Well, it must be left to the police to unravel whatever mystery surrounds her. It is only for us to ascertain the cause of her death whether natural, or by foul means; and he went back to where the dead woman was lying still and cold, her dress disarranged, her dark hair fallen dishevelled, her sightless eyes closed in the sleep that knows no awakening until the Great Day.
The cabman stood with his hat in his hand; the constable had hung his helmet on his forearm by its strap.
Then, outwardly, there are no signs of murder? the latter asked, disappointed perhaps that the case was not likely to prove so sensational as it had at first appeared.
Tell your inspector that at present I can give no opinion, the surgeon replied. Certain appearances are mysterious. To-night I can say nothing more. At the inquest I shall be able to speak more confidently.
As he spoke, his cold, grey eyes were still fixed upon the lifeless form, as if held by some strange fascination. Approaching the cupboard, he took from a case a small lancet, and raising the dead womans arm, made a slight incision in the wrist. For a few moments he watched it intently, bending and holding her wrist full in the glaring gaslight within two inches of his eyes.
Suddenly he let the limp, inert arm drop, and with a sigh turned again to the two men who stood motionless, watching, and said: Go. Take the body to the mortuary. Ill examine her to-morrow; and he rang for the attendants, who came, lifted the body from the couch, and conveyed it out, to admit a man who lay outside groaning, with his leg crushed.
Half an hour later the cab-driver and the constable stood in the small upper room at Vine Street Police Station, the office of the Inspector of the Criminal Investigation Department attached to that station. Inspector Elmes, a dark-bearded, stalwart man of forty-five, sat at a table, while behind him, arranged over the mantelshelf, were many photographs of criminals, missing persons, and people who had been found dead in various parts of the metropolis, and whose friends had not been traced. Pinned against the grey-painted walls were several printed notices offering rewards, some with portraits of absconding persons, others with crude woodcuts of stolen jewels. It was a bare, carpetless loom, but eminently business-like.
Well, the inspector was saying to the constable as he leant back in his chair, theres some mystery about the affair, you think eh? Are there any signs of murder?
No, sir, the man answered. At present the doctor has discovered nothing.
Then, until he has, our Department cant deal with it, replied the detective. Why has your Inspector sent you up here?
Because its so mysterious, I suppose, sir.
She may have had a fit most probable, I should think. Until the doctor has certified, I dont see any necessity to stir. Its more than possible that when the man who left her at the Criterion reads of her death in the papers, hell come forward, identify her, and clear himself. Then, turning to the cabman, he asked, What sort of a man was he an Englishman?
Well, I really dont know, sir. He spoke to the dead girl in her own language, yet I thought, when he spoke to his friend at the station, that his English was that of a foreigner. Besides, he looked like a Frenchman, for he wore a large bow for a tie, which no Englishman wears.
You think him a foreigner because of his tie eh? the detective observed, smiling. Now, if you had noticed his boots with a critical eye, you might perhaps have accurately determined his nationality. Look at a mans boots next time.
Then, taking up his pen, he drew a piece of pale yellow official paper before him, noted the number of the cabmans badge, inquired his name and address, and asked several questions, afterwards dismissing both men with the observation that until a verdict had been given in the Coroners Court, he saw no reason to institute further inquiries.
Two days later the inquest was held in a small room at St. Martins Town Hall, the handsome building overlooking Trafalgar Square, and, as may be imagined, was largely attended by representatives of the Press. All the sensationalism of London evening journalism had, during the two days intervening, been let loose upon the mysterious affair, and the remarkable latest details had been worked up into an amazing, but utterly fictitious story. One paper, in its excess of zeal to outdistance all its rivals in sensationalism, had hinted that the dead woman was actually the daughter of an Imperial House, and this had aroused public curiosity to fever-heat.
When the usual formalities of constituting the Court had been completed, the jury had viewed the body, and the cabman had related his strange story, the Coroner, himself a medical man, dark-bearded and middle-aged, commenced a close cross-examination.
Was it French or Italian the lady spoke? he asked.
I dont know the difference, sir, the cabman admitted. The man with her spoke just as quickly as she did.
Was there anything curious in the demeanour of either of them?
I noticed nothing strange. The gentleman told me to drive along Pall Mall and the Haymarket, or of course Id ave taken the proper route, up Charin Cross Road and Leicester Square.
You would recognise this gentleman again, I suppose? the Coroner asked.
Id know him among a thousand, the man promptly replied.
Inspector Elmes, who was present on behalf of the Criminal Investigation Department, asked several questions through the Coroner, when the latter afterwards resumed his cross-examination.
You have told us, he said, that just before entering the cab the gentleman was accosted by a friend. Did you overhear any of their conversation?
I heard the missing man address the other as Major, the cabman replied. He introduced the Major to the lady, but I was unable to catch either of their names. The two men seemed very glad to meet, but, on the other hand, my gentleman seemed in a great hurry to get away.
You are certain that this man you know as the Major did not arrive by the same train, eh? asked the Coroner, glancing sharply up from the paper whereon he was writing the depositions of this important witness.
I am certain; for I noticed him lounging up and down the platform fully arf an hour before the train came in.
Then you think he must have been awaiting his friend?
No doubt he was, sir, for as soon as I drove the lady and gentleman away, he, too, started to walk out of the station.
Then the Coroner, having written a few more words upon the foolscap before him, turned to the jury, exclaiming This last statement of the witness, gentlemen, seems, to say the least, curious.
In an instant all present were on tip-toe with excitement, wondering what startling facts were likely to be revealed.
Chapter Four
The Major.
No further questions were put to the cab-driver at this juncture, but medical evidence was at once taken. Breathless stillness pervaded the court, for the statement about to be made would put an end to all rumour, and the truth would be known.
When the dapper elderly man had stepped up to the table and been sworn, the Coroner, in the quick, business-like tone which he always assumed toward his fellow medical men, said
You are Doctor Charles Wyllie, house-surgeon, Charing Cross Hospital?
I am, the other answered in a correspondingly dry tone.
The woman was brought to the hospital, I suppose?