The Pavilion burglary was discussed in other places besides Charteris' study. In the Masters' Common Room the matter came in for its full share of comment. The masters were, as at most schools, divided into the athletic and non-athletic, and it was for the former class that the matter possessed most interest. If it had been that apple of the College Library's eye, the original MS. of St Austin's private diary, or even that lesser treasure, the black-letter Eucalyptides, that had disappeared, the elder portion of the staff would have ha. great deal to say upon the subject. But, apart from the excitement caused by the strangeness of such an occurrence, the theft o. couple of Sports prizes had little interest for them.
On the border-line between these two castes came Mr Thompson, the Master of the Sixth Form, spelt wit.
p and no relation to the genial James or the amiable Allen, with the former of whom, indeed, he was on very indifferent terms of friendship. Mr Thompson, though an excellent classic, had no knowledge of the inwardness of the Human Boy. He expected every member of his form not only to be earnest--which very few members o. Sixth Form are--but also to communicate his innermost thoughts to him. His aim was to be their confidant, the wise friend to whom they were to bring their troubles and come for advice. He was, in fact, poor man, the good young master. Now, it is generally the case at school that troubles are things to be worried through alone, and any attempt at interference is usually resented. Mr Thompson had asked Jim to tea, and, while in the very act of passing him the muffins, had embarked o. sort of unofficial sermon, winding up by inviting confidences. Jim had naturally been first flippant, and then rude, and relations had been strained ever since.
'It must have bee. professional,' alleged Perkins, the master of the Upper Fourth. 'If it hadn't been for the fact of the money having been stolen as well as the cups. should have put it down to one of our fellows.'
'My dear Perkins,' expostulated Merevale.
'My dear Merevale, my entire form is capable of any crime except the theft of money. boy might have taken the cups fo. joke, or just for the excitement of the thing, meaning to return them in time for the Sports. But the two pounds knocks that on the head. It must have been a professional.'
'I always said that the Pavilion wa. very unsafe place in which to keep anything of value,' said Mr Thompson.
'You were profoundly right, Thompson,' replied Perkins. 'You deserve a diploma.'
'This business is rather in your line, Thompson,' said Merevale. 'You must bring your powers to bear on the subject, and scent out the criminal.'
Mr Thompson too. keen pride in his powers of observation. He would frequently observe, like the lamented Sherlock Holmes, the vital necessity of taking notice of trifles. The daily life o. Sixth Form master a. big public school does not afford much scope for the practice of the detective art, but Mr Thompson had once detected a piece of cribbing, when correcting some Latin proses for the master of the Lower Third, solely by the exercise of his powers of observation, and he had never forgotten it. He burned to add another scalp to his collection, and this Pavilion burglary seemed peculiarly suited to his talents. He had given the matter his attention, and, as far as he could see, everything pointed to the fact that skilled hands had been at work.
From eleven until half-past twelve that day, the Sixth were doing an unseen examination under the eye of the Headmaster, and Mr Thompson was consequently off duty. He took advantage of this to stroll down to the Pavilion and mak. personal inspection of the first room, from which what were left of the prizes had long been removed t. place of safety.
He was making his way to the place where the ground-man was usually to be found, wit. view to obtaining the keys, when he noticed that the door was already open, and on going thither he came upon Biffen, the ground-man, in earnest conversation wit. stranger.
'Morning, sir,' said the ground-man. He was on speaking terms with most of the masters and all the boys. Then, to his companion, 'This is Mr Thompson, one of our masters.'
'Morning, sir,' said the latter. 'Weather keeps up. am Inspector Roberts, Scotland Yard. Bu. think we're in for rain soon. Yes. 'Fraid so. Been asked to look into this business, Mr Thompson. Queer business.'
'Very. Migh. ask--I am very interested in this kind of thing--whether you have arrived at any conclusions yet?'
The detective eyed him thoughtfully, as if he were hunting for the answer t. riddle.
'No. Not yet. Nothing definite.'
'I presume you take it for granted it was the work o. professional burglar.'
'No. No. Take nothing for granted. Great mistake. Prejudices one way or other great mistake. But. think, yes. think it was probably--almost certainly--
not done b. professional.'
Mr Thompson looked rather blank at this. It shook his confidence in his powers of deduction.
'But,' he expostulated. 'Surely no one bu. practised burglar would have take. pane of glass out so--ah--neatly?'
Inspector Roberts rubbe. finger thoughtfully round the place where the glass had been. Then he withdrew it, and showe. small cut from which the blood was beginning to drip.
'Do you notice anything peculiar about that cut?' he enquired.
Mr Thompson did not. Nor did the ground-man.
'Look carefully. Now do you see? No? Well, it's no. clean cut. Ragged. Very ragged. Now i. professional had cut that pane out he wouldn't have left it jagged like that. No. He would have used a diamond. Done the job neatly.'
This destroyed another of Mr Thompson's premises. He had taken it for granted tha. diamond had been used.
'Oh!' he said, 'was that pane not cut b. diamond; what did the burglar use, then?'
'No. No diamond. Diamond would have left smooth surface. Smooth as a razor edge. This is lik. saw. Amateurish work. Can't say for certain, but probably done wit. chisel.'
'Wit. chisel? Surely not.'
'Yes. Probably wit. chisel. Probably the man knocked the pane out with one blow, then removed all the glass so as to make it look like the work of an old hand. Very good idea, but amateurish. am told that three cups have been taken. Could you tell me how long they had been in the Pavilion?'
Mr Thompson considered.
'Well,' he said. 'Of course it's difficult to remember exactly, but I think they were placed there soon after one o'clock the day before yesterday.'
'Ah! And the robbery took place yesterday in the early morning, or the night before?'
'Yes.'
'Is the Pavilion the usual place to keep the prizes for the Sports?'
'No, it is not. They were only put there temporarily. The Board Room, where they are usually kept, and which is in the main buildings of the School, happened to be needed until the next day. Most of us were very much against leaving them in the Pavilion, but it was thought that no harm could come to them if they were removed next day.'
'But they were removed that night, which mad. great difference,' said Mr Roberts, chuckling at his mild joke. 'I see. The. suppose none outside the School knew that they were not in their proper place?'
'I imagine not.'
'Just so. Knocks the idea of professional work on the head. None of the regular trade can have known this room held so much silver for one night. No regular would look twice a. cricket pavilion under ordinary circumstances. Therefore, it must have been somebody who had something to do with the School. One of the boys, perhaps.'
'Really. do not think that probable.'
'You can't tell. Never does to form hasty conclusions. Boy might have done it for many reasons. Some boys would have done it for the sake of the excitement. That, perhaps, is the least possible explanation. But you get boy kleptomaniacs just as much in proportion as grown-up kleptomaniacs. kne. man. Ha. son. Couldn't keep him away from anything valuable. Had to take him away i. hurry from three schools, good schools, too.'
'Really? What became of him? He did not come to us. suppose?'
'No. Somebody advised the father to send him to one of those North-Country schools where they flog. Great success. Stole some money. Got flogged, instead of expelled. Did it again with same result. Gradually got tired of it. Reformed character now.... don't say it is a boy, mind you. Most probably not. Only say it may be.'
All the while he was talking, his eyes were moving restlessly round the room. He came to the window through which Jim had effected his entrance, and paused before the broken pane.
'I suppose he tried that window first, before going round to the other?' hazarded Mr Thompson.
'Yes. Most probably. Broke it, and then remembered that anyone at the windows of the boarding Houses might see him, so left his job half done, and shifted his point of action. think so. Yes.'
He moved on again till he came to the other window. Then he gave vent to an excited exclamation, and picked u. piece of caked mud from the sill as carefully as if it were some fragile treasure.
'Now, see this,' he said. 'This was wet when the robbery was done. The man brought it in with him. On his boot. Left it on the sill as he climbed in. Got out i. hurry, startled by something--you can see he was startled and left i. hurry from the different values of the cups he took--and as he was going, put his hand on this. Lef. clear impression. Good as plaster of Paris very nearly.'
Mr Thompson looked at the piece of mud, and there, sure enough, was the distinct imprint of the palm o. hand. He could see the larger of the lines quite clearly, and unde. magnifying-glass there was no doubt that more could be revealed.
He drew i. long breath of satisfaction and excitement.
'Yes,' said the detective. 'That piece of mud couldn't prove anything by itself, but bring it up at the end o. long string of evidence, and if it fits your man, it convicts him as much a. snap-shot photograph would. Morning, sir. must be going.' And he retired, carrying the piece of mud in his hand, leaving Mr Thompson in the full grip of the detective-fever, hunting with might and main for more clues.
After some time, however, he was reluctantly compelled to give up the search, for the bell rang for dinner, and he always lunched, as did many of the masters, in the Great Hall. During the course of the meal he exercised his brains without pause in the effort to discover a fitting suspect. Did he know of any victim of kleptomania in the School? No, he was sorry to say he did not. Was anybody in urgent need of money? He could not say. Very probably yes, but he had no means of knowing.
After lunch he went back to the Common Room. There wa. letter lying on the table. He picked it up. It was addressed to 'J. Thomson, St Austin's.' Now Mr Thompson's Christian name was John. He did not notice the omission of the
p until he had opened the envelope and caugh. glimpse of the contents. The letter was so short that only a glimpse was needed, and it was not till he had read the whole that he realized that it was somebody else's letter that he had opened.
This was the letter:
'Dear Jim--Frantic haste. Can you let me have that two pounds directly you come back? Beg, borrow, or steal it. simply must have it.--Yours ever,
Allen.'