CHAPTER XIV. THE "HATER"

M. Desmalions looked at him without understanding, and looked from him to

the ceiling. Perenna said:

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"Oh, there's no witchcraft about it; and, though no one has thrown that

letter from above, though there is not the smallest hole in the ceiling, the explanation is quite simple!"

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"Quite simple, is it?" said M. Desmalions.

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"Yes, Monsieur le Préfet. It all looks like an extremely complicated

conjuring trick, done almost for fun. Well, I say that it is quite

simple--and, at the same time, terribly tragic. Sergeant Mazeroux, would

you mind drawing back the curtains and giving us as much light as

possible?"

While Mazeroux was executing his orders and M. Desmalions glancing at the

fourth letter, the contents of which were unimportant and merely

confirmed the previous ones, Don Luis took a pair of steps which the

workmen had left in the corner, set it up in the middle of the room and

climbed to the top, where, seated astride, he was able to reach the

electric chandelier.

It consisted of a broad, circular band in brass, beneath which was a

festoon of crystal pendants. Inside were three lamps placed at the

corners of a brass triangle concealing the wires.

He uncovered the wires and cut them. Then be began to take the whole

fitting to pieces. To hasten matters, he asked for a hammer and broke up

the plaster all round the clamps that held the chandelier in position.

"Lend me a hand, please," he said to Mazeroux.

Mazeroux went up the steps; and between them they took hold of the

chandelier and let it slide down the uprights. The detectives caught it

and placed it on the table with some difficulty, for it was much heavier

than it looked.

On inspection, it proved to be surmounted by a cubical metal box, measuring about eight inches square, which box, being fastened inside the ceiling between the iron clamps, had obliged Don Luis to knock away the plaster that concealed it.

"What the devil's this?" exclaimed M. Desmalions.

"Open it for yourself, Monsieur le Préfet: there's a lid to it," said Perenna.

M. Desmalions raised the lid. The box was filled with springs and wheels, a whole complicated and detailed mechanism resembling a piece of clockwork.

"By your leave, Monsieur le Préfet," said Don Luis.

He took out one piece of machinery and discovered another beneath it, joined to the first by the gearing of two wheels; and the second was more like one of those automatic apparatuses which turn out printed slips.

Right at the bottom of the box, just where the box touched the

ceiling, was a semicircular groove, and at the edge of it was a letter

ready for delivery.

"The last of the five letters," said Don Luis, "doubtless continuing the

series of denunciations. You will notice, Monsieur le Préfet, that the

chandelier originally had a fourth lamp in the centre. It was obviously

removed when the chandelier was altered, so as to make room for the

letters to pass."

He continued his detailed explanations:

"So the whole set of letters was placed here, at the bottom. A clever

piece of machinery, controlled by clockwork, took them one by one at the

appointed time, pushed them to the edge of the groove concealed between

the lamps and the pendants, and projected them into space."

None of those standing around Don Luis spoke, and all of them seemed

perhaps a little disappointed. The whole thing was certainly very clever; but they had expected something better than a trick of springs and wheels, however surprising.

"Have patience, gentlemen," said Don Luis. "I promised you something

ghastly; and you shall have it."

"Well, I agree," said the Prefect of Police, "that this is where the

letters started from. But a good many points remain obscure; and, apart

from this, there is one fact in particular which it seems impossible to

understand. How were the criminals able to adapt the chandelier in this

way? And, in a house guarded by the police, in a room watched night and

day, how were they able to carry out such a piece of work without being

seen or heard?"

"The answer is quite easy, Monsieur le Préfet: the work was done before

the house was guarded by the police."

"Before the murder was committed, therefore?"

"Before the murder was committed."

"And what is to prove to me that that is so?"