“I’ll look up the matter. Glad you mentioned it. Andy they gave him another maid?”
“Yes, the same one we have.”
“I must have a talk with her. Much may be learned from a room servant. That’s what I want, facts,—not theories. We’ve got the big primal fact,—‘women did it.’ We’ve got a possible fact,—an uncertain statement,—‘get both’—or, maybe, get some particular person. Now any side lights we can get that may throw illumination on that uncertain bit of writing is what is needed to show us which way to look. Isn’t that right, Mr. Bates?”
“Why, yes, I suppose so. Personally, I can’t seem to see women doing such a deed——”
“That, sir, is the result of your own manly outlook and your lack of experience with a desperate woman. You know, ‘Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned,’ and we can readily imagine a woman scorned by this Sir Herbert.”
“He could do the scorning, all right——”
“And they could do the rest! Oh, yes, sir, it isn’t a pleasant thing to believe, but it is a fact that women can be just as revengeful, just as vindictive, just as cruel as men,—and can commit just as great crimes, though as we all know, such women are the exception. But they are in existence and that fact must be recognized and remembered.”
“But the circumstances—” demurred Bates, “the time——”
“My dear sir, it seems to me the circumstances and time were most favorable for the work of women. Granting some women wanted to kill that man, or had determined to kill him,—or even, killed him on a sudden irresistible impulse, what more conducive to an opportunity than this house late at night? The great lobby, guarded, as it is at that hour, by only one man and he often up in the ascending elevator car. You see, the women could easily have been in hiding in that onyx lobby. The great pillars give most convenient and unobservable places of concealment, and they could have been tucked away there for a long time, waiting.”
“Oh, ridiculous! Supposing my uncle hadn’t come in?”