ed the chair bodily into
the air with one hand and hurled it at Northover's head.
The legs crashed against the desk, so that Northover only got a blow on
the elbow as he sprang up with clenched fists, only to be seized by the
united rush of the rest of us. The chair had fallen clattering on the
empty floor.
"Let me go, you scamps," he shouted. "Let me--"
"Stand still," cried Rupert authoritatively. "Major Brown's action is
excusable. The abominable crime you have attempted--"
"A customer has a perfect right," said Northover hotly, "to question an
alleged overcharge, but, confound it all, not to throw furniture."
"What, in God's name, do you mean by your customers and overcharges?"
shrieked Major Brown, whose keen feminine nature, steady in pain
or danger, became almost hysterical in the presence of a long and
exasperating mystery. "Who are you? I've never seen you or your insolent
tomfool bills. I know one of your cursed brutes tried to choke me--"
"Mad," said Northover, gazing blankly round; "all of them mad. I didn't
know they travelled in quartettes."
"Enough of this prevarication," said Rupert; "your crimes are
discovered. A policeman is stationed at the corner of the court. Though
only a private detective myself, I will take the responsibility of
telling you that anything you say--"
"Mad," repeated Northover, with a weary air.
And at this moment, for the first time, there struck in among them the
strange, sleepy voice of Basil Grant.
"Major Brown," he said, "may I ask you a question?"
The Major turned his head with an increased bewilderment.
"You?" he cried; "certainly, Mr Grant."
"Can you tell me," said the mystic, with sunken head and lowering brow,
as he traced a pattern in the dust with his sword-stick, "can you tell
me what was the name of the man who lived in your house before you?"
The unhappy Major was only faintly more disturbed by this last and
futile irrelevancy, and he answered vaguely:
"Yes, I think so; a man named Gurney something--a name with a
hyphen--Gurney-Brown; that was it."
"And when did the house change hands?" said Basil, looking up sharply.
His strange eyes were burning brilliantly.
"I came in last month," said the Major.
And at the mere word the criminal Northover suddenly fell into his great
office chair and shouted with a volleying laughter.
"Oh! it's too perfect--it's too exquisite," he gasped, beating the arms
with his fists. He was laughing dea
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