the cracks but also the new lacing.</p>
<p>"After careful consideration, I decided to adopt the
plan. I went downstairs and sent the caretaker on an
errand to the Law Courts. Then I returned and carried
the deceased up to one of the third-floor rooms,
where I removed his clothes and laid him out on a long
packing-case in the position in which he would lie in the
mummy-case. I folded his clothes neatly and packed
them, with the exception of his boots, in a suit-case
that he had been taking to Paris and which contained
nothing but his night-clothes, toilet articles, and a
change of linen. By the time I had done this and
thoroughly washed the oilcloth on the stairs and landing,
the caretaker had returned. I informed him that
Mr. Bellingham had started for Paris and then I went
home. The upper part of the house was, of course,
secured by the Chubb lock, but I had also—<i>ex abundantiâ
cautelae</i>—locked the door of the room in which
I had deposited the deceased.</p>
<p>"I had, of course, some knowledge of the methods of
embalming, but principally of those employed by the
ancients. Hence, on the following day, I went to the
British Museum library and consulted the most recent
works on the subject; and exceedingly interesting they
were, as showing the remarkable improvements that
modern knowledge had effected in this ancient art. I
need not trouble you with details that are familiar
to you. The process that I selected as the simplest
for a beginner was that of formalin injection, and I
went straight from the Museum to purchase the necessary
materials. I did not, however, buy an embalming
syringe: the book stated that an ordinary anatomical
injecting syringe would answer the purpose, and I
thought it a more discreet purchase.</p>
<p>"I fear that I bungled the injection terribly, although
I had carefully studied the plates in a treatise
on anatomy—Gray's, I think. However, if my methods
were clumsy, they were quite effectual. I carried out
the process on the evening of the third day; and when
I locked up the house that night, I had the satisfaction
of knowing that poor John's remains were secure from
corruption and decay.</p>
<p>"But this was not enough. The great weight of a
fresh body as compared with that of a mummy would
be immediately noticed by those who had the handling
of the mummy-case. Moreover, the damp from the
body would quickly ruin the cartonnage and would
cause a steamy film on the inside of the glass case in
which it would be exhibited. And this would probably
lead to an examination. Clearly, then, it was necessary
that the remains of the deceased should be thoroughly
dried before they were enclosed in the cartonnage.</p>
<p>"Here my unfortunate deficiency in scientific knowledge
was a great drawback. I had no idea how this
result would be achieved, and in the end was compelled
to consult a taxidermist, to whom I represented that
I wished to collect small animals and reptiles and
rapidly dry them for convenience of transport. By
this person I was advised to immerse the dead animals
in a jar of methylated spirit for a week and then expose
them in a current of warm, dry air.</p>
<p>"But the plan of immersing the remains of the
deceased in a jar of methylated spirit was obviously
impracticable. However, I bethought me that we had
in our collection a porphyry sarcophagus, the cavity
of which had been shaped to receive a small mummy
in its case. I tried the deceased in the sarcophagus
and found that he just fitted the cavity loosely. I obtained
a few gallons of methylated spirit which I poured
into the cavity, just covering the body, and then I put
on the lid and luted it down air-tight with putty. I
trust I do not weary you with these particulars?"</p>
<p>"I'll ask you to cut it as short as you can, Mr. Jellicoe,"
said Badger. "It has been a long yarn and time
is running on."</p>
<p>"For my part," said Thorndyke, "I find these details
deeply interesting and instructive. They fill in the
outline that I had drawn by inference."</p>
<p>"Precisely," said Mr. Jellicoe; "then I will proceed.</p>
<p>"I left the deceased soaking in the spirit for a fortnight
and then took him out, wiped him dry, and laid
him on four cane-bottomed chairs just over the hot-water
pipes. I turned off the hot water in the other
rooms so as to concentrate the heat in these pipes, and
I let a free current of air pass through the room. The
result interested me exceedingly. By the end of the
third day the hands and feet had become quite dry
and shrivelled and horny—so that the ring actually
dropped off the shrunken finger—the nose looked like a
fold of parchment; and the skin of the body was so dry
and smooth that you could have engrossed a lease on
it. For the first day or two I turned the deceased at
intervals so that he should dry evenly, and then I
proceeded to get the case ready. I divided the lacing
and extracted the mummy with great care—with great
care as to the case, I mean; for the mummy suffered
some injury in the extraction. It was very badly embalmed,
and so brittle that it broke in several places
while I was getting it out; and when I unrolled it the
head separated and both the arms came off.</p>
<p>"On the sixth day after the removal from the sarcophagus,
I took the bandages that I had removed from
Sebek-hotep and very carefully wrapped the deceased
in them, sprinkling powdered myrrh and gum benzoin
freely on the body and between the folds of the wrappings
to disguise the faint odour of the spirit and the
formalin that still lingered about the body. When the
wrappings had been applied, the deceased really had
a most workmanlike appearance; he would have looked
quite well in a glass case even without the cartonnage,
and I felt almost regretful at having to put him out of
sight for ever.</p>
<p>"It was a difficult business getting him into the case
without assistance, and I cracked the cartonnage badly
in several places before he was safely enclosed. But
I got him in at last, and then, when I had closed up
the case with a new lacing, I applied a fresh layer of
bitumen which effectually covered up the cracks and
the new cord. A dusty cloth dabbed over the bitumen
when it was dry disguised its newness, and the cartonnage
with its tenant was ready for delivery. I
notified Doctor Norbury of the fact, and five days
later he came and removed it to the Museum.</p>
<p>"Now that the main difficulty was disposed of, I
began to consider the further difficulty to which you,
sir, have alluded with such admirable perspicuity. It
was necessary that John Bellingham should make one
more appearance in public before sinking into final
oblivion.</p>
<p>"Accordingly, I devised the visit to Hurst's house,
which was calculated to serve two purposes. It created
a satisfactory date for the disappearance, eliminating
me from any connection with it, and by throwing some
suspicion on Hurst it would make him more amenable—less
likely to dispute my claim when he learned the
provisions of the will.</p>
<p>"The affair was quite simple. I knew that Hurst
had changed his servants since I was last at his house,
and I knew his habits. On that day I took the suit-case
to Charing Cross and deposited it in the cloak-room,
called at Hurst's office to make sure that he was there,
and went from thence direct to Cannon Street and
caught the train to Eltham. On arriving at the house,
I took the precaution to remove my spectacles—the
only distinctive feature of my exterior—and was duly
shown into the study at my request. As soon as the
housemaid had left the room I quietly let myself out
by the French window, which I closed behind me but
could not fasten, went out at the side gate and closed
that also behind me, holding the bolt of the latch back
with my pocket-knife so that I need not slam the gate
to shut it.</p>
<p>"The other events of that day, including the dropping
of the scarab, I need not describe, as they are
known to you. But I may fitly make a few remarks
on the unfortunate tactical error into which I fell in
respect of the bones. That error arose, as you have
doubtless perceived, from the lawyer's incurable habit
of underestimating the scientific expert. I had no idea
that mere bones were capable of furnishing so much
information to a man of science.</p>
<p>"The way in which the affair came about was this:
The damaged mummy of Sebek-hotep, perishing gradually
by exposure to the air, was not only an eyesore
to me: it was a definite danger. It was the only remaining
link between me and the disappearance. I
resolved to be rid of it and cast about for some means
of destroying it. And then, in an evil moment, the
idea of utilising it occurred to me.</p>
<p>"There was an undoubted danger that the Court
might refuse to presume death after so short an interval;
and if the permission should be postponed, the will
might never be administered during my lifetime. Hence,
if these bones of Sebek-hotep could be made to simulate
the remains of the deceased testator, a definite good
would be achieved. But I knew that the entire skeleton
could never be mistaken for his. The deceased had
broken his knee-caps and damaged his ankle, injuries
which I assumed would leave some permanent trace.
But if a judicious selection of the bones were deposited
in a suitable place, together with some object clearly
identifiable as appertaining to the deceased, it seemed
to me that the difficulty would be met. I need not
trouble you with details. The course which I adopted
is known to you with the attendant circumstances, even
to the accidental detachment of the right hand—which
broke off as I was packing the arm in my handbag.
Erroneous as that course was, it would have been successful
but for the unforeseen contingency of your
being retained in the case.</p>
<p>"Thus, for nearly two years, I remained in complete
security. From time to time I dropped in at the
museum to see if the deceased was keeping in good condition;
and on those occasions I used to reflect with
satisfaction on the gratifying circumstance—accidental
though it was—that his wishes, as expressed (very imperfectly)
in clause two, had been fully complied with,
and that without prejudice to my interests.</p>
<p>"The awakening came on that evening when I saw
you at the Temple gate talking with Doctor Berkeley.
I suspected immediately that something had gone amiss
and that it was too late to take any useful action.
Since then, I have waited here in hourly expectation
of this visit. And now the time has come. You have
made the winning move and it remains only for me to
pay my debts like an honest gambler."</p>
<p>He paused and quietly lit his cigarette. Inspector
Badger yawned and put away his note-book.</p>
<p>"Have you done, Mr. Jellicoe?" the inspector asked.
"I want to carry out my contract to the letter, you
know, though it's getting devilish late."</p>
<p>Mr. Jellicoe took his cigarette from his mouth and
drank a glass of water.</p>
<p>"I forgot to ask," he said, "whether you unrolled
the mummy—if I may apply the term to the imperfectly
treated remains of my deceased client."</p>
<p>"I did not open the mummy-case," replied Thorndyke.</p>
<p>"You did not!" exclaimed Mr. Jellicoe. "Then
how did you verify your suspicions?"</p>
<p>"I took an X-ray photograph."</p>
<p>"Ah! Indeed!" Mr. Jellicoe pondered for some
moments. "Astonishing!" he murmured; "and most
ingenious. The resources of science at the present day
are truly wonderful."</p>
<p>"Is there anything more that you want to say?"
asked Badger; "because, if you don't, time's
up."</p>
<p>"Anything more?" Mr. Jellicoe repeated slowly;
"anything more? No—I—think—think—the time—is—up.
Yes—the—the time—"</p>
<p>He broke off and sat with a strange look fixed on
Thorndyke.</p>
<p>His face had suddenly undergone a curious change.
It looked shrunken and cadaverous and his lips had
assumed a peculiar cherry-red colour.</p>
<p>"Is anything the matter, Mr. Jellicoe?" Badger
asked uneasily. "Are you not feeling well, sir?"</p>
<p>Mr. Jellicoe did not appear to have heard the question,
for he returned no answer, but sat motionless,
leaning back in his chair, with his hands spread out
on the table and his strangely intent gaze bent on
Thorndyke.</p>
<p>Suddenly his head dropped on his breast and his
body seemed to collapse; and as with one accord we
sprang to our feet, he slid forward off his chair and
disappeared under the table.</p>
<p>"Good Lord! The man's fainted!" exclaimed
Badger.</p>
<p>In a moment he was down on his hands and knees,
trembling with excitement, groping under the table.
He dragged the unconscious lawyer out into the light
and knelt over him, staring into his face.</p>
<p>"What's the matter with him, Doctor?" he asked,
looking up at Thorndyke. "Is it apoplexy? Or is it
a heart attack, think you?"</p>
<p>Thorndyke shook his head, though he stooped and
put his fingers on the unconscious man's wrist. "Prussic
acid or potassium cyanide is what the appearances
suggest," he replied.</p>
<p>"But can't you do anything?" demanded the inspector.</p>
<p>Thorndyke dropped the arm, which fell limply to the
floor.</p>
<p>"You can't do much for a dead man," he said.</p>
<p>"Dead! Then he has slipped through our fingers
after all!"</p>
<p>"He has anticipated the sentence. That is all."
Thorndyke spoke in an even, impassive tone which
struck me as rather strange, considering the suddenness
of the tragedy, as did also the complete absence
of surprise in his manner. He seemed to treat the
occurrence as a perfectly natural one.</p>
<p>Not so Inspector Badger; who rose to his feet and
stood with his hands thrust into his pockets scowling
sullenly down at the dead lawyer.</p>
<p>"I was an infernal fool to agree to his blasted conditions,"
he growled savagely.</p>
<p>"Nonsense," said Thorndyke. "If you had broken
in, you would have found a dead man. As it was you
found a live man and obtained an important statement.
You acted quite properly."</p>
<p>"How do you suppose he managed it?" asked
Badger.</p>
<p>Thorndyke held out his hand. "Let us look at his
cigarette-case," said he.</p>
<p>Badger extracted the little silver case from the dead
man's pocket and opened it. There were five cigarettes
in it, two of which were plain, while the other three
were gold-tipped. Thorndyke took out one of each
kind and gently pinched their ends. The gold-tipped
one he returned; the plain one he tore through, about
a quarter of an inch from the end; when two little
white tabloids dropped out on the table. Badger
eagerly picked one up and was about to smell it when
Thorndyke grasped his wrist. "Be careful," said he;
and when he had cautiously sniffed at the tabloid—held
at a safe distance from his nose—he added: "Yes,
potassium cyanide. I thought so when his lips turned
that queer colour. It was in that last cigarette; you
can see that he has bitten off the end."</p>
<p>For some time we stood silently looking down at the
still form stretched on the floor. Presently Badger
looked up.</p>
<p>"As you pass the porter's lodge on your way out,"
said he, "you might just drop in and tell him to send
a constable to me."</p>
<p>"Very well," said Thorndyke. "And by the way,
Badger, you had better tip that sherry back into the
decanter and put it under lock and key, or else pour it
out of the window."</p>
<p>"Gad, yes!" exclaimed the inspector. "I'm glad
you mentioned it. We might have had an inquest on
a constable as well as a lawyer. Good night, gentlemen,
if you are off."</p>
<p>We went out and left him with his prisoner—passive
enough, indeed, according to his ambiguously worded
promise. As we passed through the gateway Thorndyke
gave the inspector's message, curtly and without
comment, to the gaping porter, and then we issued forth
into Chancery Lane.</p>
<p>We were all silent and very grave, and I thought that
Thorndyke seemed somewhat moved. Perhaps Mr. Jellicoe's
last intent look—which I suspect he knew to
be the look of a dying man—lingered in his memory
as it did in mine. Half-way down Chancery Lane he
spoke for the first time; and then it was only to ejaculate,
"Poor devil!"</p>
<p>Jervis took him up. "He was a consummate villain,
Thorndyke."</p>
<p>"Hardly that," was the reply. "I should rather
say that he was non-moral. He acted without malice
and without scruple or remorse. His conduct exhibited
a passionless expediency which was rather dreadful
because utterly unhuman. But he was a strong man—a
courageous, self-contained man, and I had been better
pleased if it could have been ordained that some other
hand than mine should let the axe fall."</p>
<p>Thorndyke's compunction may appear strange and
inconsistent, but yet his feeling was also my own.
Great as were the misery and suffering that this inscrutable
man had brought into the lives of those I loved,
I forgave him; and in his downfall forgot the callous
relentlessness with which he had pursued his evil purpose.
For he it was who had brought Ruth into my
life; who had opened for me the Paradise of Love into
which I had just entered. And so my thoughts turned
away from the still shape that lay on the floor of the
stately old room in Lincoln's Inn, away to the sunny
vista of the future, where I should walk hand in hand
with Ruth until my time, too, should come; until I,
too, like the grim lawyer, should hear the solemn evening
bell bidding me put out into the darkness of the
silent sea.</p>
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