Murder in the Gilded Cage
Trenholm has been free from all police surveillance. On that night he
is plunged into the melodramatic third-degree to which we subjected
all of you. Rice is shrewd enough to see that it is all a plan, a
trick. But Trenholm is nervous. Rice determines to get rid of Trenholm.
He must, otherwise Trenholm will expose him. So Rice picks Mr.
Smith’s pocket, shoots Trenholm and then puts the revolver back in my
colleague’s pocket.
“Then Rice feels free. At last his crime is covered. He can leave the
country. All will be well. Incidentally, some of his ventures have now
recovered. He will be able to straighten out the estate. There is not a
breath of suspicion.
“Out of clear sky comes a telephone call from Spence, and instantly
Rice realizes that Trenholm has been talking. His work is not yet
over. Rice is in a frenzy. Spence wants enormous sums of money. Rice
is adventurer enough to know you cannot ever pay a blackmailer. The
process is continuous.
“I do not think Mr. Rice enjoyed his crimes. I do not think he is
possessed with any insane relish of homicide. Mr. Rice may be brutal,
but he is not a killer by instinct. I am willing to say that the
prospect of a third murder made Mr. Rice feel very unpleasant.
“He tried to bluff Spence out, but the young man was too shrewd. He
sent a letter to you, Mr. Breese, so that he could telephone Rice that
unless he got his money he would expose to you what had happened. Rice,
upon receiving this intelligence, instructed him to get into a cab and
come to this house. He told him to dismiss his driver, and that he
would then receive the money.
“Of course, Rice went to a window with the revolver he had taken from
the radio. He used a silencer, so no one could hear. He fired one
bullet. It struck Mr. Spence and silenced him forever. Then Mr. Rice
was done.”
He looked at the promoter reflectively. “You had only intended one
perfect crime. But it resolved itself into three. The second, of
Trenholm, was not half bad. The third was atrocious. You should have
realized that suspicion would point to someone in this house. You
should have realized that I was at work. However, it is always the way
with criminals. They are brilliant only in flashes. Eventually they
must lower the quality of their work, and they are caught.”
“I don’t suppose,” said Rice grimly, “there’s any need of my saying
anything.”
“Quite the contrary,” replied the Russian. “You may contribute
something vitally interesting. My recital was necessarily bald, and in
spots guesswork. Only the essentials are indisputable. Your confession
would be extremely interesting to Mr. Smith and myself.”
“Sure,” agreed Smith. “Only there’s no need of making it here. We’ll
take you down to Headquarters if you don’t mind, Mr. Rice.”
“Very well,” said Rice, extending his hands. Smith produced a pair of
shining handcuffs.
Then I saw Rice jump suddenly, and with both hands push Smith violently
to the floor. The next moment the promoter had leaped through the
closed window, with a wild smash of glass.
The Russian jumped after him. Smith picked himself up from the floor.
In one hand he held a revolver. He followed the Russian out of the
window.
Then we heard two shots in rapid succession. Then two more.
I ran out into the garden. The street was buzzing with people. I turned
to find the Russian beside me.
“It does not matter,” he said. “I leave to Mr. Smith the punishment.
I am interested only in the solution. Do I not deserve to be
congratulated? Have I not done an extraordinary piece of detective
work? Am I not the greatest detective in the world?”
He looked down into the street.
“Ah! I see Mr. Rice. Mr. Smith has apparently aimed well. Mr. Rice has
not escaped. Well, it is all one to me. Mr. Smith will undoubtedly
write himself an impressive report. He will miss the glory of the
trial. But what of me? What am I to do? What shall occupy this brain
of mine? It is a sad world, my friend, when a detective cannot find
work. I am very sad. And when I am sad, I drink champagne. Nothing but
champagne. Come!”
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