By Ronald Knox
ILLUSTRATED BY KENNETH HAUFF
CHAPTER XVII fly Which Train?
HI; met Marryatt on his way upstairs—Mairyali looking pained, as he always did when bad news went round. " I must congratulate you cm your di i■ ine. Reeves. It's all over the club. But 11 IWO I think of that poor fellow Davenant-1 wonder now, do you think perhaps the jury will lind Dayenant was insane? Why do we always 14,444111114: it's a madman's act to take one's own iifc, when is surely a far more desperate thing to take anybody clse's? Did you think, from what you saw of Dayenant, that he was in mental health?"
" Aly dear Marryatt," said Reeves, "yon're jumping to conclusions again. The police have arrested Davenant, 'because his movements sinee the time of the murder have been suspicious, and he has got to account for them. But there isn't any positive case against hint as far as I know."
"I'm afraiii the facts arc only too , rear.' said Marryatt, shaking his head. "A man doesn't conceal himself so carefully unless there's a guilty conscience behind it, But I still ask myself, was it a sane man's act?" Reeves was a little disappointed to find the assumption of Davenant's guilt so universal. People, he felt vere confoundedly illogical. lie went to look for C'armichael,in the hope that he to igli t have sonic ne.w illuminating illeortes, but Gordon discouraged him.
" Carmichael says he's sick of the whole thing, and Lic's going back to " Thalsdtty had been serateked golf. He :-.pcalo(tulle viudictively of Davenani, and really., I think, wants to see him banged for not having been Brotherhood after all. It's an odd thing, human nature."
"Well, look here, Gordon, I've bc..en seeing Miss Rendall-Smith, and she's been giving me a whole lot of information. Come and sit in my room for a bit, and let the gt. itclear; then we can think the ease out all over again."
Cordon was not• impressed by the recital of Miss Rendall-Smith's disclosures. "It seems to inc.," he " that cvery word of that makes tile case against Davenant stronger instead of weaker. Ishe one. thing we had still to look for a motive, and here's suraption for Davenant or against him. And I want you to help me to go through all the evidence we collected. and see if we can't make sense out of It somehow. Because we haven't done that yet, Darcnant or no Davenant."
" You mean you 11 to dr1 Solite ilinking aloud, while 1 sit opposite you and say 'My dear Reeves! How on earth . from time to firm? All right; start away."
" Well, look here, what was the most incongruous thing we found, when we examined Brotherhood's body?"
" You mean Inc 14i say the two watches. To my mind it's the fact of his having a ticket. Because he surely had a season?"
"He did. I went and asked specially at the booking-office. But of course lie might have left Ids at home by mistake." "Yes, hut that W4111.i really do. Because on a line like this, surely, the porters know most or the season-ticket holders by heart? And the odd, arc that. if he'd said, 'I've left my sea,on at home,' the porter Wollid have touched his cap and said, 'Right you arc, sir.' Now, knowing that possi bility, that all but-certainty, was Brotherltood fool enough to go and book before he left London? As far as I remember, the tickets on this line aren't examined till you change or till you go out of the station."
" You're right. There's something that looks devilish wrong about that. Well, how did the ticket get there, then?
"It looks, surely, as if it was put
out and Wednesday pat there after the man was dead."
"And if it was pal there, it 10.aF1111 there to create a false impression, obviously. Now, let", ,ee; what false impression could you create by putting a ticket in a ulead man's pocket? That he was travelling on a different day— of course, that's possildc."
"Yes, but that wasn't il: I mean, it wasn't on Monday that he was killed. BCC31.1Se he was seen going up on Tuesdaymorning; they said that at the inquest." " t:ood, then that's excluded. ■ might create the impressiou that he was travelling third when he was really
travelling first Eel