The Mystery of the Hidden Room

by Marion Harvey

  CHAPTER IX

  THE VERDICT

  A few moments later Cunningham returned alone, and presently I heardRuth's step upon the stair. I arose and as she entered the room Ihastened to her and led her to a chair, giving her a reassuring smile asI did so. She looked so little, and so tired, so in need of comfort thatit seemed a sacrilege to question her. As for believing her guilty ofmurder, that was too preposterous!

  But then the coroner was not in love with her, and he had his duty toperform. I will give him credit for this, that as he looked into hersweet, gentle face his duty became none too pleasant for him and heconversed with a stranger who had entered the room before he again tookup his burden of office. When he did it was to say:

  "Mr. Ames, the finger-print expert, has a word to say before we can passverdict on this case."

  Before Ames could speak, Cunningham held up his hand.

  "I would like you to hear what Mrs. Darwin has to say first before youattempt to actually incriminate her," he said.

  At his words Ruth turned and glanced at him sharply, with a puzzledexpression on her face which I could not account for, as she stared athim uncomprehendingly, but as the full meaning of his words dawned uponher, she turned her terrified eyes in my direction.

  "Carlton," she said, and she raised her right hand solemnly, as though Iwere the judge before whom she was taking an oath, "I am innocent of anycrime. In God's name, tell me you do not believe me guilty!"

  She caught my hand and drew me down so that she could see my face.

  "Ruth," I replied--it cost me an effort but for her sake I strove tospeak quietly--"when I found you in the study I was startled, but neveronce have I believed you guilty, and now I know that you are innocent."

  She released my hand and settled back in her chair with a sigh ofrelief. As long as I knew her innocent what mattered what anyonethought, was her attitude. But, alas, it was not I but the jury shewould have to convince.

  "Mrs. Darwin, I should like very much to have your version of the eventsof last night," said the coroner, and his voice was very gentle as headdressed her.

  "Ruth," I interposed quickly, "be careful what you say." I was in mortaldread lest she incriminate herself beyond redemption, and yet I knew herto be innocent! Explain the paradox as best you may. I could not.

  "Well meant, but ill-advised," said Mr. Cunningham. "Your best plan,Mrs. Darwin, is complete frankness."

  Again that strange puzzled look on Ruth's face as she turned toward him,then as if his words found an echo in her own heart, she looked oncemore toward me and said simply, "Yes, Carlton, why shouldn't I tell himall since I am innocent?"

  I groaned and mentally anathematized the coroner for his choice ofcounsel. I was powerless to help her in the face of her guilelessattitude and evident inability to realize the danger of her position.

  Very quietly and very candidly she told the coroner all that hadoccurred that fateful night, most of which was already known to thosepresent in the room, the only new evidence being her account of whattook place after she entered the study.

  "The study was dark and as I left the door only barely ajar and the hallwas dim, it was impossible to see any objects in the room. I knewhowever about where the table was located and I groped my way to it, andfound the drawer. It was closed and I had to pull quite hard to open it.As I did so I thought I heard someone breathe quite close to me. I wasparalyzed with fright, but as moment after moment passed and I heard nofurther sound, I decided I was mistaken and slowly put my hand in thedrawer and felt around for the letter that I had come to get. Just as myhand closed around it I heard again that sound. Oh, it was horrible!Like someone trying to breathe who couldn't!"

  She broke off and hid her face in her trembling little hands, and at mysuggestion Mason brought her a glass of water. When she had sipped itshe thanked him with a sweet smile and I saw the old man hastily wipeaway a tear as he departed. I am not sure but that I did the samemyself, as Ruth resumed her narrative in a voice not quite so steady asbefore.

  "I snatched my hand from the drawer and had taken but two swift stepsaway from the table, as I thought, when there was a sudden deafeningroar. I stood stock-still, unable to move, and when I did finally takea step I trod on something hard. Mechanically, I stooped and picked itup. It was then that the lamp lighted and I saw Phil lyingthere--dead--almost beside me. I was stunned and stood like one strickenuntil I heard Carlton's voice. I had no idea what I had picked up untilthat moment, but when I saw what it was and what Carlton was thinking, Icried out in horror--and fainted. That's all I know," she ended,faintly.

  I don't think they really believed her. The skeptical smile on thecoroner's face was reflected on the countenances of the jury. It was aningenious account but there was entirely too much that was stillobscure.

  "Why did you not light the study instead of groping in the dark?" askedthe coroner.

  "Because I knew that Mr. Orton was spying upon me, because I saw him inthe hall as I entered, and did not wish him to follow and see what I wasdoing," she answered quietly, thereby drawing the noose tighter abouther own neck by providing with a perfectly good alibi the only otherperson who could possibly have been in the room at the time!

  But she was ignorant of their suspicions and failed to see the look ofrelief that crossed the secretary's pallid face.

  "Mrs. Darwin, do you recognize this pistol?"

  "Yes. It is Phil's. It's the one I picked up."

  The coroner scratched his head in perplexity. Either she was innocent orshe was a magnificent actress, for only in those two instances could sheanswer these questions with so much directness and sincerity. I couldsee that he inclined toward the latter assumption for his tone grewharsher as he said abruptly: "You were not on good terms with yourhusband. Did you know that he was making a new will when he was shot?"

  Ruth opened her eyes wide in astonishment. "Why, how could I know whathe was doing when I did not know he was at home?" she asked naively.

  "Do you know anyone by the name of Cora Manning?" pursued the coroner.

  "Cora--Manning? No." Her voice trembled slightly as she pronounced thename.

  "You are sure?"

  "I do not know her," repeated Ruth firmly.

  "She is the lady whose name is on the unfinished will. Evidently yourhusband must have thought a good deal of her for he had torn up his oldwill and was apparently going to leave everything to her."

  Ruth drew herself up proudly. "Excuse me, sir, but my husband's affairswere his own. I take no interest in them whatsoever."

  "Not even to the extent of losing several millions?" spoke up the jurorwho seemed always to have so much to say.

  But Ruth did not deign to answer him. Instead she addressed the coroner."By a legal agreement entered into at the time of our marriage myhusband was free to dispose of his wealth as he saw fit."

  If her voice held a tinge of bitterness who can blame her?

  "As you saw fit, since his murder gives it all to you," continued theirrepressible juror.

  "Your honor, I protest against such insinuations," I cried, forCunningham seemed to have fallen asleep.

  "I don't understand you," faltered Ruth, her eyes growing dark as theytraveled over the stern, set faces of the jury. Then her hand flutteredinvoluntarily to her throat. "I don't understand you," she said again.

  As the juror opened his mouth to reply, the coroner silenced him with agesture. "Kindly permit me to conduct this investigation," he saidcurtly, then to Ruth, "Mrs. Darwin, was your husband in the habit ofwearing rings?"

  "I never saw him wear any," she answered. It was plain she was puzzledby his question.

  "Yet he might have done so last night?"

  "I suppose so."

  "You didn't happen to remove it, did you?"

  "Most certainly not," she said, highly insulted by the implication.

  "Your honor, may I make a suggestion?" Cunningham awoke suddenly to theexigencies of the situation.

  "Certainly, Mr. Cunningha
m," responded the coroner graciously.

  "It has occurred to me that perhaps Mr. Darwin had in a moment ofsentiment slipped that stoneless ring on his finger, and then hadtrouble in removing it. Of course it is only a suggestion,"apologetically.

  "No doubt it was just as you say," answered the coroner. "After all, thering has nothing to do with the actual murder. Thank you, Mr.Cunningham."

  As the lawyer resumed his seat with that sardonic smile upon his lips,the coroner picked up the handkerchief. "Is this yours, Mrs. Darwin?"

  "No."

  "Are you sure?"

  "Yes."

  "May I see that handkerchief that you are holding so tightly in yourhand?"

  Without a word she passed the bit of cambric to him and he held it upbeside the blood-stained handkerchief. They were exactly the same,texture, pattern, and design!

  "Well?" The coroner laid the two articles upon the table and bent aflashing look upon her.

  "I don't understand how it can be just like mine when it doesn't belongto me," she said in a frightened voice. "Phil bought it for me at thechurch bazaar--just after we were married. He--he only bought me one."

  "Wasn't it strange--his buying only one?"

  "No--no. I wouldn't let him get me any more. I--I didn't want him to buyme anything at all."

  "Then since it is quite evident that you did not love Philip Darwin,will you explain why you married him at all?"

  "Ruth," I said, warningly, and this time she heeded my advice.

  "I can't discuss my private affairs, sir. They have nothing to dowith--with Phil's death, and they are my own," she said with troubleddignity.

  "Do you realize that your silence will militate against you?"

  "I can't help it, sir," she answered with tears in her eyes.

  "Just one thing more. What is your father's present address?"

  "Daddy's address? Surely you can't think--but he wasn't here lastnight!" she cried in terror.

  "I know. It is merely a formality," replied the coroner, in a soothingvoice.

  "Shall I tell him, Carlton?" she asked me, ignoring her counsel.

  "Yes, I suppose you had better," I returned.

  "He is staying with Mrs. Bailey at Tarrytown."

  "Thank you, Mrs. Darwin. If you will remain where you are, please, wewill now hear from Mr. Ames," said the coroner.

  The finger-print expert stepped forward. "My evidence is of thebriefest," he said. "I have examined the pistol and have taken animpression of the finger-prints upon the handle. I have the enlargementswith me and I should like to compare them with a set made by Mrs.Darwin. If you please."

  He extended an inked pad toward Ruth and showed her how to make theimpressions that he desired. Then followed silence while he comparedthem with the enlargements. Then with a brisk nod he passed the platesto the jury.

  "Well, Mr. Ames?" asked the coroner.

  "Finger-prints, as you know, are infallible evidence," said the expert."The finger-prints on the handle of the pistol are the same as thosemade by Mrs. Darwin here in your presence and there are no other printsof any kind upon the pistol. Therefore I do not hesitate to say that theonly person who handled that revolver last night was Mrs. Darwin."

  The expert sat down, and satisfied that the chain of evidence wascomplete the coroner ordered the jury to leave the room and arrive at adecision. We had not long to wait. No sooner had they filed out thanthey were back again, nor do I think that anyone was surprised whenthey found that the deceased had come to his death by a pistol shotfired at the hands of his wife, Ruth Darwin.

  "Carlton, do you still believe in me?" she asked dully.

  "With all my heart and soul, Ruth, dear. I shall always believe in youeven against all the world," I answered simply.

  She gave me a look of love unutterable, then for the second time intwenty-four hours crumpled in a heap on the floor beside me.