“And … and how do you suggest I was able to make almost round indentations like those in the snow?” He seemed almost afraid of the answer he knew would come.
Simon Ark said, “Very simple. They are the prints of the toes of ballet shoes or slippers. When you carried Mark Eagen into the woods, you walked on your toes …”
The cigarette fell from Roland Summers’ limp fingers.
“I know it sounds fantastic, even to carry a small man any distance while keeping on your toes, but a skilled ballet dancer like yourself must have much strength in his legs. And putting one foot directly ahead of the other when you walked would also be simple for you.”
Roland Summers was staring at him with glassy eyes.
“Of course, the howling dogs this afternoon suggested that there was something, possibly a body, buried in those woods. And Mark Eagen was the only person who had disappeared last night. The prints, which were the only ones between the town and the woods, came from your house, which made you the logical suspect.”
Simon Ark paused and listened to the renewed voice from the direction of the woods. Then he continued.
“And when I found you chopping up that old tree trunk in your basement, I was certain. It was obviously no good for firewood, and it had just as obviously been carried from the woods recently. Yet there were none of your footprints in the snow—only the odd cleverest part of your whole scheme. You carried a hundred-pound corpse into the woods, so you carried a hundred-pound tree stump out of the woods, thus making sure that the depth of the tracks in the snow was about the same, both coming and going. Otherwise, it would have been obvious that something had been carried into the woods.”
Roland Summers continued to sit stiffly in the chair …
Simon Ark was closing the door behind him when Inspector Ashly came up. “We dug up Eagen’s body, Mr. Ark. It was where you said, near the spot where the dogs started howling. Is Summers inside?”
“Yes, he is …”
“I suppose Eagen’s wife was the cause of it all.”
But Simon Ark did not reply. He was walking slowly through the snow to the road.
Inspector Ashly opened the door and went into Roland Summers’ house. He found Summers in the study, still staring at the wall with glassy eyes …
He was pulling a pair of handcuffs from his pocket when he suddenly realized that Roland Summers was dead …
A heavy fog was obscuring London the next day, as Inspector Ashly sat in the office of his superior.
The man behind the desk shuffled some papers and said, “Summers apparently died of heart failure, as a result of some great shock. It all seems very odd, especially since he died while he was alone with this man, Simon Ark, who now seems to have vanished completely.”
Ashly frowned and spoke very slowly. “It may sound fantastic, sir, but somehow I don’t believe that Simon Ark belonged to our world. He came to North Bradshire because he believed he might find the devil there; instead he found only a murderer.”
“What do you mean, he thought he would find the devil? Why should anyone go looking for the devil?”
Ashly rose and walked to the window, where he stood looking out at the gray mist that hung like a curtain over the city. “I don’t exactly know, sir, but I found this on the table next to Roland Summers’ body. Simon Ark must have left it there.”
And he took a small wooden object from his pocket and held it out for his superior to see. It was shaped like the letter T, with a small circle on top, and it appeared to be very old.
“What is it, Ashly?”
“At the museum they told me it was an ansated cross, an early symbol of Egyptian Christians …”
“Egyptian …”
“I know it seems fantastic, sir, but I believe Simon Ark is searching for Satan. I believe he has been searching for a long, long time. I wonder what will happen when they meet …”
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