The Affair of the Thirty-Nine Cufflinks (27 page)

'
He
? Tommy queried.

'OK, I know we're none of us in the clear.'

Penny gave a gasp. 'You don't think the police would suspect me, do you?'

'That cop suspects everybody. If the Archbishop of Canterbury was here, he'd be a suspect in Wilkins' eyes. And I figure we're all capable of violence.'

'Oh crumbs. Do you think he'll hear about yesterday - me and Gregory?'

'Afraid so, honey. Sorry and all that.'

The three of them were in the morning-room. Tommy, seeing Penny was distressed, quickly changed the subject. 'Talking of Gregory the Great, he's conspicuous by his absence this morning. Don't suppose he's done a bunk, do you?'

'No, I saw him from my window, mooching about down by the lake,' Stella said. 'Must realise he's still the number one suspect and wants to keep out of the way.'

'And where's your father?' Tommy asked Penny.

'He's in the library, catching up on some paper work. He says he knows he's a suspect, too. It's idiotic! If everybody knew him like I do, they'd never think for a second he could do anything like that.'

'Who else is missing?' Tommy said. 'Oh, Mackenzie. Anybody seen her today?'

The girls shook their heads. 'I wonder if anybody has?' Stella said. 'Gosh, I hope she's all right. If she'd seen the attack on Gerry, and the murderer saw her, she could have been attacked, too. I think I'll go and check.'

She left the room, went upstairs, made her way to the east corridor and tapped on Jean Mackenzie's door. She was relieved when she heard her voice call 'Come in.'

Miss Mackenzie was sitting in a chair by the window. There was a book on her lap but it was closed. She looked alarmed when she saw Stella. 'Is there any news?' Stella saw that for the third time in two days her eyes were red.

'No, not yet. You know what happened, then?'

'Yes, Geraldine's maid told me.'

'We wondered if you were all right. Is something wrong?'

'Oh, Stella, I feel so guilty.'

'What about?'

'What's happened to Geraldine. It's all my fault.'

'How on earth do you figure that?'

'You all know about the lie I told - that Florrie had asked to be buried at Alderley. It came about as a result of what I now see was my obsession with mediums and séances and that sort of thing. I'm giving all that up. However, it's too late to undo the damage I have done. At first I blamed myself for Clara's death, but the Inspector assured me that after she'd made that threat at the reading, she would have been murdered wherever it had taken place. But that's not the case with this wicked attack on Geraldine. It wouldn't have happened if the reading had taken place somewhere else.'

Stella went across to her and took her hand. 'Look,' she said, 'Gerry was thoroughly enjoying herself. She knew there was danger involved. Dorry was telling me the afternoon of the funeral how Gerry had been saying to her that you have to be prepared for that sort of risk if you get involved in murder investigations. She herself would be the very last one to blame you.'

'You're very kind, my dear, but if that lovely girl - if she . . . she . . .dies, I'll never forgive myself.'

'This brooding all on your own is not good,' Stella said. She drew Miss Mackenzie to her feet. 'Now come on down to the morning-room. There's only Penny and Tommy there, and you know how you say he always cheers you up.'

'Oh, really, I don't think so.'

'I insist. And you can talk to us about Florrie. You knew her better than anyone, and she must have told you some wonderful stories over the years. I know I'd love to hear some.'

And she led the older woman, still protesting a little, from the room.

Chapter Thirty-Six

Nearly three hours had passed, during which Gerry had not stirred. The Earl and Countess had hardly spoken or moved, except when three times Lord Burford again put the mirror to Gerry's lips, afterwards giving his wife a brief reassuring nod. Then, a little after eleven, there came a light tap on the door.

It was Merryweather. 'No change, my lord?'

'Not yet.'

'Chief Inspector Wilkins is here, my lord.'

'Oh, I can't see him now.'

'He wishes to come in, my lord. He says it is important.'

'What? Oh, very well.'

Wilkins entered the room almost on tip-toe. He bowed his head stiffly to the Earl and Countess.

' 'Morning, Wilkins,' said the Earl. ' 'Fraid I can't talk about the case now.'

'No, of course, my lord. This is appalling, really appalling. I can't say how shocked I am.' He gazed down at Gerry, shaking his head slowly. Then he looked up. 'I've been given the details by Mr Merryweather and Marie. I understand you think the attacker came in here during the night and did this?'

'Seems obvious.'

'With respect, my lord, I think not.'

'Eh? What d'you mean?'

'May I ask if anyone has touched Lady Geraldine's bedroom slippers this morning?'

The Earl looked down at them. They were placed neatly side by side, close to the bed. 'No. Why d'you ask?'

'They're the wrong way round, my lord. Right on the left and left on the right. If Lady Geraldine had just lifted her feet out of them as she got into bed, they could not have got in that position. Which indicates to me that she was lifted into the bed. Either the slippers fell off, or the attacker snatched them off and let them drop, and then afterwards straightened them, without realising that they were in the wrong positions relative to each other.'

'Good gad.'

Lady Burford spoke for the first time. 'He's right, George. Something has been worrying me as wrong ever since we've been sitting here. Her dressing-gown.' She pointed to where it was draped on a hanger suspended from a hook on the back of the door. 'She never hung it up at night - just laid it across the bottom of the bed. And during the day it was always hung in the cupboard.'

Lord Burford said slowly: 'So she was up in the night.'

'Yes, my lord. Elsewhere in the house. About her investigations, no doubt.'

'And actually identified the murderer?'

'We can't say that for sure. It's possible she uncovered a secret that someone other than the killer of Mrs Saunders might have been desperate to prevent coming to light. Now, forgive me but I must get on. My investigations are complete and when I arrived I took the liberty of asking Mr Merryweather to gather all the guests in the drawing-room. I must join them.'

'You've solved the case?'

'Let's just say I have logical and coherent explanations for everything that occurred, though at this stage I cannot be certain there are not equally logical alternative ones. And the attack on Lady Geraldine is an additional complication, which I cannot as yet fit in. Anyway, my lord, I felt it only right to tell you of my plans. I don't suppose under the circumstances you yourself will want to be there.'

'Not really, Wilkins, not really. Not at all sure I can face up to it.'

'I hate to ask you, my lord, but I really do need you there, just for part of the time. There'll probably be something I want you to do.'

'I see. Well, suppose I ought to be there, really. But I don't like leaving you here on your own, Lavinia.'

'Go, George,' said the Countess. 'Ask Marie to join me. I'm sure she would like to. I'll let you know the moment there's any change.'

'Very well. What is it you want me to do, Wilkins?'

'I'll explain on the way down, my lord.'

'Come along, then.'

He started to move to the door, then suddenly stopped and turned. 'Lavinia, it's no good, I've got to tell you. I'm partly to blame for this.'

'George, what do you mean?'

'I could have prevented it, but for my laziness and stupidity. I can't explain now, but I had to get it off my chest.'

He made for the door again, inside which Wilkins was standing waiting for him. As the Earl passed him he muttered something, almost under his breath. Wilkins raised his eyebrows, gave a little shake of the head and then made to follow him. But the Countess called after him. 'Mr Wilkins!'

He came back. 'Yes, my lady?'

'What did my husband say as he passed you?'

'I think he was just talking to himself, really, not to me at all.'

'But what did he say?'

Wilkins looked decidedly embarrassed. 'It was rather odd.'

'Mr Wilkins, please.'

'He said, "Should have had a real purple candle. Rosemary, too." '

* * *

Wilkins caught up with the Earl on the stairs. 'All I want you to do, my lord, is, if you are shown a pair of cufflinks, to identify them as your own.'

'Even if they're not?'

'Oh, they will be. So say they are, even if you don't actually recognise them.'

'Very well.'

Merryweather was standing outside the drawing-room, as though on sentry duty. He opened the doors as the Earl, Wilkins and Leather, who had been waiting in the hall, approached and went in. Like those of spectators at a tennis match, eight pairs of eyes swung towards them in unison. Gregory was standing by the huge fireplace and Tommy half sitting on and half leaning against a table just inside the window. The rest were seated, Timothy and Penny on one sofa, Agatha and Dorothy on another, Stella in an easy chair and Miss Mackenzie, as if in penance and recognition of her own perceived lower social status, in a hard upright chair against the wall.

Timothy got to his feet as they entered. 'George, is there any news?'

'No, no change.'

'Penelope and I are appallingly shocked, needless to say. You do both have our heartfelt sympathy and prayers.' He sat down again.

'Thank you,' said the Earl, gruffly. 'Appreciate it.'

'I'm sure that goes for every one of us,' said Gregory.

'Absolutely,' added Tommy. Gregory shot him an angry glance, as if he objected to having Tommy agree with him.

'I guess not quite
every
one,' Stella said dryly.

Miss Mackenzie gave a shocked gasp and there was no one who did not look embarrassed.

It was Wilkins who broke the silence. 'A very perceptive comment, Miss Simmons. Lady Geraldine was certainly attacked by somebody at present in this house. Needless to say, I rule out the servants.'

He moved to the centre of the room. There was a sudden air of authority about him that had been totally absent before. Leather and the Earl remained standing just inside the door.

'I'm sorry to have to ask you all to come together, like this,' Wilkins said. 'But there are questions I need to ask most of you, and I want everyone else to hear the answers. We need some interplay, some cross-fertilisation, as it were. I'm hoping one person may be able to add something to another's answer or comment, or possibly refute it.'

He paused, before continuing. 'According to Dr. Ingleby, Mrs Saunders died after eleven fifteen and we know she must have been killed before twelve thirty. That, obviously, is the key period. There were, apart from the murder itself, a number of very strange incidents during that time. I'd like to look at those in turn. The most obvious of them was the armour falling over. Miss Mackenzie, who was present, was totally unable to account for it.'

He swung suddenly on Tommy. 'However, you were able to give me a perfectly logical explanation of it, Mr Lambert.'

Tommy gave a start. His mouth opened. 'Uuuhhh,' he said.

'Perhaps you'd be so good as to share that explanation with everybody now, sir.'

At last Tommy found his voice. 'I say, Wilkins, this is jolly unsporting. I told you that in confidence.'

'I promised it wouldn't be revealed unless it became necessary, sir. It is necessary now. Perhaps you'd prefer it if I recounted it.'

'Well, if you must, I suppose,' Tommy said grumpily. He lit a cigarette.

Wilkins addressed the room at large. 'Mr Lambert explained that he was responsible. He had decided to play a practical joke on Miss Mackenzie, tied a piece of string round the armour, hid behind the sofa, and when she commenced her session with the ouija board, pulled the armour over.'

Jean Mackenzie stared at Tommy in horror. 'Tommy! I can't believe you did such a thing! You frightened me out of my wits.'

He was red-faced. 'I know, and I'm awfully sorry. It was an idiotic thing to do. It was just meant to be a prank, but it was quite out of place, I see that now. I didn't mean to scare you so much. Do forgive me.'

'I'm not at all sure that I can,' she said stiffly. 'I'm gravely disappointed in you.'

'It was a pretty mean sort of trick, wasn't it, Mr Lambert?' Wilkins said. 'Rather uncharacteristic of you.'

'All right, don't rub it in.'

'Very well. Anyway, that's one of the mysteries solved. Now to turn - oh.' He broke off. 'One small point first: where did you get the string?'

Tommy looked blank. 'Eh?'

'The string you used to topple the armour: where did you get it?'

'Oh. I usually carry some with me, you know.'

'I see. So there's a bal of string in your case now, is there?'

'No, no, not a ball. I just carry a length, you know, a few yards. Never know when it might come in useful.'

'So you still have it, do you?

'No, think I left it in the gallery, actually.'

'No you didn't, Mr Lambert. You said you only stayed long enough to gather up the string, before hurrying back to your room. Presumably you thrust it in your dressing-gown pocket,'

'Suppose I must have.'

'And no doubt it's still there.'

'Er, no. I remember now. I threw it away.'

'When?'

'Can't quite remember.'

'Why did you throw it away, if you always carry a length in case it comes in useful?

'Well, I realised that if it was found it might give the game away: you'd realise what it had been used for.'

'So you must have thrown it away before you told the Sergeant and me the story yesterday morning. You had nothing to conceal from us after that time.'

'That's right. It was early yesterday.'

'Where did you put it?'

'Oh. Jolly good question. Waste basket, I suppose.'

'Which one? Where?