The Egyptian Cross Mystery
- Автор: Куин (Квин) Эллери
- Серия: Ellery Queen #5
- Год: 1932
- Язык: английский
- Год: Frederick A. Stokes Company
- Жанр: Классические детективы
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Ellery paused for breath, then continued: “Could the body have been Krosac’s? This would be the superficial conclusion. Yet if this was Krosac and Van had killed him, Van would have had a perfect plea of self-defense! All he would have had to do was call in the police, point to the body, and with the background of the case known and accepted, would have been freed without question. From Van’s viewpoint, if he were an innocent man, such a procedure would be inevitable. The fact that he didn’t do this proves that he couldn’t. Why? Because the body was not Krosac’s!
“If it wasn’t Krosac, it must have been Kling, the only remaining possibility. But Kling was supposed to have been killed in the first crime, that murder in Arroyo at the crossroads seven months ago! Ah, but how did we know that first body was Kling’s? Only through Van’s own story, and Van is now proved a murderer, and a deceiver to boot. We have a perfect right to hold that any unsupported testimony given by Van is open to doubt, and that under the circumstances, since the facts point to it as the sole possibility left, the last corpse must have been Kling’s.”
Ellery went on rapidly. “See how everything fell neatly into place. With the last body Kling’s, where the devil was Krosac? Brad’s body and Megara’s body are accounted for in their respective murders. Then the only person who logically could have been done to death in Arroyo seven months ago was Krosac himself? The ‘devil’ who for seven months has been sought by the police of forty-eight states and three nations... No wonder no trace of him was found. He was dead all the time.”
“Amazing beyond belief,” said the Professor.
“Oh, you listen to him,” chuckled Inspector Queen. “He’s full of surprises like that.”
A Negro porter appeared with a tray of iced drinks. They sipped in silence and stared out of the windows at the chameleon landscape. When the porter had gone, Ellery said: “Who killed Krosac in Arroyo? We lay down the fundamental qualification at once that, whoever committed that first murder, knew and utilized the history of the Tvars by leaving those T signs. Who had knowledge of the Tvar history? Van, Megara, Brad, and Krosac; for both Van and Megara told us that only the Tvar brothers and Krosac knew this back-history. Could Megara, then, have murdered Krosac in Arroyo and left the T signs? No; Megara is ruled out for purely geographical reasons — he was on the other side of the world. Brad? Impossible; Mrs. Brad had testified in the presence of persons who could deny it if it were untrue, that Brad had entertained the National Checker Champion on Christmas Eve and had played with him incessantly that night Krosac, the victim, is out, of course. Kling, the only other physical possibility? No, for besides being ignorant of the fatal T significances he has been repeatedly characterized as a weak-witted, moronic individual, who would be mentally incapable of executing such an intelligent crime. Then Krosac must have been murdered by Van, the only factor remaining who fills all the qualifications of the Krosac killer.
“And there it was. Van had murdered Krosac. How, under what circumstances? The story can be pieced together. He knew Krosac was after him and his brothers. In some way he discovered where Krosac was — traveling with the old lunatic, Stryker. He himself must have baited Krosac into coming to Arroyo by an anonymous letter. Krosac, seeing that his dream of vengeance was actually on the brink of fulfillment, swallowed the bait — not questioning the source of his information in his eagerness — and maneuvered the movements of his dupe, Stryker, so that the caravan came to the neighborhood of Arroyo. Then Krosac — Krosac himself, for the one and only time he actually appeared in the case as an active participant — hired the car from Croker, the Weirton garage-man, and had himself driven to the crossroads. Krosac carried no valise, you recall, in Weirton — significant when you consider that the murderer did carry a valise in the subsequent crimes. Why didn’t Krosac carry a valise that first time — that only time, for him? Because he had no intention of making chop-meat out of his victim; he was probably a sane, if determined, avenger who would have been satisfied by the mere death, not the butchery, of his enemies. If Krosac’s plan had succeeded, we should have found the body of the Arroyo schoolmaster, quite unmutilated, probably shot to death.
“But Van, the instigator of the entire chain of events, was lying in wait for the unsuspecting avenger, and killed him. Having already bound up and hidden the living body of the unfortunate Kling, Van proceeded to dress the dead Krosac in his own clothes, then decapitated the corpse, and so on and so on.
“It’s evident that this was the plot of Van, or Andreja Tvar, from the beginning. A crime of years in the making. He planned the series of murders in such a way that they appeared to be the vengeance of a man, Krosac, who might very well have become crazed by years of brooding. He hid Kling away for the express purpose of using his body at the end to appear his own. Then his plot made it seem that Krosac, after killing an innocent man first, murdered two of the Tvar brothers and finally the third — a correction of the apparent error seven months before. As for Van, this last deceptive murder made it seem as if he, too, had been caught by the monomaniac’s revenge; while he himself actually made an escape with his life’s savings and the tidy sum which he had craftily managed to worm out of his brother Stephen. Meanwhile the police would search eternally for the phantasmal, long-dead Krosac... The deceptions in the bodies were easily contrived; remember that Van himself hired Kling in the Pittsburgh orphan asylum, and so could select a servant whose physical appearance was similar to his own. As for the first deception — making Krosac’s body seem to be his own — it was probably the similarity in physique between himself and Krosac — a similarity he discovered when he first located the Montenegrin, before sending the anonymous letter — that helped inspire the entire plot.”
“You said something before,” remarked the Inspector thoughtfully as he dipped again into his snuff box, “about having been on the right trail in the beginning but going off it. What did you mean?”
“And not only in the beginning,” said Ellery mournfully. “It kept recurring throughout the case, and I kept throwing it aside. It wasn’t sufficiently exclusive... For, observe. Even in the very first murder one point stood out: the head of the corpse had been severed and taken away. Why? There seemed to be no answer then except the one of the killer’s mania. Later we discovered the business of the Tvars and the surface meaning of the T’s as the symbol of Krosac’s vengeance. So, of course, we said the heads were lopped off to give the dead bodies the physical appearance of a capital T. But that old doubt...
“For after all there was an alternative explanation for the severing of the heads — a remarkable theory. That the body was made to resemble a T, that the other T elements — the crossroads, signpost, and scrawled T in the first crime; the totem post in the second; the antenna mast in the third (the scrawled T kept recurring, of course — in the fourth crime as well) — that all these conglomerate T elements had been strewn about the scenes of the crimes for only one purpose: to cover up the fact that the heads had been cut off. Other means of identification being unknown, the head, or face, is the most marked means of identifying a corpse. So, I said to myself, it is logically possible that these are the crimes not of a monomaniac with a T obsession, but of a perfectly lucid (if unbalanced) plotter who cut off heads for the purpose of falsifying identification. There seemed to be a confirmation of this: none of the heads were found. Why didn’t the murderer leave the heads at the scenes of his crimes, or nearby, getting rid of them as soon as possible — which would be the natural impulse of a murderer, insane or not? The bodies would still form T’s, still satisfying his T complex. But the heads were irretrievably gone. It seemed possible to me that all was not exactly as it should have been; yet because this was only a theory, and because all the other facts pointed so damningly to a crazed vendettist as the murderer, I kept discarding what was in reality the truth.