I was still standing at the window trying to figure out how Alec had been murdered, and I noticed a tiny strip of white cloth on the upper righthand corner of the sash. When I looked more closely, it turned out to be a small piece of adhesive tape, one end of which was stuck to the sash.
“What do you make of this?” I said to Haggerty.
He squinted up his little black eyes and looked at the piece of tape without touching it.
“Adhesive tape, eh?” he said. “Damned if I know what to make of it.” Damned if either of us knew.
There was a quick double knock on the door and President Galloway came in wearing a tie and suitcoat. His face, newly shaved and gleaming rosily, looked ten years younger. I looked at him in surprise, and he saw my look.
“I’ve an electric razor down in my office,” he said, “and some clothes. I heard you men talking in here and rather than interrupt I went down and shaved. The external man is the father of the internal, you know.”
And an administrative job is the mother of vanity, I thought. What I said was:
“This is Detective-Sergeant Haggerty, sir.”
Galloway turned to Haggerty. “Was anything found on the body? – anything of importance, I mean.”
“Nothing but personal stuff, sir. Pens and pencils and opened letters, pipe and tobacco pouch, things like that.”
“Was his wallet in his pocket?”
“Yes, sir. Nothing missing that I could tell. They took the stuff down to the station.”
A young man in uniform, carrying a large black case, came in the open door and Haggerty suggested that he take my fingerprints. He decorated my fingers with indelible black ink and then went to work on the telephone.
“Shall we go down, Branch?” Galloway said. “I asked them to come to the seminar room on the fourth floor. Quite a sensational subject for a seminar discussion.”
“Quite,” I said, not relishing his academic quaintness. “Did you call Schneider?”
“Why not? He is here.” He turned to Haggerty. “I’ve called together several university officials to discuss this case, Sergeant. Will you hold yourself in readiness in case we want information from you?”
“Yes, sir, I’ll be in the Ladies’ Room for a while.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Miss Madden’s in the Ladies’ Room,” Haggerty spluttered. “I want to ask her some questions.”
“Oh, of course,” Galloway said and went out the door. In the hall he said to me, “What is Miss Madden doing here?”
“She was in the building when Alec fell and saw him on the pavement afterwards. She fainted. They were engaged to be married.”
“Miss Madden and Alec? It must have been a dreadful shock to her.”
We passed the Ladies’ Room and I jerked my thumb at the closed door. “She’s been lying down in there for an hour or more. The doctor said she took it like a soldier, but I thought it best not to disturb her.”
“Quite right,” said Galloway. “Shocks like that have driven women insane.”
We went down the stairs to the fourth floor. The door of the seminar room was open and the lights were on. From the hall I could see Jackson, executive assistant to the President and head of the economics department, sitting at one end of the table, his broad bald scalp glistening in the light.
I said to Galloway, “I’ll be in, in a minute,” and went down the hall to the drinking-fountain. My heart had begun to accelerate again and my throat was dry.
When I got back to the door of the seminar room, Galloway was standing at the end of the table beside Jackson. He was talking about Alec’s death. I could see Hunter sitting on the far side of the table, his black stare fixed on the President, but I couldn’t see Herman Schneider.
I was about to enter when a soft bass voice purred at my shoulder, “Can you tell me where Professor Branch’s office is, please? I was told at the President’s house that he is there.”
“I’m Branch,” I said. “Galloway’s in here.”
“My name’s Gordon, Chester Gordon. How-do-you-do.” The bass voice was diffident, and the long dark face from which it issued had an inward-looking, almost sullen look. Gordon had sleepy black eyes set deep in a burnished outdoor face. Black horse-tail hair receded from his narrow temples. His face was like an Indian’s who distrusted all palefaces.
“How-do-you-do,” I said and looked him up and down, having never seen an F.B.I. man to my knowledge. He had a short-distance swimmer’s broad shoulders and thin flanks; they were neatly clothed in a grey business suit.
“You’re the secretary of the War Board, aren’t you?” Gordon said.
“Right. Shall we go in?”
“Thank you.”
Galloway turned to greet Gordon. “I’m glad you could come, Chet. I shan’t waste time with introductions, gentlemen. Mr. Gordon is an agent of the Federal Government.”
I took a vacant chair beside Hunter, and Gordon sat down beside me.
Hunter murmured, “This is a damnable thing about Alec, Bob.”
“Yes.”
I looked up and saw Dr. Schneider watching me across the table. His face was set so hard that his beard looked false and tacked on, and his brown eyes were like marbles. He had begun to realize the significance of the meeting, if he hadn’t all along.
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“Professor Branch has a story to tell and, I understand, an accusation to make.”
All eyes but two turned to me. Chester Gordon sat with his chin down, looking into the intricacies of his own brain.
I stood up and spoke:
“I’ll come to the point immediately. You know what happened to Alec. Yesterday afternoon he told me that he was worried about the War Board, that he suspected a leakage of information from us to the spies who were recently arrested in Detroit. President Galloway and Mr. Gordon can confirm that suspicion, or at least the fact of its existence.”
Gordon nodded and Galloway said, “That’s so.” Schneider did not move in body or face.
I went on: “Alec told me that he had some reason to suspect a member of the War Board of espionage, and he told me just this evening that he intended to search the office of the suspected person for incriminating evidence.
“He did so, and called me about 11:30, half an hour before he was killed, to tell me that he had found incriminating evidence in the office of Dr. Herman Schneider.”
There were only five other people in the room, but their excitement was almost an audible hum. In the midst of it Dr. Schneider got slowly to his feet. I noticed that Gordon’s right hand rested near the left lapel of his suitcoat.
“Gentlemen,” Schneider said with heavy dignity, “this is an outrageous slander. I am aware that Dr. Branch was a close friend–”
I cut him short. “I haven’t finished.”
“You have the floor, Dr. Branch,” Galloway said.
“In addition to espionage, I wish to accuse Dr. Schneider of attempted murder and of consummated murder. To-night his son Peter tried to kill me. When his son failed, Dr. Schneider himself attempted to do the job by crashing his car on Bingham Heights. I don’t know what reason they had for trying to kill me, but I do know why they killed Alec Judd. I accuse Dr. Schneider of being either the murderer or the murderer’s accomplice.”
“May I speak, President Galloway?” Schneider said in a rising voice which he tried to control.
“You may speak.”
“Gentlemen, this accusation – these accusations come as a tragic surprise to me. You know my reputation and my past, though I do not choose to rest on them alone. I am not guilty of any of the actions which this misguided young man has seen fit to attribute to me.