The Judge retained his imperturbable calm.
“Do you hold me a prisoner here?” he said.
“We hold you an official in your office,” replied Davisson, “not only do we refuse to permit you to leave the courtroom, but we refuse to permit you to leave the Bench. This court shall remain as we have set it up until it is our will to readjust it. And it shall not be changed at the pleasure or demand of any man but by us only, and for a sufficient cause shown to us.”
And again I was anxious for my uncle, for I saw how grave a thing it was to interfere with the authority of the people as manifested in the forms and agencies of the law. Abner must be very sure of the ground under him.
And he was sure. He spoke now, with no introductory expressions, but directly and in the simplest words.
“These two persons,” he said, indicating Taylor and the girl, “have each been willing to die in order to save the other. Neither is guilty of this crime. Taylor has kept silent, and the girl has lied, to the same end. This is the truth: There was a lovers’ quarrel, and Taylor left the country precisely as he told us, except the motive, which he would not tell lest the girl be involved. And the woman, to save him, confesses to a crime that she did not commit.
“Who did commit it?” He paused and included Storm with a gesture. “We suspected this woman because Marsh had been killed by poison in his bread, and afterwards mutilated with a shot. Yesterday we rode out with the Judge to put those facts before him.” Again he paused. “An incident occurring in that interview indicated that we were wrong; a second incident assured us, and still later, a third convinced us. These incidents were, first, that the Judge’s watch had run down; second, that we found in his library a book with all the leaves in it uncut, except at one certain page; and, third, that we found in the county clerk’s office an unindexed record in an old deed book.” There was deep quiet and he went on:
“In addition to the theory of Taylor’s guilt or this woman’s, there was still a third; but it had only a single incident to support it, and we feared to suggest it until the others had been explained. This theory was that some one, to benefit by Marsh’s death, had planned to kill him in such a manner as to throw suspicion on this woman who baked his bread, and finding Taylor gone, and the gun above the mantel, yielded to an afterthought to create a further false evidence. It was overdone!
“The trigger guard of the gun in the recoil caught in the chain of the assassin’s watch and jerked it out of his pocket; he replaced the watch, but not the key which fell to the floor, and which I picked up beside the body of the dead man.”
Abner turned toward the judge.
“And so,” he said, “I charge Simon Kilrail with this murder; because the key winds his watch; because the record in the old deed book is a conveyance by the heirs of Marsh’s lands to him at the life tenant’s death; and because the book we found in his library is a book on poisons with the leaves uncut, except at the very page describing that identical poison with which Elihu Marsh was murdered.”
The strained silence that followed Abner’s words was broken by a voice that thundered in the courtroom. It was Randolph’s.
“Come down!” he said.
And this time Nathaniel Davisson was silent.
The Judge got slowly on his feet, a resolution was forming in his face, and it advanced swiftly.
“I will give you my answer in a moment,” he said.
Then he turned about and went into his room behind the Bench. There was but one door, and that opening into the court, and the people waited.
The windows were open and we could see the green fields, and the sun, and the far-off mountains, and the peace and quiet and serenity of autumn entered. The Judge did not appear. Presently there was the sound of a shot from behind the closed door. The sheriff threw it open, and upon the floor, sprawling in a smear of blood, lay Simon Kilrail, with a dueling pistol in his hand.
A Note on the Author
Melville Davisson Post (1869–1930) was an American author, born in Harrison County, West Virginia. He studied law at West Virginia University, where he graduated in 1892. In 1903 he married Ann Bloomfield Gamble Schofield, with whom he had a son, but the child died in infancy and soon after his son’s death Post left law practice and took to writing fiction. He was a prolific and successful writer and is best known for his mystery and crime stories.
Discover books by Melville Davisson Post published by Bloomsbury Reader at
www.bloomsbury.com/Melville Davisson Post
Monsieur Jonquelle
The Bradmoor Murder
Uncle Abner: Master of Mysteries
This electronic edition published in 2013 by Bloomsbury Reader
Bloomsbury Reader is a division of Bloomsbury Publishing Plc, 50 Bedford Square, London WC1B 3DP
Copyright © 1919 by Melville Davisson Post
All rights reserved
You may not copy, distribute, transmit, reproduce or otherwise
make available this publication (or any part of it) in any form, or by any means
(including without limitation electronic, digital, optical, mechanical, photocopying,
printing, recording or otherwise), without the prior written permission of the
publisher. Any person who does any unauthorised act in relation to this publication
may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.
The moral right of the author is asserted.
eISBN: 9781448213177
Visit www.bloomsburyreader.com to find out more about our authors and their books
You will find extracts, author interviews, author events and you can sign up for
newsletters to be the first to hear about our latest releases and special offers.
Uncle Abner, Master of Mysteries Page 25