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his chair and ticked off on his fingers the points as he made them.
“You know that around Lyne’s chest a silk nightdress was discovered?”
Tarling nodded.
“Under the nightdress, made into a pad, evidently with the object of arresting the bleeding, were two handkerchiefs, neatly folded, as though they had been taken from a drawer. They were ladies’ handkerchiefs, so we may start on the supposition that there is a woman in the case.”
Tarling nodded.
“Now another peculiar feature of the case, which happily has escaped the attention of those who saw the body first and gave particulars to the newspapers, was that Lyne, though fully dressed, wore a pair of thick felt slippers. They were taken out of his own store yesterday evening, as we have ascertained, by Lyne himself, who sent for one of his assistants to his office and told him to get a pair of very soft-soled slippers.
“The third item is that Lyne’s boots were discovered in the deserted motorcar which was drawn up by the side of the road a hundred yards from where the body was lying.
“And the fourth feature — and this explains why I have brought you into the case — is that in the car was discovered his bloodstained coat and waistcoat. In the right-hand pocket of the latter garment,” said Cresswell, speaking slowly, “was found this.” He took from his drawer a small piece of crimson paper two inches square, and handed it without comment to the detective.
Tarling took the paper and stared. Written in thick black ink were four Chinese characters, “tzu chao fan nao”— “He brought this trouble upon himself.”
VI. The Mother of Odette Rider
The two men looked at one another in silence.
“Well?” said the Commissioner at last.
Tarling shook his head.
“That’s amazing,” he said, and looked at the little slip of paper between his finger and thumb.
“You see why I am bringing you in,” said the Commissioner. “If there is a Chinese end to this crime, nobody knows better than you how to deal with it. I have had this slip translated. It means ‘He brought this trouble upon himself.’”
“Literally, ‘self look for trouble,’” said Tarling. “But there is one fact which you may not have noticed. If you will look at the slip, you will see that it is not written but printed.”
He passed the little red square across the table, and the Commissioner examined it.
“That’s true,” he said in surprise. “I did not notice that. Have you seen these slips before?”
Tarling nodded.
“A few years ago,” he said. “There was a very bad outbreak of crime in Shanghai, mostly under the leadership of a notorious criminal whom I was instrumental in getting beheaded. He ran a gang called ‘The Cheerful Hearts’ — you know the fantastic titles which these Chinese gangs adopt. It was their custom to leave on the scene of their depredations the Hong, or sign-manual of the gang. It was worded exactly as this slip, only it was written. These visiting cards of ‘The Cheerful Hearts’ were bought up as curios, and commanded high prices until some enterprising Chinaman started printing them, so that you could buy them at almost any stationer’s shop in Shanghai — just as you buy picture postcards.”
The Commissioner nodded.
“And this is one of those?”
“This is such a one. How it came here, heaven knows,” he said. “It is certainly the most remarkable discovery.”
The Commissioner went to a cupboard, unlocked it and took out a suitcase, which he placed upon the table and opened.
“Now,” said the Commissioner, “look at this, Tarling.”
“This” was a stained garment, which Tarling had no difficulty in recognising as a nightdress. He took it out and examined it. Save for two sprays of forget-me-nots upon the sleeves it was perfectly plain and was innocent of lace or embroidery.
“It was found round his body, and here are the handkerchiefs.” He pointed to two tiny squares of linen, so discoloured as to be hardly recognisable.
Tarling lifted the flimsy garment, with its evidence of the terrible purpose for which it had been employed, and carried it to the light.
“Are there laundry marks?”
“None whatever,” said the Commissioner.
“Or on the handkerchiefs?”
“None,” replied Mr. Cresswell.
“The property of a girl who lived alone,” said Tarling. “She is not very well off, but extremely neat, fond of good things, but not extravagant, eh?”
“How do you know that?” asked the Commissioner, surprised.
Tarling laughed.
“The absence of laundry marks shows that she washes her silk garments at home, and probably her handkerchiefs also, which places her amongst the girls who aren’t blessed with too many of this world’s goods. The fact that it is silk, and good silk, and that the handkerchiefs are good linen, suggests a woman who takes a great deal of trouble, yet whom one would not expect to find overdressed. Have you any other clue?”
“None,” said the Commissioner. “We have discovered that Mr. Lyne had rather a serious quarrel with one of his employees, a Miss Odette Rider—”
Tarling caught his breath. It was, he told himself, absurd to take so keen an interest in a person whom he had not seen for more than ten minutes, and who a week before was a perfect stranger. But somehow the girl had made a deeper impression upon him than he had realised. This man, who had spent his life in the investigation of crime and in the study of criminals, had found little time to interest himself in womanhood, and Odette Rider had been a revelation to him.
“I happen to know there was a quarrel. I also know the cause,” he said, and related briefly the circumstances under which he himself had met Thornton Lyne. “What have you against her?” he said, with an assumption of carelessness which he did not feel.
“Nothing definite,” said the Commissioner. “Her principal accuser is the man Stay. Even he did not accuse her directly, but he hinted that she was responsible, in some way which he did not particularise, for Thornton Lyne’s death. I thought it curious that he should know anything about this girl, but I am inclined to think that Thornton Lyne made this man his confidant.”
“What about the man?” asked Tarling. “Can he account for his movements last night and early this morning?”
“His statement,” replied the Commissioner, “is that he saw Mr. Lyne at his flat at nine o’clock, and that Mr. Lyne gave him five pounds in the presence of Lyne’s butler. He said he left the flat and went to his lodgings in Lambeth, where he went to bed very early. All the evidence we have been able to collect supports his statement. We have interviewed Lyne’s butler, and his account agrees with Stay’s. Stay left at five minutes past nine, and at twentyfive minutes to ten — exactly half an hour later — Lyne himself left the house, driving his two-seater. He was alone, and told the butler he was going to his club.”
“How was he dressed?” asked Tarling.
“That is rather important,” nodded the Commissioner. “For he was in evening dress until nine o’clock — in fact, until after Stay had gone — when he changed into the kit in which he was found dead.”
Tarling pursed his lips.
“He’d hardly change from evening into day dress to go to his club,”