The Classic Mystery Collection - Arthur Conan Doyle [351]
'Do you know,' asked the priest, 'whether Dr Valentine seemed to be very angry after the scene with the secretary and the Colonel - I mean about witnessing the will?'
'By all accounts,' replied the other, 'he wasn't half so angry as the secretary was. It was the secretary who went away raging after witnessing the will.'
'And now,' said Father Brown,' what about the will itself?'
'The Colonel was a very wealthy man, and his will was important. Traill wouldn't tell us the alteration at that stage, but I have since heard only this morning in fact - that most of the money was transferred from the son to the daughter. I told you that Druce was wild with my friend Donald over his dissipated hours.'
'The question of motive has been rather over - shadowed by the question of method,' observed Father Brown thoughtfully. 'At that moment, apparently, Miss Druce was the immediate gainer by the death.'
'Good God! What a cold - blooded way of talking,' cried Fiennes, staring at him. 'You don't really mean to hint that she - '
'Is she going to marry that Dr Valentine?' asked the other.
'Some people are against it,' answered his friend. 'But he is liked and respected in the place and is a skilled and devoted surgeon.'
'So devoted a surgeon,' said Father Brown, 'that he had surgical instruments with him when he went to call on the young lady at teatime. For he must have used a lancet or something, and he never seems to have gone home.'
Fiennes sprang to his feet and looked at him in a heat of inquiry. 'You suggest he might have used the very same lancet - '
Father Brown shook his head. 'All these suggestions are fancies just now,' he said. 'The problem is not who did it or what did it, but how it was done. We might find many men and even many tools - pins and shears and lancets. But how did a man get into the room? How did even a pin get into it?'
He was staring reflectively at the ceiling as he spoke, but as he said the last words his eye cocked in an alert fashion as if he had suddenly seen a curious fly on the ceiling.
'Well, what would you do about it?' asked the young man. 'You have a lot of experience; what would you advise now?'
'I'm afraid I'm not much use,' said Father Brown with a sigh. 'I can't suggest very much without having ever been near the place