CHAPTER XI
In midafternoon the coroner called all the occupants of the manor housetogether in the big living-room. He had us draw chairs to make a halfcircle about him, and the sheriff took a chair at his side. He began atonce upon a patient, systematic questioning of every one present.
None of us could read the thoughts behind his rather swarthy face. Hiscoal-black eyes were alike unfathomable: whether he believed that themurderer was then sitting in our circle we could not guess. "Of coursethis is not an official inquest," he told us. "The real inquest can'tbe held until there is a body to hold it over. I'm doing this inco-operation with the sheriff. And of course I needn't tell you that allof you are held here, with orders not to leave the immediate grounds,until a formal inquest can be held."
"But what if you never find the body?" Marten asked. "Some of us--can'tstay forever."
"The law takes heed of no man's business," the coroner answered,somewhat sternly. "However, I'll have counsel from the state in a fewdays, and then we can tell what to do. The district attorney will behere just as soon as his work will permit."
He called Nealman first. Except for a strange and startling deepening ofthe worry-line between his brows I would have thought that he was whollyunshaken. Weldon asked his name, place of birth, thirdly his occupation.
"I can't hardly say--I'm interested in finance," Nealman said in replyto the third question.
"And how long have you occupied this house?"
"Less than a month. I bought it last winter, but it has been under thecharge of--of a caretaker until that time."
"Who was the caretaker?"
Nealman's voice fell a note. "Florey--the man murdered last night."
"Ah." The coroner paused an instant, as if deep in thought. "And how didhe happen to come into your employ?"
"He was employed at this house by its previous owner, just a few days orweeks before I purchased it. He asked for work here when I came to takepossession. He was an experienced butler, he said."
"Then that's all you know about the dead man?"
"Absolutely all."
"His full name?"
"I made out his check to David Florey. I assumed he was an Englishman."
"You didn't know that, for sure?"
"No." Nealman hesitated, as if secretly startled. "I really didn't knowit, when I come to think about it. I always assumed that he was."
"He was a good servant?"
"Excellent. I can go further. The best, most conscientious butler I everhad."
"Did you ever get the idea he had any enemies?"
"No. He seemed the most peaceable of men."
"None of the other servants were jealous of him?"
"On the contrary, they seemed to like him very much."
"He stayed close to his work?"
"He scarcely ever went to town. Once or twice he asked me for permissionto go with my chauffeur--for a hair cut, and so on."
"What did you observe about his health? Did it seem to be good?"
"It seemed so. Very good."
The coroner's interest quickened. "You weren't aware, then, that he hadan incurable malady?"
"No. And I don't think he had. At least I never saw the least sign ofit. None of the other servants ever mentioned it."
"Did he look like a man in good health?"
"He was rather gray--from his indoor life, I suppose. But he neverlooked sick to me."
"You think he was murdered, then?"
"Good Heavens, I don't see how we can think anything else!"
"You can ascribe no reason for his murder."
"Absolutely none."
"You can't, eh." The coroner paused, several seconds. "To come back toyourself. You were here less than a month. May I ask what was your ideain buying this manor house?"
"I hardly understand----"
"What did you get it for, a home?"
"I can't hardly say a home. I got it more for a winter shooting andfishing lodge. My home is on the Hudson. I'm very fond of fishing andshooting. I loved the place on sight."
"I take it, then, that you are a man of large financial means--able toindulge your whims even to the extent of buying a shooting and fishinglodge such as this?"
Nealman stiffened slightly. "I don't see how that point can possiblyhave any bearing on this case."
"The merest detail of the lives of any one of the actors involved oftenthrows light upon a crime." The coroner spoke slowly, seemingly choosinghis words with care.
"I am not a man of great wealth, if that's what you want to know,"Nealman answered at last. "I feel--I felt able at the time to buy thishouse."
"No great financial disaster has overtaken you since, I judge?"
Nealman's voice dropped a tone, and he spoke with a curious hesitancy."No. I shouldn't say that there had."
The coroner halted, gazing absently at the carpet, and then began on anew tack. "This butler of yours--I suppose you paid him a good wage?"
"It would be considered so, among the men of his occupation."
"Do you know if he had any large amount of money saved, or if he carriedany large amount on his person?"
"Not that I know of. He was very non-committal about his affairs."
"He was a good butler," the coroner commented.
"Yes. Excellent. If you mean, did he carry enough money on his person toinvite robbery, I should say that I don't think he did. Of course Idon't know for certain. However, I know that he had banking connectionsin Ochakee."
"What of your other employees. Do you know anything about them?"
"They all came recommended. I know nothing further except, of course, inregard to my housekeeper and chauffeur."
"Your chauffeur is a colored man?"
"Yes. He has been with me for four years. A man of good character andhabits."
"Do you know where he was at the time of the murder?"
"I do not."
"Your housekeeper--she has been in your employ a long time, also?"
"About two years."
"Was she well known to the murdered man?"
"Her acquaintance began with him at the same time as my own--less than amonth ago."
"How old is this lady?"
"She sits in the circle. You can ask her if you like. I have never putthe question to her."
Every one smiled at this sally. The housekeeper, a buxom woman of fiftyyears, flushed and giggled alternately.
"Where were your other servants at the time of the murder?"
"I suppose most of them were in bed. Sam, the negro boy, was in thekitchen, helping me to serve my guests."
"Then David Florey was not on duty that night?"
"I didn't watch Mr. Florey closely, Mr. Weldon. He was the kind ofservant that didn't seem to require watching. He helped me serve somecold drinks immediately after dinner. I didn't see him again."
"You don't know at what hour he ventured out into the lawns?"
"I do not. I was under the impression that he was in the pantry or hallfor several hours after dinner. I can not say definitely."
"And now will you describe the crime--that is, what you yourself heardand saw?"
"Beginning where?"
"At the beginning. Where you were, who was with you, and all you cantell me."
"I was in this room. I don't know the exact time--it must have beenclose to midnight. My guests were here with me."
"All of them?"
Nealman paused, seemingly considerably disturbed. "I can't say that allof them were in my immediate sight," he replied at last. "My guests werefree of the house--some of them were at the billiard tables, others inthe library, and so on. I can say definitely that Mr. Marten, Mr. VanHope, and Mr. Killdare were in the room. Mr. Pescini was with us untiljust before we heard the sound."
"How long before?"
"I can't say for certain. It didn't seem to me more than a minute ortwo."
"You don't know where the others were?"
"Not exactly. I had left Mr. Fargo in the billia
rd room a moment before.Major Dell and Mr. Nopp had been talking on the veranda."
"None of these men indicated any previous acquaintance with the butler?"
"None whatever. They were all northern men, from my own part of thecountry."
"All of them were your friends?"
"Yes." His face changed expression, ever so little. "Yes, of course."
"You four men were in the lounging-room--and you heard a certain sound.Will you describe the sound?"
"It was a scream--I can't describe it any further."
"Rather a long-drawn scream, or just a sharp utterance?"
"I would say it was rather long--and very loud."
"You knew at once it was the scream of a man?"
"I thought at first it might be some wild thing--perhaps a panther or alynx--even a water bird."
"Yet it must have been a very distressing sound, was it not? Would yousay it was a cry of agony or of fear?"
"Both. Yes--I would say it was a cry of both fear and agony."
"Then what did you do? Tell exactly what happened."
"We went out to investigate. My other guests ran out the same time."
"You didn't see them run out?"
"No, but I met most of them outside. At such times one doesn't observeclosely. We ran down to the shore of the lagoon, at the place we'veindicated to you, and there we found David Florey, lying dead. Therewas no one near, and no weapons were lying beside him--at least I didn'tsee any. He was lying on his side, and his vest and shirt were torn andwet with blood. Some of us went at once to telephone--Mr. Killdare, Mr.Van Hope, Mr. Nopp and myself. The others began to beat through thegarden in search of the murderer."
"No one stayed with the body?"
"No."
"You're perfectly certain Mr. Florey was dead, Mr. Nealman."
"I didn't dream of anything else at the time, Mr. Weldon. He layhuddled, his face drawn, and certainly there was a terrible wound in hisbreast."
"These men that hunted through the gardens and lawns. Were they armed?"
"Mr. Marten had a pistol. The others were unarmed."
"They stayed close together?"
"I don't think they did. I can't say for sure."
"Then what happened?"
"We telephoned, met the searching party, and all of us went back to thebody. It was gone."
"No action or word of any of your guests wakened your suspicions?"
"None whatever."
"You suspect no one?"
"No one. I am absolutely in the dark."
"Remember, as the occupant of the house, you are in a better position togive us a right steer than any one else. I want you to think hard. Youobserved, at no time, any suspicious circumstances?"
"None whatever." Nealman's voice was firm.
"What weapon, would you say, inflicted the wound?"
"I don't know. It wasn't a pistol, of course. We didn't hear a shot. Wedidn't examine the wound carefully, but I would say it was some metalinstrument, not overly sharp. It might have been a dull knife."
"Would a knife likely have torn the shirt and vest as you describe?"
"It doesn't seem likely, unless the murderer gave a furious, downwardstroke."
The coroner paused again, and the room was utterly silent. "You havenever heard any story, any legend--any set of facts connected with thishouse and its occupants that might explain the murder?"
Nealman waited a long time before he answered. "None that are the leastcredible."
"You've got something on your mind, Nealman. Credible or not, I want tohear it."
"I can't bring myself to repeat such a silly story. All old houses havevarious legends. This particular legend is not worth hearing."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Nealman, but I must be the judge of that. You have thesame as admitted that the story has occurred to your mind. What was it,please?"
Nealman's voice lowered perceptibly, and he answered with evidentdifficulty. "A silly thing about a buried treasure--and a sea-monster--agiant octopus or something like that--that had been set to guard it--inthe lagoon."
As we waited we heard the faint scream of the plover on the shore andthe lapping waves of the tide. Most of the white men were smilinggrimly--the negroes were gray as ashes.
"You will admit that the tragedy of last night, the nature of the woundand the disappearance of the body, brought the legend forcibly to yourmemory?"
"I couldn't help but remember it," Nealman answered. "But it's inane andsilly--just the same."