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The Middle Temple Murder(Chapter4)

2006-08-28 23:55

  Chapter Four. The Anglo-Orient Hotel

  The house at which Spargo and his companions presently drew up was an old-fashioned place in the immediate vicinity of Waterloo Railway Station——a plain-fronted, four-square erection, essentially mid-Victorian in appearance, and suggestive, somehow, of the very early days of railway travelling. Anything more in contrast with the modern ideas of a hotel it would have been difficult to find in London, and Ronald Breton said so as he and the others crossed the pavement.

  "And yet a good many people used to favour this place on their way to and from Southampton in the old days," remarked Rathbury. "And I daresay that old travellers, coming back from the East after a good many years' absence, still rush in here. You see, it's close to the station, and travellers have a knack of walking into the nearest place when they've a few thousand miles of steamboat and railway train behind them. Look there, now!" They had crossed the threshold as the detective spoke, and as they entered a square, heavily-furnished hall, he made a sidelong motion of his head towards a bar on the left, wherein stood or lounged a number of men who from their general appearance, their slouched hats, and their bronzed faces appeared to be Colonials, or at any rate to have spent a good part of their time beneath Oriental skies. There was a murmur of tongues that had a Colonial accent in it; an aroma of tobacco that suggested Sumatra and Trichinopoly, and Rathbury wagged his head sagely. "Lay you anything the dead man was a Colonial, Mr. Spargo," he remarked. "Well, now, I suppose that's the landlord and landlady."

  There was an office facing them, at the rear of the hall, and a man and woman were regarding them from a box window which opened above a ledge on which lay a register book. They were middle-aged folk: the man, a fleshy, round-faced, somewhat pompous-looking individual, who might at some time have been a butler; the woman a tall, spare-figured, thin-featured, sharp-eyed person, who examined the newcomers with an enquiring gaze. Rathbury went up to them with easy confidence.

  "You the landlord of this house, sir?" he asked. "Mr. Walters? Just so——and Mrs. Walters, I presume?"

  The landlord made a stiff bow and looked sharply at his questioner.

  "What can I do for you, sir?" he enquired.

  "A little matter of business, Mr. Walters," replied Rathbury, pulling out a card. "You'll see there who I am——Detective-Sergeant Rathbury, of the Yard. This is Mr. Frank Spargo, a newspaper man; this is Mr. Ronald Breton, a barrister."

  The landlady, hearing their names and description, pointed to a side door, and signed Rathbury and his companions to pass through. Obeying her pointed finger, they found themselves in a small private parlour. Walters closed the two doors which led into it and looked at his principal visitor.

  "What is it, Mr. Rathbury?" he enquired. "Anything wrong?"

  "We want a bit of information," answered Rathbury, almost with indifference.

  "Did anybody of the name of Marbury put up here yesterday——elderly man, grey hair, fresh complexion?"

  Mrs. Walters started, glancing at her husband.

  "There!" she exclaimed. "I knew some enquiry would be made. Yes——a Mr. Marbury took a room here yesterday morning, just after the noon train got in from Southampton. Number 20 he took. But——he didn't use it last night. He went out——very late——and he never came back."

  Rathbury nodded. Answering a sign from the landlord, he took a chair and, sitting down, looked at Mrs. Walters.

  "What made you think some enquiry would be made, ma'am?" he asked. "Had you noticed anything?"

  Mrs. Walters seemed a little confused by this direct question. Her husband gave vent to a species of growl.

  "Nothing to notice," he muttered. "Her way of speaking——that's all."

  "Well——why I said that was this," said the landlady. "He happened to tell us, did Mr. Marbury, that he hadn't been in London for over twenty years, and couldn't remember anything about it, him, he said, never having known much about London at any time. And, of course, when he went out so late and never came back, why, naturally, I thought something had happened to him, and that there'd be enquiries made."

  "Just so——just so!" said Rathbury. "So you would, ma'am——so you would. Well, something has happened to him. He's dead. What's more, there's strong reason to think he was murdered."

  Mr. and Mrs. Walters received this announcement with proper surprise and horror, and the landlord suggested a little refreshment to his visitors. Spargo and Breton declined, on the ground that they had work to do during the afternoon; Rathbury accepted it, evidently as a matter of course.

  "My respects," he said, lifting his glass. "Well, now, perhaps you'll just tell me what you know of this man? I may as well tell you, Mr. and Mrs. Walters, that he was found dead in Middle Temple Lane this morning, at a quarter to three; that there wasn't anything on him but his clothes and a scrap of paper which bore this gentleman's name and address; that this gentleman knows nothing whatever of him, and that I traced him here because he bought a cap at a West End hatter's yesterday, and had it sent to your hotel."

  "Yes," said Mrs. Walters quickly, "that's so. And he went out in that cap last night. Well——we don't know much about him. As I said, he came in here about a quarter past twelve yesterday morning, and booked Number 20. He had a porter with him that brought a trunk and a bag——they're in 20 now, of course. He told me that he had stayed at this house over twenty years ago, on his way to Australia——that, of course, was long before we took it. And he signed his name in the book as John Marbury."

  "We'll look at that, if you please," said Rathbury.

  Walters fetched in the register and turned the leaf to the previous day's entries. They all bent over the dead man's writing.

  "'John Marbury, Coolumbidgee, New South Wales,'" said Rathbury. "Ah——now I was wondering if that writing would be the same as that on the scrap of paper, Mr. Breton. But, you see, it isn't——it's quite different."

  "Quite different," said Breton. He, too, was regarding the handwriting with great interest. And Rathbury noticed his keen inspection of it, and asked another question.

  "Ever seen that writing before?" he suggested.

  "Never," answered Breton. "And yet——there's something very familiar about it."

  "Then the probability is that you have seen it before," remarked Rathbury. "Well——now we'll hear a little more about Marbury's doings here. Just tell me all you know, Mr. and Mrs. Walters."

  "My wife knows most," said Walters. "I scarcely saw the man——I don't remember speaking with him."

  "No," said Mrs. Walters. "You didn't——you weren't much in his way. Well," she continued, "I showed him up to his room. He talked a bit——said he'd just landed at Southampton from Melbourne."

  "Did he mention his ship?" asked Rathbury. "But if he didn't, it doesn't matter, for we can find out."

  "I believe the name's on his things," answered the landlady. "There are some labels of that sort. Well, he asked for a chop to be cooked for him at once, as he was going out. He had his chop, and he went out at exactly one o'clock, saying to me that he expected he'd get lost, as he didn't know London well at any time, and shouldn't know it at all now. He went outside there——I saw him——looked about him and walked off towards Blackfriars way. During the afternoon the cap you spoke of came for him——from Fiskie's. So, of course, I judged he'd been Piccadilly way. But he himself never came in until ten o'clock. And then he brought a gentleman with him."

  "Aye?" said Rathbury. "A gentleman, now? Did you see him?"

  "Just," replied the landlady. "They went straight up to 20, and I just caught a mere glimpse of the gentleman as they turned up the stairs. A tall, well-built gentleman, with a grey beard, very well dressed as far as I could see, with a top hat and a white silk muffler round his throat, and carrying an umbrella."

  "And they went to Marbury's room?" said Rathbury. "What then?"

  "Well, then, Mr. Marbury rang for some whiskey and soda," continued Mrs. Walters. "He was particular to have a decanter of whiskey: that, and a syphon of soda were taken up there. I heard nothing more until nearly midnight; then the hall-porter told me that the gentleman in 20 had gone out, and had asked him if there was a night-porter——as, of course, there is. He went out at half-past eleven."

  "And the other gentleman?" asked Rathbury.

  "The other gentleman," answered the landlady, "went out with him. The hall-porter said they turned towards the station. And that was the last anybody in this house saw of Mr. Marbury. He certainly never came back."

  "That," observed Rathbury with a quiet smile, "that is quite certain, ma'am? Well——I suppose we'd better see this Number 20 room, and have a look at what he left there."

  "Everything," said Mrs. Walters, "is just as he left it. Nothing's been touched."

  It seemed to two of the visitors that there was little to touch. On the dressing-table lay a few ordinary articles of toilet——none of them of any quality or value: the dead man had evidently been satisfied with the plain necessities of life. An overcoat hung from a peg: Rathbury, without ceremony, went through its pockets; just as unceremoniously he proceeded to examine trunk and bag, and finding both unlocked, he laid out on the bed every article they contained and examined each separately and carefully. And he found nothing whereby he could gather any clue to the dead owner's identity.

  "There you are!" he said, making an end of his task. "You see, it's just the same with these things as with the clothes he had on him. There are no papers——there's nothing to tell who he was, what he was after, where he'd come from——though that we may find out in other ways. But it's not often that a man travels without some clue to his identity. Beyond the fact that some of this linen was, you see, bought in Melbourne, we know nothing of him. Yet he must have had papers and money on him. Did you see anything of his money, now, ma'am?" he asked, suddenly turning to Mrs. Walters. "Did he pull out his purse in your presence, now?"

  "Yes," answered the landlady, with promptitude. "He came into the bar for a drink after he'd been up to his room. He pulled out a handful of gold when he paid for it——a whole handful. There must have been some thirty to forty sovereigns and half-sovereigns."

  "And he hadn't a penny piece on him——when found," muttered Rathbury.

  "I noticed another thing, too," remarked the landlady. "He was wearing a very fine gold watch and chain, and had a splendid ring on his left hand——little finger——gold, with a big diamond in it."

  "Yes," said the detective, thoughtfully, "I noticed that he'd worn a ring, and that it had been a bit tight for him. Well——now there's only one thing to ask about. Did your chambermaid notice if he left any torn paper around——tore any letters up, or anything like that?"

  But the chambermaid, produced, had not noticed anything of the sort; on the contrary, the gentleman of Number 20 had left his room very tidy indeed. So Rathbury intimated that he had no more to ask, and nothing further to say, just then, and he bade the landlord and landlady of the Anglo-Orient Hotel good morning, and went away, followed by the two young men.

  "What next?" asked Spargo, as they gained the street.

  "The next thing," answered Rathbury, "is to find the man with whom Marbury left this hotel last night."

  "And how's that to be done?" asked Spargo.

  "At present," replied Rathbury, "I don't know."

  And with a careless nod, he walked off, apparently desirous of being alone.

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