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Page 75
Mitchington whistled; the detective, who knew nothing of
Simpson Harker, glanced at him as if for information. But
Mitchington nodded at Ransford, and Ransford went on.
"I know this for this reason," he continued. "You know where
Harker lives. I was in attendance for nearly two hours that
evening on a patient in a house opposite--I spent a good deal
of time in looking out of the window. I saw Harker take a man
into his house: I saw the man leave the house nearly an hour
later: I recognized that man next day as the man who met his
death at the Cathedral. So much for that."
"Good!" muttered Mitchington. "Good! Explains a lot."
"But," continued Ransford, "what I have to tell you now is of
a much more serious--and confidential--nature. Now, do you
know--but, of course, you don't!--that your proceedings
tonight were watched?"
"Watched!" exclaimed Mitchington. "Who watched us?"
"Harker, for one," answered Ransford. "And--for another--my
late assistant, Mr. Pemberton Bryce."
Mitchington's jaw dropped.
"God bless my soul!" he said. "You don't mean it, doctor!
Why, how did you--"
"Wait a minute," interrupted Ransford. He left the room, and
the two callers looked at each other.
"This chap knows more than you think," observed Jettison in a
whisper. "More than he's telling now!"
"Let's get all we can, then," said Mitchington, who was
obviously much surprised by Ransford's last information. "Get
it while he's in the mood."
"Let him take his own time," advised Jettison. "But--you mark
me!--he knows a lot! This is only an instalment."
Ransford came back--with Dick Bewery, clad in a loud patterned
and gaily coloured suit of pyjamas.
"Now, Dick," said Ransford. "Tell Inspector Mitchington
precisely what happened this evening, within your own
knowledge."
Dick was nothing loth to tell his story for the second time
--especially to a couple of professional listeners. And he
told it in full detail, from the moment of his sudden
encounter with Bryce to that in which he parted with Bryce and
Harker. Ransford, watching the official faces, saw what it
was in the story that caught the official attention and
excited the official mind.
"Dr. Bryce went off at once to fetch Harker, did he?" asked
Mitchington, when Dick had made a end.
"At once," answered Dick. "And was jolly quick back with
him!"
"And Harker said it didn't matter about your telling as it
would be public news soon enough?" continued Mitchington.
"Just that," said Dick.
Mitchington looked at Ransford, and Ransford nodded to his
ward.
"All right, Dick," he said. "That'll do."
The boy went off again, and Mitchington shook his head.
"Queer!" he said. "Now what have those two been up to?
--something, that's certain. Can you tell us more, doctor?"
"Under the same conditions--yes," answered Ransford, taking
his seat again. "The fact is, affairs have got to a stage
where I consider it my duty to tell you more. Some of what I
shall tell you is hearsay--but it's hearsay that you can
easily verify for yourselves when the right moment comes. Mr.
Campany, the librarian, lately remarked to me that my old
assistant, Mr. Bryce, seemed to be taking an extraordinary
interest in archaeological matters since he left me--he was
now, said Campany, always examining documents about the old
tombs and monuments of the Cathedral and its precincts."
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