The Case of the Pool of Blood in the Pastors Study | Page 8

he walked forward and held out his hand to the
stranger.

"I sent for you, Mr. Muller," said the magnate, conscious of his stately
size and appearance, as well as of his importance in the presence of a
personage who so little looked what his great fame might have led one
to expect.
"Then you are Count ---- ?" answered Muller gently. "I was in
Budapest, having just finished a difficult case which took me there.
They told me that a mysterious crime had happened in your
neighbourhood, and sent me here to take charge of it. You will pardon
any ignorance I may show as a stranger to this locality. I will do my
best and it may be possible that I can help you."
The Count introduced the other gentlemen in order and they sat down
again at the table.
"And now what is it you want me for, Count?" asked Muller.
"There was a murder committed in this house," answered the Count.
"When?"
"Last night."
"Who is the victim?"
"Our pastor."
"How was he killed?"
"We do not know."
"You are not a physician, then?" asked Muller, turning to Orszay.
"Yes, I am," answered the latter.
"Well?"
"The body is missing," said Orszay, somewhat sharply.

"Missing?" Muller became greatly interested. "Will you please lead me
to the scene of the crime?" he said, rising from his chair.
The others led him into the next room, the magistrate going ahead with
a lamp. The judge called for more lights and the group stood around the
pool of blood on the floor of the study. Muller's arms were crossed on
his breast as he stood looking down at the hideous spot. There was no
terror in his eyes, as in those of the others, but only a keen attention and
a lively interest.
"Who has been in this room since the discovery?" he asked.
The doctor replied that only the servants of the immediate household,
the notary, the magistrate, and himself, then later the Count and the
district judge entered the room.
"You are quite certain that no one else has been in here?"
"No, no one else."
"Will you kindly send for the three servants?" The magistrate left the
room.
"Who else lives in the house?"
"The sexton and the dairymaid."
"And no one else has left the house to-day or has entered it?"
"No one. The main door has been watched all day by a gendarme."
"Is there but one door out of this room?"
"No, there is a small door beside that bookcase."
"Where does it lead to?"
"It leads to a passageway at the end of which there is a stair down into
the vestry."

Muller gave an exclamation of surprise.
"The vestry as well as the church have neither of them been opened on
the side toward the street."
"The church or the vestry, you mean," corrected Muller. "How many
doors have they on the street side?"
"One each."
"The locks on these doors were in good condition?"
"Yes, they were untouched."
"Was there anything stolen from the church?"
"No, nothing that we could see."
"Was the pastor rich?"
"No, he was almost a poor man, for he gave away all that he had."
"But you were his patron, Count."
"I was his friend. He was the confidential adviser of myself and
family."
"This would mean rich presents now and then, would it not?"
"No, that is not the case. Our venerable pastor would take nothing for
himself. He would accept no presents but gifts of money for his poor."
"Then you do not believe this to have been a murder for the sake of
robbery?"
"No. There was nothing disturbed in any part of the house, no drawers
or cupboards broken open at all."
Muller smiled. "I have heard it said that your romantic Hungarian

bandits will often be satisfied with the small booty they may find in the
pocket or on the person of their victim."
"You are right, Mr. Muller. But that is only when they can find nothing
else."
"Or perhaps if it is a case of revenge.
"It cannot be revenge in this case!"
"The pastor was greatly loved?"
"He was loved and revered."
"By every one?"
"By every one!" the four men answered at once.
Muller was still a while. His eyes were veiled and his face thoughtful.
Finally he raised his head. "There has been nothing moved or changed
in this room?"
"No--neither here nor anywhere else in the house or the church,"
answered the local magistrate.
"That is good. Now I would like to question the servants."
Muller had already started for the door, then he turned back into the
room and pointing toward the second door he asked: "Is that door
locked?"
"Yes," answered the Count. "I found it