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〃Sounds funny； I know； but I do believe it；〃 answered Wilson。 〃I believe these affairs want fresh methods。 But most of all I believe they want a fresh eye。〃
The superior officers laughed； and the redhaired man went on with a slight touch of temper：
〃Well； look at the facts。 See how the fellow got away every time； and you'll understand what I mean。 Why was he able to stand in the place of the scarecrow； hidden by nothing but an old hat？ Because it was a village policeman who knew the scarecrow was there； was expecting it； and therefore took no notice of it。 Now I never expect a scarecrow。 I've never seen one in the street； and I stare at one when I see it in the field。 It's a new thing to me and worth noticing。 And it was just the same when he hid in the well。 You are ready to find a well in a place like that； you look for a well； and so you don't see it。 I don't look for it； and therefore I do look at it。〃
〃It is certainly an idea；〃 said Sir Walter； smiling； 〃but what about the balcony？ Balconies are occasionally seen in London。〃
〃But not rivers right under them； as if it was in Venice；〃 replied Wilson。
〃It is certainly a new idea；〃 repeated Sir Walter； with something like respect。 He had all the love of the luxurious classes for new ideas。 But he also had a critical faculty； and was inclined to think； after due reflection； that it was a true idea as well。
Growing dawn had already turned the window panes from black to gray when Sir Walter got abruptly to his feet。 The others rose also； taking this for a signal that the arrest was to be undertaken。 But their leader stood for a moment in deep thought； as if conscious that he had come to a parting of the ways。
Suddenly the silence was pierced by a long； wailing cry from the dark moors outside。 The silence that followed it seemed more startling than the shriek itself； and it lasted until Nolan said； heavily：
〃 'Tis the banshee。 Somebody is marked for the grave。〃
His long； large…featured face was as pale as a moon； and it was easy to remember that he was the only Irishman in the room。
〃Well； I know that banshee；〃 said Wilson； cheerfully； 〃ignorant as you think I am of these things。 I talked to that banshee myself an hour ago； and I sent that banshee up to the tower and told her to sing out like that if she could get a glimpse of our friend writing his proclamation。〃
〃Do you mean that girl Bridget Royce？〃 asked Morton； drawing his frosty brows together。 〃Has she turned king's evidence to that extent？〃
〃Yes；〃 answered Wilson。 〃I know very little of these local things； you tell me； but I reckon an angry woman is much the same in all countries。〃
Nolan； however； seemed still moody and unlike himself。 〃It's an ugly noise and an ugly business altogether；〃 he said。 〃If it's really the end of Prince Michael it may well be the end of other things as well。 When the spirit is on him he would escape by a ladder of dead men； and wade through that sea if it were made of blood。〃
〃Is that the real reason of your pious alarms？〃 asked Wilson； with a slight sneer。
The Irishman's pale face blackened with a new passion。
〃I have faced as many murderers in County Clare as you ever fought with in Clapham junction； Mr。 Cockney；〃 he said。
〃Hush； please；〃 said Morton； sharply。 〃Wilson； you have no kind of right to imply doubt of your superior's conduct。 I hope you will prove yourself as courageous and trustworthy as he has always been。〃
The pale face of the red…haired man seemed a shade paler； but he was silent and composed； and Sir Walter went up to Nolan with marked courtesy； saying； 〃Shall we go outside now； and get this business done？〃
Dawn had lifted； leaving a wide chasm of white between a great gray cloud and the great gray moorland； beyond which the tower was outlined against the daybreak and the sea。
Something in its plain and primitive shape vaguely suggested the dawn in the first days of the earth； in some prehistoric time when even the colors were hardly created； when there was only blank daylight between cloud and clay。 These dead hues were relieved only by one spot of goldthe spark of the candle alight in the window of the lonely tower； and burning on into the broadening daylight。 As the group of detectives； followed by a cordon of policemen； spread out into a crescent to cut off all escape； the light in the tower flashed as if it were moved for a moment； and then went out。 They knew the man inside had realized the daylight and blown out his candle。
〃There are other windows； aren't there？〃 asked Morton； 〃and a door； of course； somewhere round the corner？ Only a round tower has no corners。〃
〃Another example of my small suggestion；〃 observed Wilson； quietly。 〃That queer tower was the first thing I saw when I came to these parts； and I can tell you a little more about itor； at any rate； the outside of it。 There are four windows altogether； one a little way from this one； but just out of sight。 Those are both on the ground floor； and so is the third on the other side； making a sort of triangle。 But the fourth is just above the third； and I suppose it looks on an upper floor。〃
〃It's only a sort of loft； reached by a ladder； said Nolan。 〃I've played in the place when I was a child。 It's no more than an empty shell。〃 And his sad face grew sadder； thinking perhaps of the tragedy of his country and the part that he played in it。
〃The man must have got a table and chair； at any rate；〃 said Wilson； 〃but no doubt he could have got those from some cottage。 If I might make a suggestion； sir； I think we ought to approach all the five entrances at once； so to speak。 One of us should go to the door and one to each window； Macbride here has a ladder for the upper window。〃
Mr。 Horne Fisher languidly turned to his distinguished relative and spoke for the first time。
〃I am rather a convert to the cockney school of psychology；〃 he said in an almost inaudible voice。
The others seemed to feel the same influence in different ways； for the group began to break up in the manner indicated。 Morton moved toward the window immediately in front of them； where the hidden outlaw had just snuffed the candle； Nolan； a little farther westward to the next window； while Wilson； followed by Macbride with the ladder； went round to the two windows at the back。 Sir Walter Carey himself； followed by his secretary； began to walk round toward the only door； to demand admittance in a more regular fashion。
〃He will be armed； of course；〃 remarked Sir Walter； casually。
〃By all accounts；〃 replied Horne Fisher； 〃he can do more with a candlestick than most men with a pistol。 But he is pretty sure to have the pistol； too。〃
Even as he spoke the question was answered with a tongue of thunder。 Morton had just placed himself in front of the nearest window； his broad shoulders。 blocking the aperture。 For an instant it was lit from within as with red fire； followed by a thundering throng of echoes。 The square shoulders seemed to alter in shape； and the sturdy figure collapsed among the tall； rank grasses at the foot of the tower。 A puff of smoke floated from the window like a little cloud。 The two men behind rushed to the spot and raised him； but he was dead。
Sir Walter straightened himself and called out something that was lost in another noise of firing； it was possible that the police were already avenging their comrade from the other side。 Fisher had already raced round to the next window； and a new cry of astonishment from him brought his patron to the same spot。 Nolan； the Irish policeman； had also fallen； sprawling all his great length in the grass； and it was red with his blood。 He was still alive when they reached him； but there was death on his face； and he was only able to make a final gesture telling them that all was over； and； with a broken word and a heroic effort； motioning them on to where his other comrades were besieging the back of the tower。 Stunned by these rapid and repeated shocks； the two men could only vaguely obey the gesture； and； finding their way to the other windows at the back； they discovered a scene equally startling； if less final and tragic。 The other two officers were not dead or mortally wounded； but Macbride lay with a broken leg and his ladder on top of him； evidently thrown down from the top window of the tower； while Wilson lay on his face； quite still as if stunned； with his red head among the gray and silver of the sea holly。 In him； however； the impotence was but momentary； for he began to move and rise as the others came round the tower。
〃My God！ it's like an explosion！〃 cried Sir Walter； and indeed it was the only word for this unearthly energy； by which one man had been able to deal death or destruction on three sides of the same small triangle at the same instant。
Wilson had already scrambled to his feet and with splendid energy flew again at the window； revolver in hand。 He fired twice into the opening and then disappeared in his own smoke； but the thud of his feet and the shock of a falling chair told them that the intrepid Londoner had managed at last to leap into the room。 Then followed a curious silence； and Sir Walter； walking to the window through the thinning smoke； looked into the hollow shell of the ancien