Christopher Quarles: College Professor and Master Detective. Brebner Percy James
who had not volunteered it, explained his late return by saying that he was worried financially, and had gone for a lonely walk to think matters over. He admits that the life-preserver belonged to him. Mr. Parrish had spoken once or twice of the possibility of his being robbed, and that evening Hall had made him a present of the weapon, but had not told his wife that he was going to do so. The police discovered that two days before the murder a valuable silver salver belonging to Parrish had been pawned in Pershore in the name of M. Hall, and the pawnbroker's assistant identified Hall. A search among Parrish's papers after the murder resulted in the discovery of a recent will, under which all the property was left to Hall. The condemned man declared he was ignorant of this fact, but the prosecution suggested that his knowledge of it and the straits he was in for money were the motive for the crime. Except on the assumption that Hall is guilty there appears to be no motive for the murder. Nothing but this silver salver was missing."
Quarles had not interrupted me. He had listened to my narrative, his features set, his eyes closed, the whole of his mind evidently concentrated on the story. As I stopped I looked at Zena.
"I wonder the housekeeper did not look out of her bedroom window to see that it was Michael Hall who left the house," Zena said slowly.
"She slept at the back of the house," I returned.
"I had not thought of that." And then, after a pause, during which her grandfather's eyes remained fixed upon her as though he would compel her to say more, she went on: "How was it, since they are early risers in Thornfield, that Mrs. Ashworth had to wait twenty minutes before anyone came? The house isn't isolated, is it?"
"No. I understand it is in the middle of the village street."
"There may be something in that question, Wigan," said Quarles, becoming alert. "Tell me, are the house and its contents still untouched?"
"I believe so. According to Mrs. Ashworth, Mr. Parrish appears to have had only one relation living – a nephew, named Charles Eade. He lives in Birmingham, and at the trial said he knew nothing whatever about his uncle, and had not seen him for years."
"Any reason?"
"No; the family had drifted apart. I am simply stating what came out in the evidence."
"About the will," said Quarles. "Was any provision made for Mrs. Ashworth in it?"
"No; it leaves everything to Hall, and there is a recommendation to sell the books in London, except a few which are specially mentioned as being of no value intrinsically, and which Hall is advised to read. According to Hall, the old gentleman talked much about literature, and declared that the whole philosophy of life was contained in about a score of books. I have a copy of the list given in the will."
"Who witnessed the signature to the will?" Quarles asked.
"A lawyer in Pershore and his clerk. This was the only business transaction the lawyer had had with Mr. Parrish, and he knew little about him."
"I think we must go to Birmingham," said Quarles. "Sometimes there is only one particular standpoint from which the real facts can be seen, and I fancy Birmingham represents that standpoint for us. I suppose you can arrange for us to have access to Mr. Parrish's house at Thornfield, Wigan?"
"I will see about that," I answered.
"Are you sure Michael Hall is not guilty?" asked Zena.
"Were he guilty I should not have seen him," answered Quarles decidedly.
"His poor wife!" said Zena.
"Pray, dear, that we may carry sunlight to her again," said the professor solemnly.
I thought that our journey to Birmingham was for the purpose of interviewing Parrish's nephew, but it was not. Quarles got a list of the leading secondhand booksellers there.
"A bookworm, Wigan, remains a bookworm to the end of his days. Although nothing has been said about it, I warrant Mr. Parrish bought books and had them sent to Thornfield."
"He might have bought them in London," I said.
"I think it was Birmingham," said Quarles.
So far he was right. It was the third place we visited. Baines and Son was the firm, and we saw old Mr. Baines. He had constantly sold books to Mr. Parrish, of Thornfield, who had been to his shop several times, but their intercourse was chiefly by correspondence. Good books! Certainly. Mr. Parrish knew what he was doing, and never bought rubbish.
"His purchases might be expected to increase in value?" asked Quarles.
"Yes; but, forgive me, why these questions?"
"Ah! I supposed you would have heard. Mr. Parrish is dead."
"Indeed! I am very sorry to hear it."
"We are looking into his affairs," Quarles went on. "Is there any money owing to you?"
"No."
"The fact is, Mr. Parrish was murdered."
"Murdered!" exclaimed Baines, starting from his chair. "Do you mean for some treasured volume he possessed? Do you mean by some bibliomaniac?"
"You think he may have had such a treasure, then?"
"I know he had many rare and valuable books," Baines answered.
"You don't happen to know a bibliomaniac who might commit murder?" said Quarles.
"No."
"Such information would help us, because a young man has been condemned for the murder, a man named Hall – Michael Hall."
"I never heard of him," said Baines. "I wonder I did not see the case in the paper."
"It caused little sensation," said Quarles. "At present it seems one of those crimes committed for small gain."
"Mr. Parrish must have been a man of considerable means," said the bookseller; "considerable means, although he was eccentric about money. He always sent me cash, or some check he had received, with a request that I would return him the balance in cash. Indeed, I have constantly acted as his banker. He has sent me checks and asked me to send him notes for them."
"Where did those checks come from – I mean whose were they? Were they for dividends?"
"Possibly, one or two of them, I do not remember; but I fancy he sold books sometimes, and the checks represented the purchase money."
We thanked Mr. Baines, and then, just as we were leaving, Quarles said:
"By the way, do you happen to know a Mr. Charles Eade?"
"A solicitor?" queried the bookseller.
"I didn't know he was a solicitor, but he is a relation of Mr. Parrish's, I believe," Quarles answered.
"I was not aware of that," Baines returned. "Mr. Eade's office is in West Street – No. 40, I think. He comes in here occasionally to make small purchases."
"Not a bookworm like his uncle, eh?"
"Neither the taste nor the money, I should imagine," said Baines.
As soon as we were in the street the professor turned to me.
"That has been an interesting interview, Wigan. What do you think of the bibliomaniac idea?"
"I suppose it goes to confirm your theory?" I said.
"On the contrary, it was a new idea to me. It would be an idea well worth following if we found that one or two of Parrish's valuable books were missing; but we'll try another trail first. I think we will go to Pershore next."
"How about Charles Eade?"
"I expect he is in his office in West Street. I don't want to see him. Do you?"
"We might call upon him so as to leave no stone unturned. I don't think you quite appreciate the difficulty of this case. The man may be innocent, but we have got to prove it."
"My dear Wigan, if Baines had said that Eade was a bibliomaniac I should have gone to West Street at once. Since he is only a lawyer, I am convinced we should get no useful information out of him. Besides, he might very reasonably resent our interference in his uncle's affairs. It will be time enough to communicate with him when