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"Now, Mr. Hatch," asked The Thinking Machine, "just what is known of this second theft of the gold plate?"
"It's simple enough," explained the reporter. "It was plain burglary.
Some person entered the Randolph house on Monday night by cutting out a pane of gla.s.s and unfastening a window-latch. Whoever it was took the plate and escaped. That's all anyone knows of it."
"Left no clew, of course?"
"No, so far as has been found."
"I presume that, on its return by express, Mr. Randolph ordered the plate placed in the small room as before?"
"Yes."
"He's a fool."
"Yes."
"Please go on."
"Now the police absolutely decline to say as yet just what evidence they have against Herbert beyond the finding of the plate in his possession,"
the reporter resumed, "though, of course, that's enough and to spare.
They will not say, either, how they first came to connect him with the affair. Detective Mallory doesn't----"
"When and where was Mr. Herbert arrested?"
"Yesterday, Tuesday, afternoon in his rooms. Fourteen pieces of the gold plate were on the table."
The Thinking Machine dropped his eyes a moment to squint at the reporter.
"Only eleven pieces of the plate were first stolen, you said?"
"Only eleven, yes."
"And I think you said two shots were fired at the thief?"
"Yes."
"Who fired them, please?"
"One of the detectives--Cunningham, I think."
"It was a detective--you know that?"
"Yes, I know that."
"Yes, yes. Please go on."
"The plate was all spread out--there was no attempt to conceal it,"
Hatch resumed. "There was a box on the floor and Herbert was about to pack the stuff in it when Detective Mallory and two of his men entered.
Herbert's servant, Blair, was away from the house at the time. His people are up in Nova Scotia, so he was alone."
"Nothing but the gold plate was found?"
"Oh, yes!" exclaimed the reporter. "There was a lot of jewelry in a case and fifteen or twenty odd pieces--fifty thousand dollars' worth of stuff, at least. The police took it to find the owners."
"Dear me! Dear me!" exclaimed The Thinking Machine. "Why didn't you mention the jewelry at first? Wait a minute."
Hatch was silent while the scientist continued to squint at the ceiling.
He wriggled in his chair uncomfortably and smoked a couple of cigarettes before The Thinking Machine turned to him and nodded.
"That's all I know," said Hatch.
"Did Mr. Herbert say anything when arrested?"
"No, he only laughed. I don't know why. I don't imagine it would have been at all funny to me."
"Has he said anything since?"
"No, nothing to me or anybody else. He was arraigned at a preliminary hearing, pleaded not guilty, and was released on twenty thousand dollars bail. Some of his rich friends furnished it."
"Did he give any reason for his refusal to say anything?" insisted The Thinking Machine testily.
"He remarked to me that he wouldn't say anything, because, even if he told the truth, no one would believe him."
"If it should have been a protestation of innocence I'm afraid n.o.body _would_ have believed him," commented the scientist enigmatically. He was silent for several minutes. "It could have been a brother, of course," he mused.
"A brother?" asked Hatch quickly. "Whose brother? What brother?"
"As I understand it," the scientist went on, not heeding the question, "you did not believe Herbert guilty of the first theft?"
"Why, I couldn't," Hatch protested. "I couldn't," he repeated.
"Why?"
"Well, because--because he's not that sort of man," explained the reporter. "I've known him for years, personally and by reputation."
"Was he a particular friend of yours in college?"
"No, not an intimate, but he was in my cla.s.s--and he's a whacking, jam-up, ace-high football player." That squared everything.
"Do you now believe him guilty?" insisted the scientist.
"I can't believe anything else--and yet I'd stake my life on his honesty."
"And Miss Meredith?"
The reporter was reaching the explosive point. He had seen and talked to Miss Meredith, you know.
"It's perfectly asinine to suppose that _she_ had anything to do with either theft, don't you think?"