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The Confidence King
by
“Just this,” replied Craig. “If you will kindly oblige us by laying your fingers on this inking-pad and then lightly on this sheet of paper, I think I can show you an answer.”
Knight demurred, and his wife grew hysterical at the idea, but there was nothing to do but comply. Kennedy glanced at the fourth set of prints, then at the third set taken a week ago, and smiled. No one said a word. Knight or Williams, which was it? He nonchalantly lit a cigarette.
“So you say I am this Williams, the counterfeiter?” he asked superciliously.
“I do,” reiterated Kennedy. “You are also Forbes.”
“I don’t suppose Scotland Yard has neglected to furnish you with photographs and a description of this Forbes?”
Burke reluctantly pulled out a Bertillon card from his pocket and laid it on the table. It bore the front face and profile of the famous counterfeiter, as well as his measurements.
The man picked it up as if indeed it was a curious thing. His coolness nearly convinced me. Surely he should have hesitated in actually demanding this last piece of evidence. I had heard, however, that the Bertillon system of measurements often depended on the personal equation of the measurer as well as on the measured. Was he relying on that, or on his difference in features?
I looked over Kennedy’s shoulder at the card on the table. There was the concave nose of the “portrait parle” ” of Forbes, as it had first been described to us. Without looking further I involuntarily glanced at the man, although I had no need to do so. I knew that his nose was the exact opposite of that of Forbes.
“Ingenious at argument as you are, he remarked quietly, “you will hardly deny that Knight, of Omaha, is the exact opposite of Forbes, of London. My nose is almost Jewish – my complexion is dark as an Arab’s. Still, I suppose I am the sallow, snub-nosed Forbes described here, inasmuch as I have stolen Forbes’s fingers and lost them again by a most preposterous method.”
“The colour of the face is easily altered,” said Kennedy. “A little picric acid will do that. The ingenious rogue Sarcey in Paris eluded the police very successfully until Dr. Charcot exposed him and showed how he changed the arch of his eyebrows and the wrinkles of his face. Much is possible to-day that would make Frankenstein and Dr. Moreau look clumsy and antiquated.”
A sharp feminine voice interrupted. It was the woman, who had kept silent up to this time. “But I have read in one of the papers this morning that a Mr. Williams was found dead in an automobile accident up the Hudson yesterday. I remember reading it, because I am afraid of accidents myself.”
All eyes were now fixed on Kennedy. “That body,” he answered quickly, “was a body purchased by you at a medical school, brought in your car to Riverwood, dressed in Williams’s clothes with a watch that would show he was Forbes, placed on the track in front of the auto, while you two watched the Buffalo express run it down, and screamed. It was a clever scheme that you concocted, but these facts do not agree.”
He laid the measurements of the corpse obtained by Burke and those from the London police card side by side. Only in the roughest way did they approximate each other.
“Your honour, I appeal to your sense of justice,” cried our prisoner impatiently. “Hasn’t this farce been allowed to go far enough? Is there any reason why this fake detective should make fools out of us all and keep my wife longer in this court? I’m not disposed to let the matter drop. I wish to enter a charge against him of false arrest and malicious prosecution. I shall turn the whole thing over to my attorney this afternoon. The deuce with the races – I’ll have justice.”