LITMIR.BIZ

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superintendent’s.

      “Oh, that’s it, is it?” said he. “Can’t say that I recall the occasion; but Mrs. Narkom certainly did stop at Winton-Old-Bridges some four or five summers ago, so of course it’s possible. By the way, my man, what caused you to make this sudden descent upon us? And what are these chaps who are with you bearing arms for? Anything up?”

      “Oh, lummy, sir, yes! A murder’s just been committed – leastwise it’s only just been discovered; but it can’t have been long since it was committed, Mr. Narkom, for Miss Renfrew, who found him, sir, and give the alarm, she says as the poor dear gentleman was alive at a quarter to eight, ’cause she looked into the room at that time to ask him if there was anything he wanted, and he spoke up and told her no, and went on with his figgerin’ just the same as usual.”

      “As usual?” said Cleek. “Why do you say ‘as usual,’ my friend? Was the man an accountant of some sort?”

      “Lummy! no, sir. A great inventor is what he is – or was, poor gentleman. Reckon you must ’a’ heard of un some time or another – most everybody has. Nosworth is the name, sir – Mr. Septimus Nosworth of the Round House. You could see the tower of it over yon if you was to step out into the road and get clear of these trees.”

      Cleek was on his feet like a flash.

      “Not the great Septimus Nosworth?” he questioned eagerly. “Not the man who invented Lithamite? – the greatest authority on high explosives in England? Not that Septimus Nosworth, surely?”

      “Aye – him’s the one, poor gentleman. I thought it like as the name would be familiar, sir. A goodish few have heard of un, one way and another.”

      “Yes,” acquiesced Cleek. “Lithamite carried his name from one end of the globe to the other; and his family affairs came into unusual prominence in consequence. Widower, wasn’t he? – hard as nails and bitter as gall. Had an only son, hadn’t he? – a wild young blade who went the pace: took up with chorus girls, music hall ladies, and persons of that stripe, and got kicked out from under the parental roof in consequence.”

      “Lummy, now! think of you a-knowin’ about all that!” said Mr. Nippers, in amazement. “But then, your bein’ with Mr. Narkom and him bein’ what he is – why, of course! Scotland Yard it do know everything, I’m told, sir.”

      “Yes – it reads the papers occasionally, Mr. Nippers,” said Cleek. “I may take it from your reply, may I not, that I am correct regarding Mr. Septimus Nosworth’s son?”

      “Indeed, yes, sir – right as rain. Leastwise, from what I’ve heard. I never see the young gentleman, myself. Them things you mention happened before Mr. Nosworth come to live in these parts – a matter of some four years or more ago. Alwuss had his laboratory here, sir – built it on the land he leased from Sir Ralph Droger’s father in the early sixties – and used to come over frequent and shut hisself in the Round House for days on end; but never come here to live until after that flare-up with Master Harry. Come then and built livin’ quarters beside the Round House and, after a piece, fetched Miss Renfrew and old Patty Dax over to live with un.”

      “Miss Renfrew and old Patty Dax? Who are they?”

      “Miss Renfrew is his niece, sir – darter of a dead sister. Old Patty Dax, she war the cook. I dunno what her be now, though – her died six months ago and un hired Mistress Armroyd in her place. French piece, her am, though bein’ widder of a Lancashire man, and though I doan’t much fancy foreigners nor their ways, this I will say: her keeps the house like a pin and her cookin’s amazin’ tasty – indeed, yes.”

      “You are an occasional caller in the servants’ hall, I see, Mr. Nippers,” said Cleek, serenely, as he took up his coat and shook it, preparatory to putting it on. “I think, Mr. Narkom, that in the interests of the public at large it will be well for some one a little more efficient than the local constabulary to look into this case, so, if you don’t mind making yourself a trifle more presentable, it will be as well for us to get Mr. Nippers to show us the way to the scene of the tragedy. While you are doing it I will put a few ‘Headland’ questions to our friend here if you don’t mind assuring him that I am competent to advise.”

      “Right you are, old chap,” said Narkom, taking his cue. “Nippers, this is Mr. George Headland, one of the best of my Yard detectives. He’ll very likely give you a tip or two in the matter of detecting crimes, if you pay attention to what he says.”

      Nippers “paid attention” forthwith. The idea of being in consultation with any one connected with Scotland Yard tickled his very soul; and, in fancy, he already saw his name getting into the newspapers of London, and his fame spreading far beyond his native weald.

      “I won’t trouble you for the full details of the murder, Mr. Nippers,” said Cleek. “Those, I fancy, this Miss Renfrew will be able to supply when I see her. For the present, tell me: how many other occupants does the house hold beyond these two of whom you have spoken – Miss Renfrew and the cook, Mrs. Armroyd?”

      “None, sir, but the scullery maid, Emily, and the parlour maid, Clark. But both of them is out to-night, sir – havin’ went to a concert over at Beattie Corners. A friend of Mistress Armroyd’s sent her two tickets, and her not bein’ able to go herself, her thought it a pity for ’em to be wasted, so her give ’em to the maids.”

      “I see, no male servants at all, then?”

      “No, sir; not one. There’s Jones – the handy man – as comes in mornin’s to do the rough work and the haulin’ and carryin’ and things like that; and there’s the gardener and Mr. Kemper – him as is Mr. Nosworth’s assistant in the laboratory, sir – but none of ’em is ever in the house after five o’clock. Set against havin’ men sleep in the house was Mr. Nosworth – swore as never another should after him and Master Harry had their fallin’ out. Why, sir, he was that bitter he’d never even allow Mr. Charles to set foot in the place, just because him and Master Harry used to be friends – which makes it precious hard on Miss Renfrew, I can tell you.”

      “As how? Is this ‘Mr. Charles’ connected with Miss Renfrew in any way?”

      “Lummy! yes, sir – he’s her young man. Been sweet on each other ever since they was in pinafores; but never had no chance to marry because Mr. Charles – Mr. Charles Drummond is his full name, sir – he hasn’t one shillin’ to rub against another, and Miss Renfrew she’s a little worse off than him. Never gets nothin’, I’m told, for keepin’ house for her uncle – just her food and lodgin’ and clothes – and her slavin’ like a nigger for him the whole blessed time. Keeps his books and superintends the runnin’ of the house, she do, but never gets a brass farthin’ for it, poor girl. I don’t like to speak ill of the dead, Mr. Headland, sir, but this I must say: A rare old skinflint was Mr. Septimus Nosworth – wouldn’t part with a groat unless un was forced to. But praise be, her’ll get her dues now; fegs, yes! unless old skinflint went and changed his will without her knowin’.”

      “Oho!” said Cleek, with a strong rising inflection. “His will was made in Miss Renfrew’s favour, was it?”

      “Aye. That’s why her come and put up with un and all his hardheartedness – denyin’ her the pleasure o’ ever seein’ her young man just because him and Master Harry had been friends and playmates when t’ pair of un was just boys in knickers and broad collars. There be a stone heart for you.”

      “Rather. Now one more question: I think you said it was Miss Renfrew who gave the alarm when the murder was discovered, Mr. Nippers. How did she give it and to whom?”

      “Eh, now! to me and Mistress Armroyd, of course. Me and her war sittin’ in the kitchen havin’ a bite o’ supper at the time. Gorham, he war there, too, in the beginnin’; but un didn’t stop, of course – ’twouldn’t ’a’ done for the pair of us to be off duty together.”

      “Oh! is Gorham a constable, then?”

      “Aye – under constable: second to me. Got un appointed six months ago. Him had just gone a bit of a time when Miss Renfrew come rushin’ in and shrieked out about the murder;

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