accepted a scrap of paper and a nub of charcoal, then spent a careful forty seconds at the table next to his door, tongue in the corner of his mouth. When he showed them the result of his work, Lenox felt excitement. It was nearly identical to the image Hadley had provided them. Something concrete, then, something to confirm that Hadley wasnât simply going mad. If anything, Rootâs figure had slightly more detail to it.
âBraids in the hair,â murmured Lenox.
âYes,â said Root. âThere werenât many distinguishing marks to the drawing, but I recall that one. And the mouthâthat was what gave me rather a jolt. It wasnât a smile, as you would expect. Nor a frown. A straight line.â
âExpressionless,â said Lenox.
âYes. There was something unsettling about it.â
âWhat did you think of the drawing at the time?â asked Lenox.
âWell, I thought enough of it that I stopped and looked at it for a moment before going on into town. I suppose I assumed some children had done it.â
âEven though Hadley doesnât have children?â
âI didnât give it all that much thought, you know, not enough to inquire of myself what children would have done it.â
âAnd now? What do you think?â
Root frowned. He was an older, acute man, contemplative. He had come to the door with his finger holding his place in a book. âIf I consider it again,â he said, âthough Iâm not certain, I think perhaps it seems too ⦠too expert for a child to have drawn it. Of course, I may only be ascribing that impression to it now, since two gentlemen have come to my door and asked me about it, including my representative in Parliament!â
Lenox nodded. âI understand. And youâre sure you saw nothing elseânobody unusual loitering in the area of Mr. Hadleyâs house?â
âOnly Mrs. Watson, whose family I have known sixty years.â
âAre you that long in this district, sir?â said Edmund, sounding surprised.
âI grew up hereâleft for London for thirty years, where I had offices in High Holborn, and now am back, in my mother and fatherâs old home, though I spend the coldest months of the winter on the Continent, for my health. I know you by sight, however, Sir Edmund. It is a pleasure to meet you in person.â
Edmund put out his hand. âThe pleasure is mine,â he said.
Root took the hand and dipped his head deferentially. They spoke for another few minutes, but the solicitor wasnât able to add any information to that which he had already given them. Nevertheless, as Lenox and Edmund walked across the street toward Hadleyâs, they were both animatedâa clue, confirmation of a clue.
âIs this what itâs always like?â Edmund asked.
âItâs usually a good deal more frustrating than this. And there are a great number of doors slammed in your face, and occasionally slop thrown after your feet. And curses behind your back.â
âI say, that would be thrilling.â
âWell, I doubt Hadley is the man to do any of that, and here we are at his door,â said Lenox, âso you will have to wait your treat out.â
The chief impression Hadleyâs house gave was of unimpeachable tidiness. If he said there had been six bottles of liquor in the liquor stand, Lenox believed that there had been six bottles of liquor in the liquor stand. In the compact entry hall, there was a table with a clock on it, polished to a gleam, an empty calfskin card stand (no visitors that morning, at least), a paperweight, and a stack of precisely a weekâs newspapers, the Times. Lenox counted them surreptitiously with his finger. Here was another signal, like the collection of gemstones, that, while Hadleyâs house was small and he kept only a part-time servant, he was well off; the Times cost nine pounds a year, not an inconsiderable
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