Sax Rohmer - THE YELLOW CLAW

glass, Inspector Dunbar, standing squarely in the middle of the

room, fixed his eyes upon the still form lying in the shadow of the

writing-table.

“You will have been called in, doctor,” he said, taking the proffered

tumbler, “at the time of the crime?”

“Exactly!” replied Cumberly. “Mr. Leroux ran up to my flat and summoned

me to see the woman.”

“What time would that be?”

“Big Ben had just struck the final stroke of twelve when I came out on

to the landing.”

“Mr. Leroux would be waiting there for you?”

“He stood in my entrance-lobby whilst I slipped on my dressing-gown, and

we came down together.”

“I was entering from the street,” interrupted Exel, “as they were

descending from above”...

“You can enter from the street, sir, in a moment,” said Dunbar, holding

up his hand. “One witness at a time, if you please.”

Exel shrugged his shoulders and turned slightly, leaning his elbow upon

the mantelpiece and flicking off the ash from his cigar.

“I take it you were in bed?” questioned Dunbar, turning again to the

doctor.

“I had been in bed about a quarter of an hour when I was aroused by the

ringing of the door-bell. This ringing struck me as so urgent that I

ran out in my pajamas, and found there Mr. Leroux, in a very disturbed

state--”

“What did he say? Give his own words as nearly as you remember them.”

Leroux, who had been standing, sank slowly back into the armchair, with

his eyes upon Dr. Cumberly as the latter replied:--

“He said 'Cumberly! Cumberly! For God's sake, come down at once; there

is a strange woman in my flat, apparently in a dying condition!'”

“What did you do?”

“I ran into my bedroom and slipped on my dressing-gown, leaving Mr.

Leroux in the entrance-hall. Then, with the clock chiming the last

stroke of midnight, we came out together and I closed my door behind me.

There was no light on the stair; but our conversation--Mr. Leroux was

speaking in a very high-pitched voice”...

“What was he saying?”

“He was explaining to me how some woman, unknown to him, had interrupted

his work a few minutes before by ringing his door-bell.”...

Inspector Dunbar held up his hand.

“I won't ask you to repeat what he said, doctor; Mr. Leroux, presently,

can give me his own words.”

“We had descended to this floor, then,” resumed Cumberly, “when Mr.

Exel, entering below, called up to us, asking if anything was the

matter. Leroux replied, 'Matter, Exel! There's a devil of a business!

For mercy's sake, come up!'”

“Well?”

“Mr. Exel thereupon joined us at the door of this flat.”

“Was it open?”

“Yes. Mr. Leroux had rushed up to me, leaving the door open behind him.

The light was out, both in the lobby and in the study, a fact upon which

I commented at the time. It was all the more curious as Mr. Leroux had

left both lights on!”...

“Did he say so?”

“He did. The circumstances surprised him to a marked degree. We came in

and I turned up the light in the lobby. Then Leroux, entering the

study, turned up the light there, too. I entered next, followed by Mr.

Exel--and we saw the body lying where you see it now.”

“Who saw it first?”

“Mr. Leroux; he drew my attention to it, saying that he had left her

lying on the chesterfield and NOT upon the floor.”

“You examined her?”

“I did. She was dead, but still warm. She exhibited signs of recent

illness, and of being addicted to some drug habit; probably morphine.

This, beyond doubt, contributed to her death, but the direct cause was

asphyxiation. She had been strangled!”

“My God!” groaned Leroux, dropping his face into his hands.

“You found marks on her throat?”

“The marks were very slight. No great pressure was required in her weak

condition.”

“You did not move the body?”

“Certainly not; a more complete examination must be made, of course. But

I extracted a piece of torn paper from her clenched right hand.”

Inspector Dunbar lowered his tufted brows.

“I'm not glad to know you did that,” he said. “It should have been

left.”

“It was done on the spur of the moment, but without altering the

position of the hand or arm. The paper lies upon the table, yonder.”

Inspector Dunbar took a long drink. Thus far he had made no attempt

to examine the victim. Pulling out a bulging note-case from the inside

pocket of his blue serge coat, he unscrewed a fountain-pen, carefully

tested the nib upon his thumb nail, and made three or four brief

entries. Then, stretching out one long arm, he laid the wallet and

the pen beside his glass upon the top of a bookcase, without otherwise

changing his position, and glancing aside at Exel, said:--

“Now, Mr. Exel, what help can you give us?”

“I have little to add to Dr. Cumberly's account,” answered Exel,

offhandedly. “The whole thing seemed to me”...

“What it seemed,” interrupted Dunbar, “does not interest Scotland Yard,

Mr. Exel, and won't interest the jury.”

Leroux glanced up for a moment, then set his teeth hard, so that his jaw

muscles stood out prominently under the pallid skin.

“What do you want to know, then?” asked Exel.

“I will be wanting to know,” said Dunbar, “where you were coming from,

to-night?”

“From the House of Commons.”

“You came direct?”

“I left Sir Brian Malpas at the corner of Victoria Street at four

minutes to twelve by Big Ben, and walked straight home, actually

entering here, from the street, as the clock was chiming the last stroke

of midnight.”

“Then you would have walked up the street from an easterly direction?”

“Certainly.”

“Did you meet any one or anything?”

“A taxi-cab, empty--for the hood was lowered--passed me as I turned the

corner. There was no other vehicle in the street, and no person.”

“You don't know from which door the cab came?”

“As I turned the corner,” replied Exel, “I heard the man starting his

engine, although when I actually saw the cab, it was in motion; but

judging by the sound to which I refer, the cab had been stationary,

if not at the door of Palace Mansions, certainly at that of the next

block--St. Andrew's Mansions.”

“Did you hear, or see anything else?”

“I saw nothing whatever. But just as I approached the street door, I

heard a peculiar whistle, apparently proceeding from the gardens in the

center of the square. I attached no importance to it at the time.”

“What kind of whistle?”

“I have forgotten the actual notes, but the effect was very odd in some

way.”

“In what way?”

“An impression of this sort is not entirely reliable, Inspector; but it

struck me as Oriental.”

“Ah!” said Dunbar, and reached out the long arm for his notebook.

“Can I be of any further assistance?” said Exel, glancing at his watch.

“You had entered the hall-way and were about to enter your own flat when

the voices of Dr. Cumberly and Mr. Leroux attracted your attention?”

“I actually had the key in my hand,” replied Exel.

“Did you actually have the key in the lock?”

“Let me think,” mused Exel, and he took out a bunch of keys and dangled

them, reflectively, before his eyes. “No! I was fumbling for the right

key when I heard the voices above me.”