The Garret and the Garden Part 11

Whether or not Mr Dean possessed the power ascribed to him is yet to be seen. We have not s.p.a.ce to follow him through the whole of the serpentine sinuosities of his investigations, but we will watch him at one or two salient points of his course.

First of all he visited Tommy Splint, who, in the privacy of his "boodwar" revealed to him, as he thought, every sc.r.a.p of information about the affair that he possessed. To all of this Mr Dean listened in perfect silence, patiently, and with a smile of universal benevolence.

He not only appreciated all the boy's commentaries and jests and prophecies on the situation, but encouraged the full development of his communicative disposition. Tommy was charmed. Never before had he met with such an audience--except, perhaps, in Susy.

When the boy had fairly run himself out Mr Dean proceeded to pump and squeeze, and the amount of relevant matter that he pumped and squeezed out of him, in cross-questioning, was so great, that Tommy was lost in a mixture of admiration and humility. You see, up to that time he had thought himself rather a knowing fellow; but Mr Dean managed to remove the scales from his eyes.

"Now, my boy," said the detective, after having squeezed him quite flat, and screwed the very last drop out of him, "you are quite sure, I suppose, as to Mr Trumps's words--namely, that he knew Mrs Morley-- chimney-pot Liz, as you call her--"

"Parding. I never called her that--chimley-pot is her name."

"Well, chimley-pot be it--and that he had formerly known Mr Lockhart but did not say when or where he had first become acquainted with either; yet Trumps's peculiar look and manner when speaking of the lawyer led you to think he knew more about him than he chose to tell?"

"Right you air, sir. That's 'ow it stands."

"Good; and in reference to the servant-girl--you are sure that she became suddenly very earnest when she said she believed Laidlaw was not guilty, and that she and some one named Mary had `seen something,' but you don't know what, owing to a sudden interruption?"

"Right again, sir."

"Now, then," said Mr Dean, rising, "we will go up and see Mrs Morley."

They found the old woman alone, knitting in her rustic chair in her floral bower on the roof. Mr Dean sat down to have a chat and Tommy seated himself on a stool to gaze and listen, for he was fascinated, somehow, by the detective.

It was really interesting to observe the tact with which the man approached his subject and the extreme patience with which he listened to the somewhat garrulous old woman.

Being a Briton he began, of course, with the weather, but slid quickly and naturally from that prolific subject to the garden, in connection with which he displayed a considerable knowledge of horticulture--but this rather in the way of question than of comment. To slide from the garden to the gardener was very easy as well as natural; and here Mr Dean quite won the old woman's heart by his indirect praise of Susy's manipulation of plants and soils. To speak of Susy, without referring to Susy's early history, would have been to show want of interest in a very interesting subject. Mr Dean did not err in this respect. From Susy's mother he naturally referred to the family in which she and old Liz had been in service, and to the return of the only surviving member of it to England.

All this was very interesting, no doubt, but it did not throw much light into the mind of Mr Dean, until old Liz mentioned the fact that Mr Lockhart, besides being solicitor to the Brentwoods, was also solicitor to old Mr Weston, who had left his property to Colonel Brentwood. She also said that she feared, from what Mrs Brentwood had recently said to her, there was some difficulty about the will, which was a pity, as the only people she knew besides Mr Lockhart who knew anything about it were a footman named Rogers and a butler named Sutherland, both of whom had been witnesses to the will; but the footman had gone to the bad, and the butler had gone she knew not where.

Then Mr Dean began to smell another rat, besides that which he was just then in pursuit of, for the Colonel had incidentally mentioned to him the circ.u.mstance of the estate pa.s.sing away from him, owing to a new will having been recently discovered. Although the matter was not the detective's present business, he made a mental note of it.

After quitting the garden, and promising soon to return, the detective had an interview with Mr Trumps in the parlour of the thieves'

missionary. Many a fallen and apparently lost man and woman had been brought to the Saviour in that parlour by that missionary--the same whom we have introduced to the reader in the thieves' den. Through the medium of Tommy Splint the interview was brought about, and no sooner did Trumps ascertain the object that Dean had in view than he became suddenly confidential.

"Now, look here," he said, when he found himself alone with Mr Dean, "I knows more about them Brentwoods and Westons than you think for."

"No doubt you do; and I suppose you wish to sell your knowledge at the highest possible figure," said Dean, with a very slight smile.

"You're wrong for once," returned Trumps. "If you'd said that to me two days ago, I'd 'ave said `yes;' but I've 'eard things in this blessed room w'ich 'as made me change my mind. You're welcome to all I knows for nothing."

Mr Dean did not believe in sudden conversion, nevertheless he expressed gratification. Being what the Yankees call 'cute, he avoided anything like eagerness in gaining information.

"My business here, however," he said, "is to get information about that Scotsman, you know, and the charge of theft by Mr Lockhart. We believe Laidlaw to be innocent and, understanding that you think as we do, and that you know something about him, we hope you may be able to help us."

From this point Mr Dean began to pump and squeeze, and Trumps proved worthy of his name in the way he submitted to both processes. At last, when nothing more was to be got Mr Dean said, in a somewhat careless way, "You are acquainted, I believe, with old Mrs Morley--chimney-pot Liz, they call her--are you not?"

"Yes, I am. I've known her long. Knew her when I was footman in a family connected with the Brentwoods."

"Oho!" thought Mr Dean with sudden surprise, for he began to smell more of his second rat, but he looked stolid; said nothing; did not move a muscle; merely nodded his head gently as if to say, go on.

"Now I know what you're driving at," continued Trumps, with a very knowing wink, "an' I'll help you. First place, my name ain't Trumps."

"I know that--it's Rodgers," said the detective.

"Whew! how d'ee know _that_?" exclaimed the thief in extreme surprise.

"We detectives know everything," said Dean.

"Oh! then there's no need for me to tell you anything more," returned Trumps, _alias_ Rodgers, with a grin.

"Well, I don't know exactly everything," returned Dean; "but I do know-- at least I guess--that you were a footman in the service of Richard Weston, Esquire, of Weston Hall, in Kent; that the butler's name was Sutherland, and that you and he were witnesses to Mr Weston's will."

"Just so. You're right."

"Now, are you aware," said Mr Dean, "that Colonel Brentwood has lost, or is going to lose, his estate because a new will by Richard Weston has been found, leaving it to another man?"

"No, I did not know that, but that clears up to me the mystery of the will that I witnessed. You must know that when we were witnessing the will, Sutherland and me both noticed that it was eight pages of big paper, and that it seemed to have two beginnings--one bein' in the middle. Master couldn't see well, an' was very weak at the time--so weak that when he came to the last page the pen fell out of his hand and only half of the last name was signed. Mr Lockhart said that would do, however, an' we witnessed it. Master never completed the signature, for he took to his bed that very day, and no one ever saw him put pen to paper again. Sutherland often spoke to me about that, and wondered if a will with an imperfect signature would pa.s.s. Hows'ever, it was none of our business, so we forgot about it, and soon after Sutherland went to stay with a family in Pimlico as butler, where I think he is now. As for me--"

"Yes, I know," said Dean significantly; "you need not recall that just now. Can you give me the name and address of the family in Pimlico?"

"Good; now then," said Mr Dean after booking his information, "I'll want to see you again, so don't get yourself into sc.r.a.pes, and keep your tongue quiet. Your missionary will help you, I have no doubt.

Meanwhile, I will go and pay a visit to a certain Martha who lives on the other side of the river."

CHAPTER ELEVEN.

PUMPING AND SQUEEZING--THE GARRET CLa.s.s, ETCETERA.

When Mr Dean succeeded, with some difficulty, in obtaining a private interview with Mr Spivin's servant Martha, he proceeded with much politeness and subtlety to pump and squeeze her.

And it may be remarked here that Mr Dean had what Martha afterwards styled "a way with him" that was quite irresistible, insomuch that she was led, somehow, to speak of things she never meant to mention, and to reveal things she never intended to confess.

"You see, sir," she said, "it's the dooty of me an' Mary to do the bedrooms w'en the family's at breakfast. Well, that morning we went as usual to Mr Laidlaw's room first, because 'e's quick with 'is meals an'

wants 'is boots put in 'is room so as he may get out immediately. Mr Laidlaw 'as no luggage, sir, only a shoulder-bag, an' it was lyin' open on the table, so me an' Mary looked into it just to--to--"

"To see that nothing had tumbled out," suggested Mr Dean. "I understand."

"Just so, sir," a.s.sented Martha; "and there was nothink in it but a spare shirt rolled up, and a pair of socks, and a small Bible--no money or watch or anythink that would break even if it did tumble out,--'is shavin' things and all that being on the dressin'-table--so--"

"So your mind was relieved, Martha--well, go on."

"But as we was agoin' to close the bag," continued the girl, "we observed an inner pocket, an' Mary says, p'raps there was a love-letter in it! I laughed an' said, `Let's look an' see.' So we looked an' saw nothink."

"You both looked and were quite sure of that?" asked Mr Dean.

"Yes, quite sure, for we both felt the pocket all round as well as looked into it."

"Well, go on."