American Sherlocks by Nick Rennison (reading like a writer .TXT) 📕

in New York, engaged to be married, are found dead in the library of the girl’s home the day before the ceremony. And now, a week later, no one knows whether it was an accident due to the fumes from the antique charcoal-brazier, or whether it was a double suicide, or suicide and murder, or a double murder, or – or – why, the experts haven’t even been able to agree on whether they have discovered poison or not,’ he continued, growing as excited as the city editor did over my first attempt as a cub reporter.

‘They haven’t agreed on anything except that on the eve of what was, presumably, to have been the happiest day of their lives two of the best known members of the younger set are found dead, while absolutely no one, as far as is known, can be proved to have been near them within the time necessary to murder them. No wonder the coroner says it is simply a case of asphyxiation. No wonder the district attorney is at his wits’ end. You fellows have hounded them with your hypotheses until they can’t see the facts straight. You suggest one solution and before –’

The door-bell sounded insistently, and without waiting for an answer a tall, spare, loose-jointed individual stalked in and laid a green bag on the table.

‘Good evening, Professor Kennedy,’ he began brusquely. ‘I am District Attorney Whitney, of Westchester. I see you have been reading up on the case. Quite right.’

‘Quite wrong,’ answered Craig. ‘Let me introduce my friend, Mr Jameson, of the Star. Sit down. Jameson knows what I think of the way the newspapers have handled this case. I was about to tell him as you came in that I intended to disregard everything that had been printed, to start out with you as if it were a fresh subject and get the facts at first-hand. Let’s get right down to business. First tell us just how it was that Miss Wainwright and Mr Templeton were discovered and by whom.’

The district attorney loosened the cords of the green bag and drew out a bundle of documents. ‘I’ll read you the affidavit of the maid who found them,’ he said, fingering the documents nervously. ‘You see, John Templeton had left his office in New York early that afternoon, telling his father that he was going to visit Miss Wainwright. He caught the three-twenty train, reached Williston all right, walked to the Wainwright house, and, in spite of the bustle of preparation for the wedding, the next day, he spent the rest of the afternoon with Miss Wainwright. That’s where the mystery begins. They had no visitors. At least, the maid who answers the bell says they had none. She was busy with the rest of the family, and I believe the front door was not locked – we don’t lock our doors in Williston, except at night.’

He had found the paper and paused to impress these facts on our minds.

‘Mrs Wainwright and Miss Marian Wainwright, the sister, were busy about the house. Mrs Wainwright wished to consult Laura about something. She summoned the maid and asked if Mr Templeton and Miss Wainwright were in the house. The maid replied that she would see, and this is her affidavit. Ahem! I’ll skip the legal part: “I knocked at the library door twice, but obtaining no answer, I supposed they had gone out for a walk or perhaps a ride across country as they often did. I opened the door partly and looked in. There was a silence in the room, a strange, queer silence. I opened the door further and, looking toward the davenport in the corner, I saw Miss Laura and Mr Templeton in such an awkward position. They looked as if they had fallen asleep. His head was thrown back against the cushions of the davenport, and on his face was a most awful look. It was discoloured. Her head had fallen forward on his shoulder, sideways, and on her face, too, was the same terrible stare and the same discolouration. Their right hands were tightly clasped.

‘“I called to them. They did not answer. Then the horrible truth flashed on me. They were dead. I felt giddy for a minute, but quickly recovered myself, and with a cry for help I rushed to Mrs Wainwright’s room, shrieking that they were dead. Mrs Wainwright fainted. Miss Marian called the doctor on the telephone and helped us restore her mother. She seemed perfectly cool in the tragedy, and I do not know what we servants should have done if she had not been there to direct us. The house was frantic, and Mr Wainwright was not at home.

‘“I did not detect any odour when I opened the library door. No glasses or bottles or vials or other receptacles which could have held poison were discovered or removed by me, or to the best of my knowledge and belief by anyone else.”’

‘What happened next?’ asked Craig eagerly.

‘The family physician arrived and sent for the coroner immediately, and later for myself. You see, he thought at once of murder.’

‘But the coroner, I understand, thinks differently,’ prompted Kennedy.

‘Yes, the coroner has declared the case to be accidental. He says that the weight of evidence points positively to asphyxiation. Still, how can it be asphyxiation? They could have escaped from the room at any time; the door was not locked. I tell you, in spite of the fact that the tests for poison in their mouths, stomachs, and blood have so far revealed nothing, I still believe that John Templeton and Laura Wainwright were murdered.’

Kennedy looked at his watch thoughtfully. ‘You have told me just enough to make me want to see the coroner himself,’ he mused. ‘If we take the next train out to Williston with you, will you engage to get us a half-hour talk with him on the case, Mr Whitney?’

‘Surely. But we’ll have to start right away. I’ve finished my other business