certain about the time than doctors are as a rule,â Ulyett remarked, not quite sure whether to be pleased by, or suspicious of, such unusual dogmatism. âSay there are two or three different pointers they can go by. Whatâs odd, though, is that they say suffocation was the cause of death.â
âSuffocation,â repeated Bobby, very surprised. âNot the head injury?â
âNo. They say that was a nasty crack all right and probably knocked the chap out. Fractured the skull, but not necessarily fatal. The way they figure it is that somebody clubbed him and he passed out. But he recovered sufficiently to try to âphone. He may have been too weak and collapsed or he may even have forgotten what he wanted to do â he must have been in a dazed state â or he may have put his call through. No telling. Anyhow, he must have touched both the receiver and the dial after being knocked out because of blood stains on them that agree with his fingerprints. But when you found the body it was lying some distance away and the doctors are clear death resulted from suffocation. Theyâve found a cushion on one of the chairs with marks of blood and sputum on it.â
Bobby listened gravely. He seemed to see the picture so clearly. A quarrel or dispute of some kind. A blow given with something blunt and heavy â something in the shape of a life-preserver perhaps, or even a heavy walking-stick. There flashed back into Bobbyâs memory a recollection of Wavenyâs cane â the âPenang Lawyerâ with the heavy silver fitting to the handle. Afterwards the injured man recovering to some degree and trying to get to the âphone to summon help. And his assailant, panic-stricken, dragging him away, completing the dreadful task.
There seemed thus introduced into the affair an element of fiendish cold-bloodedness. Bobbyâs mouth set in grim, hard lines. A blow, even a fatal blow, might be given in sudden passion, without malice or premeditation, but this slow and deliberate completion of the deed was different altogether. To Bobby, too, it seemed that about the method used, suffocation, there was something especially repulsive. Who was guilty of such a deed must not be let go free, must answer for it to the full.
âNo money, no watch, no valuables, no papers, on the body,â Ulyett said abruptly. âLooks like a robbery and murder. Where did the three pound notes come from and what were they doing outside there?â
Bobby had no answer to make. Ulyett went on:
âYou heard Mr. Judson identify him as one of his staff. Mark Macklinâs the name. Had a good job apparently. Manager of the coal export department. Judson says he was at the office this morning as usual, up to lunch time, anyhow. Heâs not sure after that. Says Macklin was often out, hunting business. Doesnât seem to know much about him out of office hours. Weâve got his address though, a flat in St. Johnâs Wood. When we go through it, we may get a pointer or two. Judson canât account for Macklinâs presence here.â
âI believe Macklin used to see to things when Mr. Judson was asking friends here,â Bobby said.
âJudson mentioned that,â agreed Ulyett, âbut he says nothing of the kind was in prospect at present. Judson gave Macklin the key if there was anything on like that, but Macklin always returned it. I suppose he could easily have had another made.â
âIt seems a little unusual,â Bobby remarked, âfor the manager of a department to arrange his employerâs private parties. More like a secretaryâs job.â
âJudson mentioned that. Said it was Macklinâs own idea. It was worth an invite to him and then Judson says his secretary at the office is a girl, quite efficient and all that, but he didnât want to risk shocking her, as he admits the affairs were a bit unconventional. But he wonât have it there
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