“We now,” Thorndyke resumed, “enter the final
stage of the inquiry. Hitherto we have dealt
with purely scientific evidence which would have
had to be communicated to the jury and which they
would have had to take on trust with no convincing
help from their own eyes. We had evidence,
conclusive to ourselves, that Monkhouse had been
murdered by means of a poisoned candle. But we could
not produce the candle or any part of it. We had
nothing visible or tangible to show to the jury to
give them the feeling of confidence and firm conviction
which they rightly demand when they have to decide
an issue involving the life or death of the accused. It
was this something that could be seen and handled that
I sought, and sought in vain until that momentous
evening when I called at your chambers to return your
diary.
“I remember that as I entered the room and cast my
eyes over the things that were spread out on the table,
I received quite a shock. For the first glance showed
me that, amongst those things were two objects that
exactly fulfilled the conditions of the final test. There
was the wax mould—a part, and the greater part, of
one of the suspected candles; and there was the tress of
hair—a portion of the body of the person suspected to
have been poisoned. With these two objects it was
possible to determine with absolute certainty whether
that person had or had not been poisoned with arsenic,
and if she had, whether the candle had or had not been
the medium by which the poison was administered.”
“But,” I said, “you knew from the diary of the
existence of the wax mould.”
“I knew that it had existed. But I naturally
supposed that the cast had been taken and the mould
destroyed years ago, though I had intended to ask you
about it. However, here it was, miraculously
preserved, against all probabilities, still awaiting
completion. Of course, I recognized it instantly, and began
to cast about in my mind for some means of making
the necessary examination without disclosing my
suspicions. For you will realize that I was unwilling to
say anything to you about Stella’s death until the
question was settled one way or the other. If the
examination had shown no arsenic either in the candle
or in the hair, it would not have been necessary to say
anything to you at all.
“But while I was debating the matter, the problem
solved itself. As soon as I came to look at Stella’s
unfinished works, I saw that they cried aloud to be
completed and that Polton was the proper person to carry
out the work. I made the suggestion, which I should
have made in any case, and when you adopted it, I
decided to say nothing but to apply the tests when the
opportunity offered.”
“I am glad,” said I, “to hear you say that you would
have made the suggestion in any case. It looked at
first like a rather cold-blooded pretext to get possession
of the things. But you were speaking of the hair. Can
you depend on finding recognizable traces of arsenic
in the hair of a person who has been poisoned?”
“Certainly, you can,” he replied. “The position is
this: When arsenic is taken it becomes diffused
throughout the whole body, including the blood, the
bones and the skin. But as soon as a dose of arsenic is
taken, the poison begins to be eliminated from the body,
and, if no further dose is taken, the whole of the poison
is thrown off in a comparatively short time until none
remains in the tissues—with one exception. That
exception is the epidermis, or outer skin, with its
appendages—the finger and toe nails and the hair. These structures
differ from all others in that, instead of growing
interstitially and being alive throughout, they grow
at a certain growing-point and then become practically
dead structures. Thus a hair grows at the growing-point
where the bulb joins the true skin. Each day a
new piece of hair is produced at the living root, but
when once it has come into being it grows no more, but
is simply pushed up from below by the next portion.
Thenceforward it undergoes no change, excepting that
it gradually moves upwards as new portions are added
at the root. It is virtually a dead, unchanging
structure.
“Now suppose a person to take a considerable dose
of arsenic. That arsenic becomes diffused throughout
all the living tissues and is for a time deposited in
them. The growing point of the hair is a living tissue
and of course the arsenic becomes deposited in it.
Then the process of elimination begins and the arsenic
is gradually removed from the living tissues. But in
twenty-four hours, what was the growing-point of the
hair has been pushed up about the fiftieth of an inch
and is no longer a growing structure. It is losing its
vitality. And as it ceases to be a living tissue it ceases
to be affected by the process of elimination. Hence
the arsenic which was deposited in it when it was a
living tissue is never removed. It remains as a
permanent constituent of that part of the hair, slowly
moving up as the hair grows from below, until at last it is
snipped off by the barber; or, if the owner is a
long-haired woman, it continues to creep along until the hair
is full-grown and drops out.”
“Then the arsenic remains always in the same spot?”
“Yes. It is a local deposit at a particular point in
the hair. And this, Mayfield, is a most important fact,
as you will see presently. For observe what follows.
Hair grows at a uniform rate—roughly, a fiftieth of
an inch in twenty-four hours. It is consequently
possible, by measurement, to fix nearly exactly, the age
of any given point on a hair. Thus if we have a
complete hair and we find at any point in it a deposit of
arsenic, by measuring from that point to the root we
can fix, within quite narrow limits, the date on which
that dose of arsenic was taken.”
“But is it possible to do this?” I asked.
“Not in the case of a single hair,” he replied. “But
in the case of a tress, in which all the hairs are of the
same age, it is perfectly possible. You will see the
important bearing of this presently.
“To return now to my investigation. I had the bulk
of a candle and a tress of Stella’s hair. The questions
to be settled were, 1. Was there arsenic in the candle?
and 2. Had Stella been poisoned with arsenic? I began
by trimming the wax mould in readiness for casting
and then I made an analysis of the trimmings. The
result was the discovery of considerable quantities of
arsenic in the wax.
“That answered the first question. Next, as the tress
of hair was larger than was required for your purpose,
I ventured to sacrifice a portion of it for a preliminary
test. That test also gave a positive result. The quantity
of arsenic was, of course, very minute, but still it
was measurable by the delicate methods that are
possible in dealing with arsenic; and the amount that I
found pointed either to one large dose or to repeated
smaller ones.
“The two questions were now answered definitely. It
was certain—and the certainty could be demonstrated
to a jury—that Stella had been poisoned by arsenic,
and that the arsenic had been administered by means
of poisoned candles. The complete proof in this case
lent added weight to the less complete proof in the
case of Monkhouse; and the two cases served to
corroborate one another in pointing to Barbara as the
poisoner. For she was the common factor in the two
cases. The other persons—Wallingford, Madeline
and the others—who appeared in the Monkhouse case,
made no appearance in the case of Stella; and the
persons who were associated with Stella were not
associated with Monkhouse. But Barbara was associated
with both. And her absence from home was no answer
to the charge if death was caused by the candles which
she had admittedly supplied.
“But complete as the proof was, I wished, if
possible, to make it yet more complete: to associate
Barbara still more definitely with the crime. In the
case of Monkhouse, it was clear that the poisoning
always occurred when she was absent from home. But
this was not so clear in the case of Stella. Your diary
showed that Stella’s relapses coincided pretty
regularly with Barbara’s absences; but it was not certain
(though obviously probable) that the relapses
coincided with the periods of poisoning. If it could be
proved that they did coincide, that proof would furnish
corroboration of the greatest possible weight. It would
show that the two cases were parallel in all respects.
“But could it be proved? If the tress of Stella’s hair
had been at my disposal, I had no doubt that I could
have decided the question. But the tress was yours,
and it had to be preserved. Whatever was to be done
must be done without destroying or injuring the hair,
and I set myself the task of finding some practicable
method. Eventually, I decided, without much hope
of success, to try the X-rays. As arsenic is a fairly
dense metal and the quantity of it in the deposits quite
considerable, it seemed to me possible that it might
increase the density of the hairs at those points
sufficiently to affect the X-ray shadow. At any rate, I
decided to give the method a trial.
“Accordingly, Polton and I set to work at it. First,
in order to get the densest shadow possible, we made
the tress up into a close cylinder, carefully arranging
it so that all the cut ends were in exactly the same
plane. Then we made a number of graduated exposures
on ‘process’ plates, developing and intensifying
with the object of getting the greatest possible degree
of contrast. The result was unexpectedly successful.
In the best negative, the shape of the tress was faintly
visible and was soon to be crossed by a number of
perfectly distinct pale bands. Those bands were the
shadows of the deposits of arsenic. There could be
no doubt on the subject. For, apart from the fact
that there was nothing else that they could be, their
appearance agreed exactly with what one would have
expected. Each band presented a sharp, distinct edge
towards the tips of the hairs and faded away
imperceptibly towards the roots. The sharp edge
corresponded to the sudden appearance of arsenic in the
blood when the poisoning began. The gradual fading
away corresponded to the period of elimination when
the poisoning had ceased and the quantity of arsenic
in the blood was becoming less and less from day to
day.
“Now, since hair grows at a known, uniform rate, it
was possible to convert the distances between these
arsenical bands into periods of time; not with perfect
exactness, because the rate of growth varies slightly
in different persons, but with sufficient exactness for
our present purpose. As soon as I looked at those
bands, I saw that they told the whole story. But let
us follow the method of proof.
“Assuming the rate of growth to be one fiftieth of an
inch in twenty-four hours—which was probably correct
for a person of Stella’s age—I measured off on the
photograph seven inches and a quarter from the cut
ends as representing the last year of her life. Of
course, I did not know how close to the head the hair
had been cut, but, judging by the bands, I assumed
that it had been cut quite close to the skin—within a
quarter of an inch.”
“I happen to know that you were quite right,” said
I, “but I can’t imagine how you arrived at your
conclusion.”
“It was quite a simple inference,” he replied, “as
you will see, presently. But to return to the
photograph. Of the measured space of seven inches and a
quarter I took a tracing on sheet celluloid, marking the
sharp edges of the bands, the points at which the
fading began and the points at which the band ceased to be
visible. This tracing I transferred to paper ruled in
tenths of an inch—a tenth of an inch representing five
days—and I joined the points where the fading began
and ended by a sloping line. I now had a diagram, or
chart, which showed, with something approaching to
accuracy, the duration of each administration of
arsenic and the time which elapsed between the
successive poisonings. This is the chart. The sloping lines
show the fading of the bands.”
He handed me a paper which he had just taken from
a drawer and I looked at it curiously but with no great
interest. As I returned it after a brief inspection I
remarked:
“It is quite clear and intelligible, but I don’t quite
see why you took the considerable trouble of making it.
Does it show anything that could not be stated in a
few words?”
“Not by itself,” he replied. “But you remember that
I mentioned having made two other charts, one showing
the fluctuations in Stella’s illness and the other showing
Barbara’s absences from home during the same period.
Here are those other two charts; and now, if you put
the three together, your eye can take in at a glance a
fact of fundamental importance; which is that the
relapses, the absences and the poisonings all coincided
in time. The periodicity is strikingly irregular; but
it is identical in all three charts. I made these to hand
to the jury, and I think they would have been quite
convincing, since any juryman could check them by
the dates given in evidence, and by inspection of the
radiograph of the hair.”
Explanation of the Charts
Chart A
shows the fluctuations in the illness of Stella Keene
during the year preceding her death in October.
Divided into intervals of five days.
Chart B
shows the distribution of the arsenical bands in
Stella Keene’s hair. The steep sides of the curves,
towards the tips of the hairs, show the sudden appearance
of the deposit, and the sloping sides, towards the roots
of the hairs, represent its more gradual fading. Each of
the narrow divisions represents five days’ growth.
Chart C
shows the periods during which Barbara was
absent from home, each absence being represented by a
black column. Divided into intervals of five days.
I gazed at the three charts and was profoundly
impressed by the convincing way in which they
demonstrated the connection between Barbara’s movements
and the results of her diabolical activities. But what
impressed me still more was the amazing ingenuity
with which Thorndyke had contrived to build up a
case of the most deadly precision and completeness out
of what seemed, even to my trained intelligence, no
more than a few chance facts, apparently quite trivial
and irrelevant.
“It seems,” I said, “that, so far as you were
concerned, the exhumation was really unnecessary.”
“Quite,” he replied. “It proved nothing that was
not already certain. Still, the Commissioner was quite
right. For the purposes of a trial, evidence obtained
from the actual body of the victim is of immeasurably
more weight than indirect scientific evidence, no matter
how complete. An ordinary juryman might have
difficulty in realizing that the hair is part of the body and
that proof of arsenical deposit in the hair is proof of
arsenic in the body. But the mistake that he made,
as events turned out, was in refusing to make the
arrest until my statements had been confirmed by the
autopsy and the analysis. That delay allowed the
criminal to escape. Not that I complain. To me,
personally, her suicide came as a blessed release from an
almost intolerable position. But if I had been in his
place, I would have taken no chances. She would
have gone to trial and to the gallows.”
“Yes,” I admitted; “that was what justice demanded.
But I cannot be thankful enough for the delay that
let her escape. Fiend as she was, it would have been a
frightful thing to have had to give the evidence that
would have hanged her.”
“It would,” he agreed; “and the thought of it was
a nightmare to me. However, we have escaped that;
and after all, justice has been done.”
We were silent for a few minutes, during which
Thorndyke smoked his pipe with a certain air of
attention as if he expected me to put some further
questions. And, in fact, there were one or two questions
that I wanted to have answered. I began with the
simplest.
“I am still a little puzzled by some of the
circumstances in this case. The infernal machine I happen
to know to have been sent by Barbara, though I don’t
understand why she sent it. But Wallingford’s
proceedings are a complete mystery to me. What do you
suppose induced him to keep a watch on you in that
extraordinary fashion? And who was the man who
shadowed him? There certainly was such a man, for
I saw him, myself. And the same man had been
shadowing Miss Norris. What do you make of it all?”
“One can only reason from past experiences,” he
replied. “It seems to be a rule that a person who has
committed a crime cannot remain quiet and let things
take their course. There appears to be an irresistible
impulse to lay down false clues and create misleading
appearances. It is always a mistake, unless the false
clues are laid down in advance, and even then it is
apt to fail and unexpectedly furnish a real clue.
“Now Barbara, with all her astonishing cleverness,
made that mistake. She laid down a false clue in
advance by her absences from home, and the trick
certainly worked successfully at the inquest. But it was
precisely those absences that put me on the track of
the candle, which otherwise might have passed
unsuspected. The faked medicine was another false clue
which attracted my attention and added to my
suspicion concerning the candle. Then, after the event
came these other endeavours to mislead. They did
neither harm nor good, as it happened, since I had
already marked her down as the principal suspect.
But if I had been in doubt, I should have followed up
those clues and found her at the end of them.
“As to Wallingford, I imagine that she led him to
believe that I was employed by you to fix the crime on
him and that he was advised to watch me and be ready
to anticipate any move on my part; her actual object
being to cause him to behave in such a manner as to
attract suspicious attention. The function of the
private detective—for that is what he must have
been—would be to keep Wallingford’s nerves—and Miss
Norris’s, too—in such a state that they would appear
anxious and terrified and tend to attract attention.
The infernal machine was primarily intended, I think,
to cast suspicion on one or both of them. That was
what I inferred from the total absence of finger-prints
and the flagrantly identifiable character of the pistol
and the wool.
“But the greatest, the most fatal mistake that
Barbara made was the one that is absolutely characteristic
of the criminal. She repeated the procedure of a
previous crime that had been successful. It was that
repetition that was her undoing. Either crime, separately,
might have been difficult to fix on her. As it was, each
crime was proof of the other.”
Once more we fell silent; and still Thorndyke had
the air of expecting some further question from me. I
looked at him nervously; for there was something that
I wanted to ask and yet I hardly dared to put it into
words. For, as I had looked at those charts, a horrid
suspicion had taken hold of me. I feared to have it
confirmed, and yet I could not let it rest. At last, I
summoned courage enough to put the question.
“Thorndyke,” I said, “I want you to tell me
something. I expect you know what it is.”
He looked up and nodded gravely.
“You mean about Stella?” said he.
“Yes. How long would she have lived if she had not
been poisoned?”
He looked away for a few moments, and, impassive
as his face was, I could see that he was deeply moved.
At length he replied:
“I was afraid you were going to ask me that. But
since you have, I can only answer you honestly. So
far as I can judge, but for that accursed ghoul, the poor
girl might have been alive and well at this moment.”
I stared at him in amazement. “Do you mean,” I
demanded, “that she was not really suffering from
consumption at all?”
“That is what it amounts to,” he replied. “There
were signs of old tubercular trouble, but there was
nothing recent. Evidently she had good powers of
resistance, and the disease had not only become
stationary, but was practically extinct. The old lesions had
undergone complete repair, and there is no reason to
suppose that any recurrence would have taken place
under ordinary conditions.”
“But,” I exclaimed, hardly able to believe that the
disaster had been so overwhelmingly complete, “what
about the cough? I know that she always had a more
or less troublesome cough.”
“So had Monkhouse,” he replied; “and so would
any one have had whose lungs were periodically
irritated by inhaling particles of arsenious acid. But the
tubercular mischief was quite limited and recovery
must have commenced early. And Barbara, watching
eagerly the symptoms of the disease which was to rid
her of her rival, must have noted with despair the signs
of commencing recovery and at last resolved to do for
herself what nature was failing to do. Doubtless, the
special method of poisoning was devised to imitate
the symptoms of the disease; which it did well enough
to deceive those whose minds were prepared by the
antecedent illness to receive the suggestion. It was a
horribly, fiendishly ingenious crime; calmly, callously
devised and carried out to its appalling end with the
most hideous efficiency.”
After he had finished speaking, I remained gazing
at him dumbly, stupefied, stunned by the realization of
the enormity of this frightful thing that had befallen.
He, too, seemed quite overcome, for he sat silently,
grasping his extinct pipe and looking sternly and fixedly
into the fire. At length he spoke, but without removing
his gaze from the bright embers.
“I am trying, Mayfield,” he said, gently, “to think
of something to say to you. But there is nothing to
say. The disaster is too complete, too irretrievable.
This terrible woman has, so far, wrecked your life, and
I recognize that you will carry the burden of your loss
so long as you live. It would be a mere impertinence to
utter futile and banal condolences. You know what I,
your friend, am feeling and I need say no more of that;
and I have too much confidence in your wisdom and
courage to think of exhortations.
“But, though you have been robbed of the future that
might have been, there is still a future that may be.
It remains to you now only to shoulder your fardel and
begin your pilgrimage anew; and if the road shall seem
at first a dreary one, you need not travel it alone. You
have friends; and one of them will think it a privilege
to bear you company and try to hearten you by the
way.”
He held out his hand and I grasped it silently and
with a full heart. And the closer friendship that was
inaugurated in that hand-clasp has endured through
the passing years, ever more precious and more helpful.
The End
