The Roman Hat Mystery (45 page)

“
So there we were with a beautifully hypothetical statement of facts for a jury, but not a shred of genuine evidence. The case we had to present would have offered no difficulties to a shrewd defending attorney. It was all circumstantial evidence, based chiefly on reasoning. You know as well as I do what a chance such a case would have in court . . . . Then my troubles really began, for Ellery had to leave town.

“
I racked my brains
―
the few I have.
”
Queen scowled at his empty coffee cup.
“
Things looked black enough. How could I convict a man without evidence? It was maddening. And then Ellery did me the final service of wiring me a suggestion.
”

“
A suggestion?
”
asked Cronin.

“
A suggestion that I do a little blackmailing myself . . . .
”

“
Blackmailing yourself?
”
Sampson stared.
“
I don
’
t see the point.
”

“
Trust Ellery to make a point that on the surface is obscure,
”
retorted the Inspector.
“
I saw at once that the only course left open to me was to
manufacture
evidence!
”

Both men frowned in puzzlement.

“
It
’
s simple enough,
”
said Queen.
“
Field was killed by an unusual poison. And Field was killed because he was blackmailing Barry. Wasn
’
t it fair for me to assume that if Barry were suddenly blackmailed on the identical score, he would again use poison
―
and in all likelihood the
same
poison? I don
’
t have to tell you that
‘
Once a poisoner always a poisoner.
’
In the case of Barry, if I could only get him to try to use that tetra ethyl lead on somebody else, I
’
d have him! The poison is almost unknown
―
but I needn
’
t explain further. You can see that if I caught him with tetra ethyl lead, that would be all the evidence I needed.

“
How to accomplish the feat was another matter . . . . The blackmail opportunity fitted the circumstances perfectly. I actually had the original papers pertaining to Barry
’
s parentage and tainted blood. Barry thought these destroyed
―
he had no reason to suspect that the papers he took from Field were clever forgeries. If I blackmailed him he was in the same boat as before. Consequently he would have to take the same action.

“
And so I used our friend Charley Michaels. The only reason I utilized him was that to Barry it would seem logical that Michaels, Field
’
s crony and bully and constant companion, should be in possession of the original papers. I got Michaels to write a letter, dictated by me. The reason I wanted Michaels to write it was that possibly Barry, through association with Field, was familiar with the man
’
s handwriting. This may seem a small point but I couldn
’
t take any chances. If I slipped up on my ruse, Barry would see through it at once and I
’
d never get him again.

“
I enclosed a sheet of the original papers in the letter, to show that the new blackmailing threat had teeth. I stated that Field had brought Barry copies
―
the sheet enclosed proved my statement. Barry had no reason in the world to doubt that Michaels was milking him as his master had done before. The letter was so worded as to be an ultimatum. I set the time and the place and, to make a long story short, the plan worked . . . .

“
I guess that
’
s all, gentlemen. Barry came, he had his trusty little hypodermic filled with tetra ethyl lead, also a flask
―
an exact replica, you see, of the Field crime except for locale. My man
―
it was Ritter
―
was instructed to take no chances. As soon as he recognized Barry he covered him and raised the alarm. Luckily we were almost at their elbows behind the bushes. Barry was desperate and would have killed himself and Ritter, too, if he
’
d had half a chance.
”

There was a significant silence as the Inspector finished, sighed, leaned forward and took some snuff.

Sampson shifted in his chair.
“
Listens like a thriller, Q,
”
he said admiringly.
“
But I
’
m not clear on a few points. For example, if this tetra ethyl lead is so little known, how on earth did Barry ever find out about it
―
to the degree of actually making some himself?
”

“
Oh.
”
The Inspector smiled.
“
That worried me from the moment Jones described the poison. I was in the dark even after the capture. And yet
―
it just goes to show how stupid I am
―
the answer was under my nose all the time. You will remember that at the Ives-Pope place a certain Dr. Cornish was introduced. Now Cornish is a personal friend of the old financier and both of them are interested in medical science. In fact, I recall Ellery
’
s asking at one time:
“
Didn
’
t Ives-Pope recently donate $100,000 to the Chemical Research Foundation?
”
That was true. It was on the occasion of a meeting in the Ives-Pope house one evening several months ago that Barry accidentally found out about tetra ethyl lead. A delegation of scientists had called upon the magnate, introduced by Cornish, to request his financial aid in the Foundation. In the course of the evening, the talk naturally turned to medical gossip and the latest scientific discoveries. Barry admitted that he overheard one of the directors of the Foundation, a famous toxicologist, relate to the group the story of the poison. At this time Barry had no idea that he would put the knowledge to use; when he decided to kill Field, he saw the advantages of the poison and its untraceable source immediately.
”

“
What the deuce was the significance of that message you sent to me by Louis Panzer Thursday morning, Inspector?
”
inquired Cronin curiously.
“
Remember? Your note requested that I watch Lewin and Panzer when they met to see if they knew each other. As I reported to you, I asked Lewin later and he denied any acquaintance with Panzer. What was the idea?
”

“
Panzer,
”
repeated the Inspector softly.
“
Panzer has always intrigued me, Tim. At the time I sent him to you, remember the hat deductions which absolved him had not yet been made . . . . I sent him to you merely out of a sense of curiosity. I thought that if Lewin recognized him, it might point to a connection between Panzer and Field. My thought was not borne out; it wasn
’
t too hopeful to begin with. Panzer might have been acquainted with Field on the outside without Lewin
’
s knowledge. On the other hand, I didn
’
t particularly want Panzer hanging around the theatre that morning; so the errand did both of us a lot of good.
”

“
Well, I hope you were satisfied with that package of newspapers I sent you in return, as you instructed,
”
grinned Cronin.

“
How about the anonymous letter Morgan received? Was that a blind, or what?
”
demanded Sampson.

“
It was a sweet little frame-up,
”
returned Queen grimly.
“
Barry explained that to me last night. He had heard of Morgan
’
s threat against Field
’
s life. He didn
’
t know, of course, that Field was blackmailing Morgan. But he thought it might plant a strong false trail if he got Morgan to the theatre on a thin story Monday night. If Morgan didn
’
t come, there was nothing lost. If he did
―
He worked it this way. He chose ordinary cheap notepaper, went down to one of the typewriter agencies and, wearing gloves, typed the letter, signed it with that useless scrawled initial, and mailed the thing from the general post-office. He was careful about fingerprints and certainly the note could never be traced to him. As luck would have it, Morgan swallowed the bait and came. The very ridiculousness of Morgan
’
s story and the obvious falsity of the note, as Barry figured, made Morgan a strong suspect. On the other hand, Providence seems to provide compensations. For the information we got from Morgan about Field
’
s blackmailing activities did Mr. Barry a heap of harm. He couldn
’
t have foreseen that, though.
”

Sampson nodded.
“
I can think of only one other thing. How did Barry arrange for the purchase of the tickets
―
or did he arrange for it at all?
”

“
He certainly did. Barry convinced Field that as a matter of fairness to himself, the meeting and the transfer of papers should take place in the theatre under a cloak of absolute secrecy. Field was agreeable and was easily persuaded to purchase the eight tickets at the box office. He himself realized that the six extra tickets were needed to insure privacy. He sent Barry seven and Barry promptly destroyed them all except LL30 Left.
”

The Inspector rose, smiling tiredly.
“
Djuna!
”
he said in a low voice.
“
Some more coffee.
”

Sampson stopped the boy with a protesting hand.
“
Thanks, Q, but I
’
ve got to be going. Cronin and I have loads of work on this gang affair. I couldn
’
t rest, though, until I got the whole story from your own lips . . . . Q, old man,
”
he added awkwardly,
“
I
’
m really sincere when I say that I think you
’
ve done a remarkable piece of work.
”

“
I never heard of anything like it,
”
put in Cronin heartily.
“
What a riddle, and what a beautiful piece of clear reasoning, from beginning to end!
”

“
Do you really think so?
”
asked the Inspector quietly.
“
I
’
m so glad, gentlemen. Because all the credit rightfully belongs to Ellery. I
’
m rather proud of that boy of mine . . . .
”

When Sampson and Cronin had departed and Djuna had retired to his tiny kitchen to wash the breakfast dishes, the Inspector turned to his writing desk and took up his fountain pen. He rapidly read over what he had written to his son. Sighing, he put pen to paper once more.

Let
’
s forget what I just wrote. More than an hour has passed since then. Sampson and Tim Cronin came up and I had to crystallize our work on the case for their benefit. I never saw such a pair! Kids, both of
‘
em. Gobbled the story as if it were a fairy tale . . . . As I talked, I saw with appalling clarity how little I actually did and how much you did. I
’
m pining for the day when you will pick out some nice girl and be married, and then the whole darned Queen family can pack off to Italy and settle down to a life of peace . . . . Well, El, I
’
ve got to dress and go down to headquarters. A lot of routine work has collected since last Monday and my job is just about cut out for me . . . .

When are you coming home? Don
’
t think I want to rush you, but it
’
s so gosh-awful lonesome, son. I
―
No, I guess I
’
m selfish as well as tired. Just a doddering old fogey who needs coddling. But you
will
come home soon, won
’
t you? Djuna sends his regards. The rascal is taking my ears off with the dishes in the kitchen.

Your loving Father

The End