the cruise of the jasper b.-第32章
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Cleggett! But this box; now〃
The great detective interrupted himself to laugh again; a trifle
complacently; Cleggett thought。
〃I will not mystify you; Mr。 Cleggett; about the box。
Mystification is one of the tricks of the older schools of
detection。 I never practice it; Mr。 Cleggett。 With me; the
detection of crime is a businessyes; a business。 I will tell
you presently how the box came into my possession。〃
〃It IS in your possession?〃 Cleggett felt a dull pang of the
heart。 If the box of Reginal Maltravers were in the hands of
Logan Black he could at least trade the other oblong box to Loge
for it; and thus save Lady Agatha。 But in the possession of
Wilton Barnstable; the great detective! Cleggett pulled
himself together; he thought rapidly; he recognized that the
situation called; above all things else; for diplomacy and
adroitness。 He went on; nonchalantly:
〃I suppose you are aware of the contents of the box?〃
The other laughed again as if Cleggett had made an excellent
jest; there was something urbane and benign in his manner; it
appeared as if he regarded the contents of the box of Reginald
Maltravers as anything but serious; his tone puzzled Cleggett。
〃Suppose I bring the box on board the Jasper B。;〃 suggested the
great detective。 〃It interests me; that box。 I have no doubt it
has its story。 And perhaps; while you are telling me some things
about it; I may be able to give you some information in turn。〃
There was no mistaking the fact that the man; whether genuinely
friendly or no; wished to appear so。
〃Have it brought into my cabin;〃 said Cleggett; 〃and we will
discuss it。〃
A few minutes later Wilton Barnstable; Cleggett; Lady Agatha;
Miss Pringle; and two of Wilton Barnstable's men sat in the cabin
of the Jasper B。; with the two oblong boxes before themthe one
which had contained Loge's incriminating diary; and the one which
had caused Lady Agatha so much trouble。
In the light of the cabin the three detectives were revealed as
startlingly alike。 Barton Ward and Watson Bard; Barnstable's two
assistants; might; indeed; almost have been taken for Barnstable
himself; at a casual glance。 In height; in bulk; in dress; in
facial expression; they seemed Wilton Barnstable all over again。
But; looking intently at the three men; Cleggett began to
perceive a difference between the real Wilton Barnstable and his
two counterfeits。 It was the difference between the face which is
informed of genius; and the countenance which is indicative of
mere talent。
〃Mr。 Cleggett;〃 began Wilton Barnstable; 〃as I said before; I
will make no attempt to mystify you。 I was a witness to the
attack upon your vessel。 Mr。 Ward; Mr。 Bard; and myself; in fact;
had determined to assist you; had we seen that the combat was
going against you。 We lay; during the struggle; in the lee of
youryourer; schooner!in the lee of your schooner; armed;
and ready to bear a hand。 We have our own little matter to
settle with Logan Black。 Why Logan Black should desire
possession of this particular box; I am unable to state。
Nevertheless; at the moment when he was leading his assault upon
your starboard bow; two of his men; who had made a detour to the
stern of your vessel; had clambered stealthily aboard; and were
quietly pushing the box over the side into the canal。 They let
themselves down into the water; and swam towards the mouth of the
canal; pushing it ahead of them。 We followed in our rowboat; Mr。
Ward; Mr。 Bard; and myself; at a discreet distance。 We let them
push the box as far south as the Annabel Lee。 And then〃
He paused a moment; and smiled reminiscently。 Barton Ward and
Watson Bard also smiled reminiscently; and the three detectives
exchanged crafty glances。
〃Then; to be brief; we took the box away from them。 They were so
ill…advised as to struggle。 They are in irons; now; on board the
Annabel Lee。
〃But what I cannot understand; Mr。 Cleggett; is why these men
should risk so much to make off with an empty box。〃
〃An empty box!〃 cried Cleggett。
〃Empty!〃 echoed Lady Agatha and Miss Pringle; in concert。
The detective wrenched the cover from the box of Reginald
Maltravers。
〃Practically empty; at any rate;〃 he said。
And; indeed; except for a few wads of wet excelsior; there was
nothing in the box of Reginald Maltravers。
〃Where; then;〃 cried Lady Agatha; 〃is Reginald Maltravers?〃
〃Where; indeed;〃 said Wilton Barnstable; 〃is Reginald
Maltravers?〃
〃Where; then;〃 cried Miss Pringle; 〃are my plum preserves?〃
〃Where; indeed?〃 repeated Wilton Barnstable。 And Barton Ward and
Watson Bard; although they did not speak aloud; stroked their
mustaches and their lips formed the ejaculation; 〃Where; indeed?〃
〃We will tell you everything;〃 said Cleggett。 And beginning with
his purchase of the Jasper B。 he recounted rapidly; but with
sufficient detail; all the facts with which the reader is already
familiar; weaving into his story the tale of Lady Agatha and the
adventures of Miss Pringle。 Wilton Barnstable listened
attentively。 So did Barton Ward and Watson Bard。 The benign
smile which was so characteristic of Wilton Barnstable never left
the three faces; but it was evident to Cleggett that these
trained intelligences grasped and weighed and ticketed every
detail。
While Cleggett narrates; and Wilton Barnstable and his men
listen; a word to the reader concerning this great detective。
CHAPTER XX
THE PSYCHOLOGICAL DETECTIVE
Wilton Barnstable was the inventor of a new school of detection
of crime。 The system came in with him; and it may go out with
him for lack of a man of his genius to perpetuate it。 He
insisted that there was nothing spectacular or romantic in the
pursuit of the criminal; or; at least; that there should be
nothing of the sort。 And he was especially disgusted when anyone
referred to him as 〃a second Sherlock Holmes。〃
〃I am only a plain business man;〃 he would insist; urbanely; with
a wave of his hand。 〃I have merely brought order; method;
system; business principles; logic; to the detection of crime。 I
know nothing of romance。 Romance is usually all nonsense in my
estimation。 The real detective; who gets results in real life;
is NOT a Sherlock Holmes。〃
The enemies of Wilton Barnstable sometimes said of him that he
was jealous of Sherlock Holmes。 When this was reported to
Barnstable he invariably remarked: 〃How preposterous! The idea
of a man being envious of a literary creation!〃
Perhaps his denial of the existence of romance was merely one of
those poses which geniuses so often permit themselves。 Perhaps
he saw it and was thrilled with it even while he denied it。 At
any rate; he lived in the midst of it。 The realism which was his
metier was that sort of realism into which are woven facts and
incidents of the most bizarre and startling nature。
And; certainly; behind the light blue eyes that could look with
such apparent ingenuousness out of his plump; bland face there
was the subtle mind of a psychologist。 Barnstable; true to his
attitude of the plain business man; would have been the first to
ridicule the idea publicly if anyone had dubbed him 〃the
psychological detective。〃 That; to his mind; would have savored
of charlatanism。 He would have said: 〃I am nothing so strange
and mystifying as thatI am a plain business man。〃 But in
reality there was no new discovery of the investigating
psychologists of which he did not avail himself at once。 His
ability to clothe himself with the thoughts of the criminal as an
actor clothes himself with a role; was marvelous; he knew the
criminal soul。 That is to say; he knew the human soul。 He
refused to see anything extraordinary in this。 〃It is only my
business to know such things;〃 he would say。 〃We know many
things。 It is our business to know them。 There is no mir