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"Albinism occurs in all races of mankind, among mountainous as well as lowland dwellers. And, with man, as with other animals, it may be complete or partial. Instances of the latter condition are very common among the negroes of the United States and of South America, and in them a.s.sumes a piebald character, irregular white patches being scattered over the general black surface of the body."
Before he began to think, he read the pa.s.sages carefully a second time.
Then he continued to hold the book open, staring at it as if he still read.
The importance of the words struck him immediately. He grasped their meaning as quickly and as fully as he would have done if Braceway had stood beside him and explained. The skin of a white person and that of an albino show up the same under a microscope: white. If a man had under his finger nails particles of white skin, he could have collected them there by scratching an albino as well as by scratching a Caucasian, a white woman.
And Lucy Thomas was an albino. He was certain of that; did not question it for a moment. Braceway had a.s.sured himself of that before sending the telegram.
Perry Carpenter had had a fight or a tussle with her in securing the key to No. 5 the night of the murder, and in the scoffling he had scratched her. That, at least, would be Perry's story and Lucy's. Braceway had been certain of that also before wiring to him.
As a matter of fact, Braceway had known all this before they had started for Washington and had kept it back, playing with him, laughing up his sleeve. The thought nettled him, finally made him thoroughly angry. He compelled himself to weigh the new situation carefully.
Well, what of it, even if Lucy were an albino and Perry had scratched her? Did that affect materially the case against Perry? There was still evidence to prove that he had been to the Withers' bungalow. He had confessed it himself. And the lavalliere incidents and the blouse b.u.t.tons substantiated it still further.
The albino argument was by no means final, could not be made definite.
The fact remained that there had been scratches on the murdered woman's hand and that particles of a white person's skin had been found under Perry's finger nails. That was not to be denied. Of course, the negro's attorney could argue that these particles had come from Lucy Thomas, not from Mrs. Withers.
But it would be only an argument. The jury would pa.s.s judgment on it--and he was willing to leave it to the jury.
He closed the book, took it back to the desk and thanked the young woman.
There was nothing in his appearance to indicate disappointment. In fact, he felt none. By the time he reached home he had gone over the whole thing once more and dismissed it as of no real consequence. Braceway's discovery, or his making the discovery known, had come too late.
If it had been brought out ahead of Perry's confession--yes; it would have made quite a difference then.
"Let the heathen rage!" he thought, remembering the bitter stubbornness with which Braceway and Fulton denied the negro's guilt.
Braceway's withholding the albino information, playing him for a fool, recurred to him, and the accustomed flush on his cheeks grew deeper. He would not forget that; he would pay it back--with interest.
He turned to the Loutois case. Going to his typewriter, he made a list of New Orleans, Atlanta, and New York newspapers.
"Mattie," he called, "_I_ want you to go down to a news-stand, the big one; I think it's at the corner of Haywood and Patton."
He handed her money.
"And here's a list of the papers you're to get. Ask for all of them published since last Friday. Be as quick as you can. I'm in a hurry."
When she came back, she brought also the early edition of the Furmville afternoon paper. He glanced at it, looking for Washington or Baltimore news of Braceway's activities. He found it on the front page. The headlines read:
FINDS NEW EVIDENCE ON WITHERS MURDER
MORLEY GUILTY, OR--WHO?
Whereabouts of Murdered Woman's Husband Not Known--Braceway Predicts New and Amazing Disclosure.
The dispatch itself was:
"Washington, D. C., May 14.--That an entirely new light will soon be thrown on the brutal murder of Mrs. Enid Fulton Withers, beauty and society favourite of Atlanta and Washington, became known here today.
"Samuel S. Braceway, probably the ablest private detective in this country, left this city yesterday afternoon for Furmville, N. C., the scene of the crime, after he had completed an exhaustive investigation here and in Baltimore of more or less obscure matters related to the murder. Police officials here state that the negro, Perry Carpenter, now held in the Furmville jail for the crime, will never go to trial.
"This, they claim, will be but one result of the work Braceway did here and in Baltimore. The detective himself was reticent when interviewed just before he caught his train, but, as he stood on the platform, n.o.bbily dressed and twirling his walking stick, he was the picture of confidence.
"'I think you're safe in saying,' he admitted 'that the Withers case hasn't yet been settled. We're due for some surprising disclosures unless I miss my guess.'
"'Can you tell us anything about the suspicions directed against Henry Morley?' he was asked.
"'It's Morley or--somebody else,' Braceway said smilingly. 'Anybody can study the facts and satisfy himself on that point.'
"'Who's the somebody else?'
"'We'll know pretty soon. In fact, things should develop in less than a week, considerably less than a week.'
"One of the interesting sidelights on this mysterious murder case, it was learned this morning, is that the whereabouts of the murdered woman's husband, George S. Withers of Atlanta, is at present unknown.
Dispatches from Atlanta say he disappeared from there the morning his wife's funeral took place. Advices from Furmville are that he is not there with his father-in-law and sister-in-law. Braceway said yesterday he knew nothing of Withers' whereabouts."
Beneath the Washington dispatch was one from Atlanta:
"Inquiry made here today failed to disclose where George S. Withers, husband of the victim of the brutal crime at Furmville, N. C., is now.
He left this city the morning Mrs. Withers was buried, according to his friends, but said nothing as to his destination or the probable length of time he would be away.
"The Atlanta authorities were asked by the Washington police to locate him if possible. No reason for the request was given."
There was a smile on Bristow's lips when he tossed the paper to one side.
Braceway, he deduced from the article, was having his troubles making the Morley theory hang together. And why should he hurry back to Furmville?
There was nothing new here.
He shrugged his shoulders and unwrapped the bundle of out-of-town papers.
Recalling how late he had received the albino message the night before, he concluded that Braceway had filed it in Washington during the afternoon, with instructions that it be sent as a night message. His resentment for Braceway flared up again.
"'Amazing disclosure,'" he mentally quoted the headlines. "Well, we shall see what we shall see. Perhaps, it will come as an amazing disclosure to him that I've been on the sound side of this question all along."
He began the work of cutting from the papers the accounts of the Loutois kidnapping. As he read them, he built up a tentative outline showing who the kidnappers were and where they probably had secreted the boy. He grew absorbed, whistling in a low key.
So far as he was concerned, the Withers case was a closed incident.
Early in the afternoon he called Greenleaf on the telephone, and announced:
"I'm leaving town for a few days tomorrow morning."
"Again! What for?" the chief asked.
"They've asked me to work out that kidnapping case in New Orleans--the Loutois child."
"Good! I'm glad to hear it; I congratulate you."
Greenleaf was sincerely pleased. He felt that he had sponsored and developed the lame man as a detective.
"Thanks. Before I go, I want to have a talk with you. We might as well go over everything once more and----"