The «Canary» Murder Case / Смерть Канарейки. Книга для чтения на английском языке - стр. 26
Jessup spoke in a level voice, with the alert and careful manner of a soldier reporting to his superior officer.
“It was just this, sir. When the gentleman came out of Miss Odell’s apartment at about half past eleven, he stopped at the switchboard and asked me to get him a Yellow Taxicab. I put the call through, and while he was waiting for the car, Miss Odell screamed and called for help. The gentleman turned and rushed to the apartment door, and I followed quickly behind him. He knocked; but at first there was no answer. Then he knocked again, and at the same time called out to Miss Odell and asked her what was the matter. This time she answered. She said everything was all right, and told him to go home and not to worry. Then he walked back with me to the switchboard, remarking that he guessed Miss Odell must have fallen asleep and had a nightmare. We talked for a few minutes about the war, and then the taxicab came. He said good night, and went out, and I heard the car drive away.”
It was plain to see that this epilogue of the departure of Miss Odell’s anonymous escort completely upset Markham’s theory of the case. He looked down at the floor with a baffled expression, and smoked vigorously for several moments. At last he asked:
“How long was it after this man came out of the apartment that you heard Miss Odell scream?”
“About five minutes. I had put my connection through to the taxicab company, and it was a minute or so later that she screamed.”
“Was the man near the switchboard?”
“Yes, sir. In fact, he had one arm resting on it.”
“How many times did Miss Odell scream? And just what did she say when she called for help?”
“She screamed twice, and then cried ‘Help! Help!’”
“And when the man knocked on the door the second time, what did he say?”
“As near as I can recollect, sir, he said: ‘Open the door, Margaret! What’s the trouble?’”
“And can you remember her exact words when she answered him?”
Jessup hesitated, and frowned reflectively.
“As I recall, she said: ‘There’s nothing the matter. I’m sorry I screamed. Everything’s all right, so please go home, and don’t worry.’ … Of course, that may not be exactly what she said, but it was something very close to it.”
“You could hear her plainly through the door, then?”
“Oh, yes. These doors are not very thick.”
Markham rose, and began pacing meditatively. At length, halting in front of the operator, he asked another question:
“Did you hear any other suspicious sounds in this apartment after the man left?”
“Not a sound of any kind, sir,” Jessup declared. “Some one from outside the building, however, telephoned Miss Odell about ten minutes later, and a man’s voice answered from her apartment.”
“What’s this!” Markham spun round, and Heath sat up at attention, his eyes wide. “Tell me every detail of that call.”
Jessup complied unemotionally.
“About twenty minutes to twelve a trunk-light flashed on the board, and when I answered it, a man asked for Miss Odell. I plugged the connection through, and after a short wait the receiver was lifted from her phone—you can tell when a receiver’s taken off the hook, because the guide-light on the board goes out—and a man’s voice answered ‘Hello.’ I pulled the listening-in key over, and, of course, didn’t hear any more.”