"Van Dine, S S - Philo Vance 04 - The Bishop Murder Case" - читать интересную книгу автора (Van Dine S S)Markham hesitated a moment before answering. Then he said with marked deference: "Suppose, sir, you tell me just what you know of the tragedy. Then I'll put whatever questions I deem essential." Professor Dillard reached for an old meerschaum pipe on the stand beside him. When he had filled and lighted it he shifted himself more comfortably in his chair. "I told you practically everything I know over the telephone. Robin and Sperling called this morning about ten o'clock to see Belle. But she had gone to the courts to play tennis, so they waited in the drawing-room down-stairs. I heard them talking there together for half an hour or so before they went to the basement club-room. I remained here reading for perhaps an hour, and then, as the sunshine looked so pleasant, I decided to step out on the balcony at the rear of the house. I had been there about five minutes, I should say, when I chanced to look down on the archery range; and to my horrified amazement I saw Robin lying on his back with an arrow-shaft protruding from his breast. I hastened down as quickly as my gout would permit, but I could see at once that the poor fellow was dead; so I immediately telephoned to you. There was no one in the house at the time but old Pyne, the butler, and myself. The cook had gone marketing; Arnesson had left for the university at nine o'clock; and Belle was still out playing tennis. I sent Pyne to look for Sperling, but he was nowhere about; and I came back to the library here to wait for you. Belle returned shortly before your men arrived, and the cook came in a little later. Arnesson won't be back until after two." "There was no one else here this morning, no strangers or visitors?" The professor shook his head. "Only Drukker, I believe you met him here once. He lives in the house at our rear. He often drops in, mostly, however, to see Arnesson: they have much in common. He's written a book on 'World Lines in Multidimensional Continua.' The man's quite a genius in his way; has the true scientific mind. . . . But when he found that Arnesson was out he sat for a while with me discussing the Brazilian expedition of the Royal Astronomical Society. Then he went home." "What time was this?" "About half past nine. Drukker had already gone when Robin and Sperling called." "Was it unusual, Professor Dillard," asked Vance, "for Mr. Arnesson to be away on Saturday mornings?" The old professor looked up sharply, and there was a brief hesitation before he answered. But this morning he had some important research work to do for me in the faculty library. . . . Arnesson," he added, "is working with me on my next book."* * The book referred to by Professor Dillard was the great work which appeared two years later, "The Atomic Structure of Radiant Energy," a mathematical emendation of Planck's quantum theory refuting the classical axiom of the continuity of all physical processes, as contained in Maximus Tyrius' [Greek text]. There was a short silence; then Markham spoke. "You said this morning that both Robin and Sperling were suitors for Miss Dillard's hand. . . ." "Uncle!" The girl sat upright in her chair and turned angry, reproachful eyes upon the old professor. "That wasn't fair." "But it was true, my dear." His voice was noticeably tender. "It was true, in a way," she admitted. "But there was no need of mentioning it. You know, as well as they did, how I regarded them. We were good friends, that was all. Only last night, when they were here together, I told them, quite plainly, that I wouldn't listen to any more silly talk of marriage from either of them. They were only boys . . . and now one of them's gone. . . . Poor Cock Robin!" She strove bravely to stifle her emotion. Vance raised his eyebrows and leaned forward. "'Cock Robin'?" "Oh, we all called him that. We did it to tease him, because he didn't like the nickname." "The sobriquet was inevitable," Vance observed sympathetically. |
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