The Secret House · Chapter 13 (2/2)

“He stood at the door, saw them flourishing their pistols and thought it was an excellent opportunity to rid himself of a very serious danger. He shot them from the doorway, closed the doorway behind him, and returned the revolver to its drawer in his study, and came down in time to meet the policeman with energetic protestations of his terror. I smelt the powder when I went into the house; there is no mistaking the smell of cordite fired in so confined a place as the hallway of a house. And Lady Dex was also there; she must have witnessed the shooting.”

“Why did she come?” asked the chief.

“My conjecture is that she came either to confront Farrington with evidence of his complicity, which is unlikely, or else to secure confirmation of the story her lover told in his last letter.”

“But why shouldn’t Farrington disappear in an ordinary way⁠—or why need he disappear at all?” asked Sir George. “He had plenty of credit in the city. He had the handling of his niece’s fortune. He could have blocked out your suspicion; he is not the kind of man to be scared of a little thing like that.”

“That is where I am at sea,” said T. B. “I must confess his disappearance is not consistent with his known character. He certainly had the fortune of the girl, and I have no doubt in my mind that he has a very genuine affection for his niece. Her inheritance, by the way, falls due next month; I do not suppose that had anything to do with it. If he had robbed her of it, or he had dissipated this money which was left in his care, one could have understood it, but the fact that he is dead will not restore the fortune if it is gone.”

“What are you doing?” asked the chief.

“About Farrington?” asked T. B. “I am having the house kept under observation, and I am taking whatever precautions I can to prevent our friend from being scared. I am even attempting to lure him into the open. Once I can catch him outside of the Secret House, I think he will be a clever man to escape.”

“And Poltavo?”

“He is in town,” said T. B. “I think he will be a fairly easy man to circumvent; he is obviously acting now as the agent of our friend Farrington, and he is horribly proud of himself!”