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Is called in to in vestigate the supposed suicide of Archer Coe. District Attorney Mark ham and Vance go to Coe's house. They find Wrede. a friend of Coe's, there; also a Signor Grassi, a guest. The door of the death chamber is bolted from the inside. They force it. Coe is clothed In a dressing gown, but wears street shoes. Vance says It Is murder. The medical examiner finds evidences of a crime. He says Coe had been dead for hours when the bullet entered his head. A small wound Is found, which had bied internally. It is proved that Coe was fully dressed when he was stabbed. They find a wounded Scotch terrier. Vance takes the dog to a veterinarian, declaring the animal should prove an Important connect ing link. Gamble says Brisbane Coe, Archer’s brother, left for Chicago the previous afternoon, but his dead body Is discovered in a coat closet In the Coe home. CHAPTER IV—Continued “What kind of topcoat and hat did Mr. Brisbane wear when he went to the station last night?” The man made a desperate effort to pull himself together. “A—a tweed coat, sir,” he replied huskily, “—black-and-white tweed. And a light gray fedora hat." Vance returned to the closet, and presently emerged with a hat and coat. "Are these the ones?” Gamble swallowed hard and nod ded his hend. “Yes, sir." Vance replaced the coat and hat in the closet, and commented to Markham: "They were hanging up so neat ly." “Is it not possible," asked Mark ham, “that just as he hung them up after returning to the house, he was killed?” "Possible—yes.” Vance nodded slowly. “But that would not explain the other things that went on here last night. It’s more reasonable, I think, to assume that Brisbane was killed as he was preparing to leave the house. But then again, there’s the time element. . . ," Heath had already gone to the hall telephone and was dialing a number. “I’ll soon get the time element for you," he growled. A moment later he was speaking to Doctor Doremus. "The doc’s coming right away," he said, hanging up the receiver. "In the meantime, Markham,” sug gested Vance, “I think we might have parlance with the Chinese cook. . . . Fetch him, will you. Gam ble?” The butler hastened through the dining room door at the rear, and Vance strolled into the library, the rest of us following. We had scarcely seated ourselves when a tall, slender, scholarly look ing Chinaman of abput forty stepped softly into the room through the door between the library and the dining room. Though he looked at nothing in particular, I felt that he saw everything. Vance asked: “What is your name?" "Liang,” came the soft and almost Inaudible response. “Your whole name, please." There was a slight pause, and the man gave Vance a fleeting glance. "Liang Tsung Wei." “Ah 1 . . . And I understand you are the Coe cook." The other nodded quickly. “Me cook.” Vance sighed, and a faint smile overspread his face. “Be so good as to forego the pld gln-Engllsh, Mr. Liang. It will handicap our conversation terribly. And please take a chnir.” The Chinaman, with a faint flick er in his eyes, bowed and sat down in an arm chair between the door and the book shelves. “Thank you,” he said In a finely modulated voice. “I suppose you de sire to question me regarding the tragedy last night. I deeply regret I can throw no light upon it.” “How do you know there has been a tragedy?” Vance inspected the end of tiis cigarette. “I was preparing the breakfast," Liang returned, "and I heard the butler impart the information over the telephone." “Ah. yes—of course. . Have you been long In tills country, Mr. Liang?" "Two years only.” "Interested In the culln'ry art of America?” “Not particularly—although I am n student of occidental customs. Western civilization Is of great In terest to certain of my countrymen." “As are. also, I Imagine,” added Vance, "the rare ceremonial pieces of Chinese art that have been pil fered from your temples and graves.” “We of course regret their loss,” the man unswered mildly. Vance nodded understanding^, and was silent for a moment. Then: "How did you happen to seek em ployment with Mr. Coe?" “1 had heard of his collection of Chinese antiques and of his great knowledge of oriental art, and I be lieved that the atmosphere might prove to be congenial." "And have you found It con genial?” "Not altogether. Mr. Coe was a very narrow and selfish man. His interest iu art was purely person al. He wished to keep his treas ures away from the world—not to share them with humanity." “A typical collector," observed >ance. "By the by, Mr. Liang, when did you leave the house yester day?" About half-past two,” came the low answer. “And you returned a t what time?” “Shortly before midnight. I was visiting friends on Long Island.” "Chinese friends?" "Yes. They will be most happy to verify my statement." Vance smiled. "I’ve no doubt. Where do you sleep?" “My quarters, such as they are, are connected with the kitchen." “Did you go to bed immediately upon your return?” There was a momentary heslta tion on the man's part." "Not Immediately,” he said. "I cleared away the remains of Mr. Coe’s supper, and made myself some tea.” "Did you, by any chance, see Mr. Brisbane Coe after you returned last night?" “Mr. Brisbane Coe?” The other repeated the name questlonlrgly. “The butler told me this morning not to prepare breakfast for him as he had gone to Chicago. . . . Was he here last night?" Vance Ignored the question. “Did you hear any sounds in the house before you retired?” he went on. "Not until Miss Lake returned. She is always vigorous and noisy. And a quarter of an hour later Mr. Grassi came In. But aside from that I heard no sound whatever." Vance, during this Interrogation, had appeared casual; and his man ner had been deferential. But now a perceptible change came over his attitude. IBs eyes hardened, and he leaned forward in his chair. When he spoke, his voice was cold and uncompromising. “Mr. Liang,” he said, “at what time did you first return to this house—early last night?” There was a clouded faraway look in the Chinaman’s eyes. "I did not return early last night,” he answered, In a faintly sing-song voice. "I arrived at mid night.” "Yes, you arrived at midnight— Gamble heard you come in. But I am speaking of your earlier visit some time around eight o’clock, let us say.” “You are evidently laboring un der a misapprehension," Liang re turned. Vance ignored the retort “And what did you see In this room at about eight o’clock?" “How could I have seen any thing, when I was not here?" came the calm, unruffled reply. “Did you see Mr. Archer Coe?” persisted Vance. "I assure you—’’ "And was anyone with him?” “I was not here,” “Perhaps you visited Mr. Coe's bedroom upstairs.” Vance went on with quiet but firm Insistence. “And then. It may be. you thought It ad visable to disappear from the house for several hours; and you went out, returning at midnight” “I was not in this house”—Liang spoke with deliberation—“between half-past two yesterday afternoon and midnight" There was a final ity in both his manner and his tone. Vance sighed wearily, and. turn ihg to the hall door. called Camble. “Where was Mr Archer Coe M|r tlug last night when you went out?" he asked. “On the davenport, sir,” (jumble told him. “In that corner near the lioor lamp. It wns Mr, Archer's favorite seat.” Vance nodded and rose. “That will he all for the pres ent. Attend to your duties till we need you." tiumbie went out' and Vance walked to the davenport and looked down at it. Beside the y : lamp, and In front of the daven port, stood a low massive tabou ret of teakwood; and on the floor near the hearth lay a copy of Tchou Toy's “Les Bronzes antique de la Chine." Vance contemplated the tabouret and the book for a moment Then, without turning, he said: "Mr. Liang, did you find this tab ouret upset when you returned to the house early last night?" "I was not here,” Liang repeated. "It will be a simple matter," said Vance, “to go over the tnbouret for fingerprints and to compare them with yours." "It would he unnecessary, how ever," came the calm reply. "You would undoubtedly find my finger prints on It. I often touch the fur niture and objects In this room." Vanee smiled fuintly and, I thought, admiringly. "In that case, we shan't bother." He moved round the lamp and stood for a moment beside a cir-, eular camphor-wood table just be hind tne davenport. In the center of the table, on a slender teakwood base, stood a white baluster-type vase about nine inches tan. I had noticed Vance stop and glance at this vase when he had first entered the library; but now he studied It critically as If some thing about It puzzled him. We were all watching him; and not the least Interested person In the room was Liang. His eyes were fixed on Vance’s face. "Extr'orln’ry!” Vance murmured after several moments’ contempla tion of the vase. Then he picked up the vase and Inspected It closely, "Not exa'cly a museum piece, Is it, Mr. Liang?" he mused. “Rather Inferior. I should say It was imita tion Ting yuo made under Tao Kuang. This piece would never have deceived a collector as shre\yd as Archer (Joe. ... Do you not agree with me, Mr. Liang?" “Mr. Coe knew much about Chi nese ceramics,” the Chinaman an swered evasively, without taking his eyes from Vance. Vance shook his head sadly." No, Archer would never have been taken In by this specimen. . . . It’s most confusin'." He started to replace the vase on the stand, but suddenly with held the movement of his hand and set the vase to one side. Leaning over, he pushed the lit tle teakwood pedestal out of the wny, revealing a tiny triangle of "By the By, Mr. Liang, When Did You Leave the House Yester day?" thin white porcelain, about an Inch wide, which had been lying hidden underneath. Carefully adjusting his monocle he picked up the bit of porcelain and held it between his thumb and forefinger to the light. “Now, this Is eminently differ ent,” he remarked, studying It close ly. "Apparently a particle of gen uine Sung Ting yao. A vase of this delicate porcelain would do honor to any collection." Gently he placed the little white triangle In his pocket, and ad dressed the Chinaman, who had sat Immobile and unblinking during Vance’s comments. "Did not Mr. Coe possess a Sung Ting yao vase, Mr. Liang, about the size of this execrable Tao Ku ang?” ‘‘I believe he did." I,lung spoke In a curiously repressed voice, with out modulation or inflection. Vance kept his steady gaze on the man. “When, Mr. Liang, did you last see this. Nineteenth-century imita tion?” He pointed to the vase ou the table. Liang did not reply at once. He looked thoughtfully at the vase for a full half-minute; then his eyes re turned to Vance. ”1 have never seen It before." he said finally. "Fancy that!" Vance returned his monocle to his waistcoat pocket. "And here It sits in a place of honor, crying out its spurlousness to anyone who enters the room. , . . Most interest In”' Markham, who had been chafing under Vance's apparent Irrelevan cles, now spoke "What possible connection can a vase have with the murder of Ar cher and Brisbane Cne?" '•That point," answered Vance dul cetly, "Is what I am endeavoring to ascertain. V'see. Markham. Archer Coe would not have Included thla Tao Kuang vase In hla collection. Why Is It here? I haven't the grog giest ootlon. On the other hand, that little broken piece of Sun* porcelain la of a beautiful quality. I can imagine Coe waxing ecstatic over a vase of such ware." "Well?” Markham retorted Irrit ably. "I still can't see the signifi cance, . . "Nor can I." Vance became seri ous. "But It has significance—and a vital significance. It is another absurdly Irrelevant factor in this hideous case. Because that little triangular bit of Ting yao porcelain was on the table just back of where Archer Coe sat last night. And It was hidden beneath a vase which Archer would not have tolerated In the same room with him. . . ." He paused and looked up som berly. "Moreover. Markham, that bro ken fragment of porcelain has blood on It." CHAPTER V "Needle* and Pin*." LIANG was dismissed with In structions to remain In the house until further notice. While we were waiting for the medical examiner, there ensued a brief discussion concerning the blood on the piece of porcelain and Liang's possible relationship to the events preceding the double mur der. But Vance was evidently as much In the dark us the rest of us; and there was little to he done until we had Doctor Doremus’ report Burke came to the door and beck oned to Heath. "Say, Sergeant,” he reported from the corner of his mouth, "that Chink just went upstairs. Itlght with you?" Heath looked sour, and shot Vance an angry look. Gamble entered the hall from the dining room at this moment, and Vance addressed him. “What Is I.lang doing upstnlrs?" The butler seemed perturbed at Vance’s tone, and replied with apol ogetic obsequiousness: "I told him to fetch Miss Lake's tray, and tidy up her quarters. . . . Shouldn’t I have done It, sir? You told me to proceed with my duties. •t Vance scrutinized the, man closely. “When he returns keep him down stairs,’’ he said. “And you’d better stay here yourself.” Gamble bowed and returned to the dining room; and a moment later Doctor Doremus arrived. Heath went briskly out of the room and down the corridor to the closet. We were close behind him when he opened the door. Doremus, straightway assuming a professional air, knelt down and touched Bris bane Coe’s body. "Dead,” he announced. "Take hold of his shoulders.” And he and the sergeant carried the body into the library and placed It on the daven port. “Could you tell us, Doctor," Vance asked, "which of the two victims died first?" Doremus, who had been testing the movablllty of the dead man’s head and limbs, glanced at his watch. "That’s easy," he said. "The one upstairs. The advance of rigor mor tis In the two bodies Is practically the same. This one might be slightly further along; but It’s been nearly four hours since I went over the other fellow. Therefore, I’d say that this one died anywhere from two to three hours later. Say, eight o’clock for the one upstairs and about ten o’clock for this one.” He proceeded with his examina tion. After a while he straightened up and frowned at Markham. “You know what killed this guy? A stab in the bnck! . . . Same like the fellow upstairs. And almost In the same place.” "And the weapon?” “The same. A sharp, narrow, four cornered Instrument. Only, in this case, the hemorrhage was external. A lot of blood lost." "Died Instantly, I take It," re marked Vance. "Yep." The doctor nodded. “Must have fallen in his tracks." Vance picked up the bloodstained coat and waistcoat of the dead man, and Inspected them. "And this time the stab was through the clothes he was wear ing," he commented. "A minor point but worth vi r* vlng. ... I sa v. Doc tor, any In TILE novice In wlngshootingfind9 it hard to believe that you must shoot ahead of flying or running targets In order to hit them, lie reasons that the speed of the shot gun charge Is so fust that one ought to be able to aim dead on the target and hit it. But the fact of the mat ter Is—you simply can't Actually, the speed of the shotgun charge is not so very fast. It Is only about one-third the speed of the modern hlgh-powcr rifle bullet In . skeet shooting I can frequently hear the shot charge strike the clay target after the report of the gun. Yet the speed of the shot charge Is only part of the story. In America, shooting ahead of your target Is called leading It. Without intending to pun, this term is actually misleading. Leading a target Implies aiming out In front of the target and swinging along In this position until you Judge you are far enough uhend of the target before tiring. This Is wrong. The right way to do it is to swing on the target from behind It, swing on past It—that Is, ahead of It—and shoot after you have passed It. But make up your mind to shoot In stantly ns you swing ahead of the target. Instead of calling It "lead ing," the English gunners refer to this as "forward allowance." A more readily understood term, I think. “Forward allowance” Is absolute ly necessary, not so much because it takes the shot charge a certain fraction of a second to travel 20. SO, or 40 yards—although this time must op ratten into account—dui mostly because It also lakes time for your eye to register the Impres sion of the target, for your eye to tell your brain to shoot, for your brain to tell your trigger finger to pull, for your trigger finger to snap home, for the hammer to fall, for the primer to explode the powder charge and send the shot hurtling on Its way. All this takes time. Very little, to be sure. But remem ber that the target Isn't standing still either. The target may be trav eling anywhere from HO to 90 feet a second, depending on whether It’s a rabbit or a canvasback duck. And your shot charge must start toward a point that la nhead of the moving target and In its path. Only experience will teach you where this point Is. No other shoot er can tell you exactly. No two shooters function exactly alike In their muscular and nervous reac tions. On the skeet field, to the best of my knowledge I believe I shoot nt a point about three feet ahead of my targets on the cross ing shots, nnd possibly only two feet or less on the quartering shots. Just as a tip to you, I will hazard the guess that at least 80 per cent of the targets missed In skeet are shot behind—too far behind. On a straightaway running rab bit, shoot under him. Shoot six Inches under his hopping white tall and you'll tumble him every shot. Try a shot on the surface of a pond to see the reason for this. You’ll notice that the shot charge strikes the water In a ten-yard long pat tern. If you shoot Just slightly un der your straightaway rabbit you can’t miss. On a rabbit running across your line of fire, ngnin shoot Just a little low and at a point about three or four feet ahead of him, depending on how far he is away from you. Remember that the longer the range on any game, the farther ahead you shoot. And the faster the flight of any game, the farther ahead you shoot. On a fa mous Ix>ng Island ducking ground there Is an old saying thnt “If ten feet seem too much lead, try twen ty." Which In plain language only means that we seldom miss our game by shooting too far ahead of it. Invariably we miss the target by shooting behind It. Good shots who are at all con scious of their movements In gun pointing nil agree thnt the host way to swing on a moving target Is to come from behind the target, and then nt the Instnnt the gun swings past the target to let ’er go. 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