words told Irwin and Constable Clifford to sit down. Bony turned from studying a large-scale map of the Kimberleys and took a chair opposite the Senior Officer.
“You have there ... ?” he asked politely, arranging tobacco and papers on the table.
“The post-mortem report on Constable Stenhouse, signed by Doctors Mitchell and Morley. Want it read?”
“Please.”
Inspector Walters cleared his throat like a sergeant-major, took up the papers to avoid having to stoop, and read:
“We found on the left side of the chest, three inches from the mid-sternal line between the fourth and fifth ribs, a wound penetrating into the chest wall and passing through right and left ventricles and left atrium of the heart. Behind the arterial wall a greater destruction of tissues occurred involving the left lung, aorta, the oesophagus, spinal muscles and skin. The bony structures were not damaged. On the back of the body was an irregular exit wound about two inches in diameter. Death was instantaneous. The injuries as enumerated are consistent with those caused by a .32 bullet fired from a high-power rifle at a distance of approximately thirty feet.”
“In layman’s phraseology, the bullet entered the chest, tore the heart to shreds and emerged from the back much enlarged in circumference and much shorter in length,” murmured Bony. “Where the body rested against the seat back there is a hole in the leather made by this forty-four lead bullet. This bullet then penetrated a tin of oil. No other bullet was found among the dead man’s dunnage.”
“A rigged job?” sharply asked Walters.
“To make it appear that Stenhouse was murdered by his tracker, who cleared out with his own swag, the constable’s rifle, and all the cooked food. Morley states that the blood on the seat, the floor of the vehicle and the stones beneath is animal blood.”
“Damned crude,” Walters snapped.
“Very.” Bony applied a match to what might be called a cigarette. “And yet ... revealing. The men who murdered Stenhouse are devoid of imagination, but shrewd. They were foolish only when having to deal with a problem which suddenly confronted them. None but men faced by an exceptional situation demanding urgent action would have made so many mistakes when setting that stage for murder.”
“Men! Not one man?” asked Irwin, and Walters nodded approval.
“There were several men. There must have been. It’s obvious that Stenhouse and the jeep were moved to the place where Laidlaw found the body. Charlie and Larry failed to back-track the jeep. They failed to find Jacky Musgrave’s tracks. The jeep’s tracks were obliterated, and the killers knew that the absence of the tracker’s prints at the supposed scene of the murder would be in keeping with the set-up, for had he actually killed Stenhouse and cleared out, he wouldn’t have left tracks.”
“The scene of the crime could be miles away,” commented Walters.
“It is, but we’ll find it.” Bony completed the making of another alleged cigarette. “Medical opinion is that Stenhouse was killed either on the 15th or the 16th, with preference for the first date. Of significance, however, is that on the 15th two parties of travellers passed over that section of the Wyndham Road where Laidlaw found Stenhouse. We know that the party of photographers passed the place last, and that it was about two in the afternoon of the 15th. The stage was set after that time and date, but, in view of the opinion of the two doctors, Stenhouse could have been shot before that time and date.
“I have here the dead man’s official diary found in the attaché-case with him. The last entry is dated August 14th and reads: ‘Left Red Creek at 7 am and proceeded to Leroy Downs where obtained statement from Mary Jo concerning alleged assault by James Mooney. Proceeded to Richard’s Well where arrived at 5.45 pm and invited to stay the night.’ According to the diary, therefore, on the morning of August 14th Constable Stenhouse was at Richard’s Well, a station homestead approximately sixty miles south of Agar’s Lagoon and eighty-odd by road.”
“It’s on record that he was down there,” Walters said. “In accordance with routine, he sent me a telegram on the 12th saying he was going on patrol to Richard’s Well and beyond. On the file here is a letter written by the owner of Leroy Downs reporting a complaint made to him by one of his aborigine domestics of an assault on her by an aborigine stockman named Mooney.”
“Then it would seem that Stenhouse was killed eighty-odd miles south of Agar’s, and his body and jeep taken to a point ninety miles north of Agar’s,” contributed Clifford.
“Did I not always mistrust the obvious, I would incline to accept that view,” Bony said, dryly and without malice. “Since we know that the persons responsible for Stenhouse’s death did set the murder stage we must not confine our view of the stage by the properties of the two bullets, the hole in the seat back, the animal blood, and the absence of the vehicle’s tracks, supported by the items indicating that the murder was committed by the tracker. The entry in that diary might be fictitious.”
Walters snorted. Irwin grinned and would have chuckled if his superior hadn’t been looking at him.
“Show me the diary,” commanded the Inspector.
Bony pushed the book across the table, and Walters almost snatched it to read at the page opened for him.
“Same handwriting,” Bony pointed out, “as the previous entries.” Reluctantly Walters agreed. “Assuming that Stenhouse wrote that information and yet did not travel to the place named on the business stated, would you ultimately learn that the entry was made to cover other activities?”
“No,” admitted Walters. “Anyhow, we can easily find out if he did or did not go to Richard’s Well. We can contact the people at Richard’s Well or those at Leroy Downs by radio.”
“And can be sure that the killers of Stenhouse will be sitting at their transceiver,” Bony said. “That wouldn’t do. I’ll go south and see these people. Perhaps you will permit Irwin to accompany me. We must begin by testing the genuineness of that diary entry.”
“That seems to be the start.”
“And I suggest that Clifford takes Irwin’s trackers to the place Stenhouse was found, and gives them more time to prospect for tracks. The jeep would have been driven there from a point across-country.”
“Clifford can leave within an hour,” assented Walters.
“I suggest, further, that Clifford contacts the Breens who are droving cattle to Wyndham and question them regarding who they saw on the road, other than Laidlaw, and from their aborigines find out what the smoke signals to the west meant on that day they met Laidlaw.”
“What’s the smoke-signal angle?”
“On the morning Laidlaw met the Breens he saw smoke signals sent up by the blacks far to the west of Black Range. Irwin’s trackers, who at that time did not know how Stenhouse had been murdered, told me that the signals might mean that a policeman had been shot. The point is, if that be so, the blacks are likely to know who shot Stenhouse.”
“Those far-west blacks are rather illusive,” remarked Irwin. “They’re not station blacks.”
“Aboriginal interest in this murder is almost proved,” Bony said. “There is the possibility that the aborigines are not concerned with the death of Stenhouse, the white policeman, but with the death of Jacky Musgrave, the black policeman. To them a policeman’s tracker is a policeman.
“I’m not stating where Stenhouse was murdered. I don’t know ... yet. We brought in the steering-wheel of Stenhouse’s jeep for finger-printing. Your Sergeant Sawtell could do the testing. The diary and personal possessions will give him Stenhouse’s prints. I’m confident that no prints other than those left by Stenhouse and his tracker would be found on the jeep, because adhering to the controls were two long hairs from a goat, indicating that the man who last drove it wore gloves of goat-skin, possibly the skin of the animal killed for its blood.
“As I have said, the