第106章 The Adventure of the Second Stain(5)

What did she mean by that? And you must have observed, Watson, how she manoeuvred to have the light at her back.She did not wish us to read her expression.""Yes; she chose the one chair in the room.""And yet the motives of women are so inscrutable.You remember the woman at Margate whom I suspected for the same reason.

No powder on her nose -- that proved to be the correct solution.

How can you build on such a quicksand? Their most trivial action may mean volumes, or their most extraordinary conduct may depend upon a hairpin or a curling-tongs.Good morning, Watson.""You are off?"

"Yes; I will wile away the morning at Godolphin Street with our friends of the regular establishment.With Eduardo Lucas lies the solution of our problem, though I must admit that I have not an inkling as to what form it may take.It is a capital mistake to theorize in advance of the facts.Do you stay on guard, my good Watson, and receive any fresh visitors.I'll join you at lunch if I am able."All that day and the next and the next Holmes was in a mood which his friends would call taciturn, and others morose.

He ran out and ran in, smoked incessantly, played snatches on his violin, sank into reveries, devoured sandwiches at irregular hours, and hardly answered the casual questions which I put to him.It was evident to me that things were not going well with him or his quest.He would say nothing of the case, and it was from the papers that I learned the particulars of the inquest, and the arrest with the subsequent release of John Mitton, the valet of the deceased.The coroner's jury brought in the obvious "Wilful Murder," but the parties remained as unknown as ever.No motive was suggested.The room was full of articles of value, but none had been taken.The dead man's papers had not been tampered with.They were carefully examined, and showed that he was a keen student of international politics, an indefatigable gossip, a remarkable linguist, and an untiring letter-writer.He had been on intimate terms with the leading politicians of several countries.But nothing sensational was discovered among the documents which filled his drawers.As to his relations with women, they appeared to have been promiscuous but superficial.He had many acquaintances among them, but few friends, and no one whom he loved.His habits were regular, his conduct inoffensive.His death was an absolute mystery, and likely to remain so.

As to the arrest of John Mitton, the valet, it was a counsel of despair as an alternative to absolute inaction.But no case could be sustained against him.He had visited friends in Hammersmith that night.The ALIBI was complete.It is true that he started home at an hour which should have brought him to Westminster before the time when the crime was discovered, but his own explanation that he had walked part of the way seemed probable enough in view of the fineness of the night.

He had actually arrived at twelve o'clock, and appeared to be overwhelmed by the unexpected tragedy.He had always been on good terms with his master.Several of the dead man's possessions -- notably a small case of razors -- had been found in the valet's boxes, but he explained that they had been presents from the deceased, and the housekeeper was able to corroborate the story.Mitton had been in Lucas's employment for three years.It was noticeable that Lucas did not take Mitton on the Continent with him.Sometimes he visited Paris for three months on end, but Mitton was left in charge of the Godolphin Street house.As to the housekeeper, she had heard nothing on the night of the crime.If her master had a visitor he had himself admitted him.

So for three mornings the mystery remained, so far as I could follow it in the papers.If Holmes knew more he kept his own counsel, but, as he told me that Inspector Lestrade had taken him into his confidence in the case, I knew that he was in close touch with every development.Upon the fourth day there appeared a long telegram from Paris which seemed to solve the whole question.

"A discovery has just been made by the Parisian police," said the DAILY TELEGRAPH, "which raises the veil which hung round the tragic fate of Mr.Eduardo Lucas, who met his death by violence last Monday night at Godolphin Street, Westminster.Our readers will remember that the deceased gentleman was found stabbed in his room, and that some suspicion attached to his valet, but that the case broke down on an ALIBI.Yesterday a lady, who has been known as Mme.Henri Fournaye, occupying a small villa in the Rue Austerlitz, was reported to the authorities by her servants as being insane.An examination showed that she had indeed developed mania of a dangerous and permanent form.

On inquiry the police have discovered that Mme.Henri Fournaye only returned from a journey to London on Tuesday last, and there is evidence to connect her with the crime at Westminster.

A comparison of photographs has proved conclusively that M.Henri Fournaye and Eduardo Lucas were really one and the same person, and that the deceased had for some reason lived a double life in London and Paris.Mme.Fournaye, who is of Creole origin, is of an extremely excitable nature, and has suffered in the past from attacks of jealousy which have amounted to frenzy.

It is conjectured that it was in one of these that she committed the terrible crime which has caused such a sensation in London.

Her movements upon the Monday night have not yet been traced, but it is undoubted that a woman answering to her description attracted much attention at Charing Cross Station on Tuesday morning by the wildness of her appearance and the violence of her gestures.It is probable, therefore, that the crime was either committed when insane, or that its immediate effect was to drive the unhappy woman out of her mind.At present she is unable to give any coherent account of the past, and the doctors hold out no hopes of the re-establishment of her reason.