It was at this moment that the door was opened by Simmons. He came a little way into the room and said in a low voice,
‘It’s the police, madam – Superintendent Martin and Inspector Dean. They are asking for Mr Geoffrey.’
Adriana said, ‘Ask them to come up here!’
Geoffrey turned, protest in voice and manner.
‘No – no – I’ll go down.’
‘I think not. I would like to see them. Show them up, Simmons! And everyone will please stay here until they come!’
Geoffrey got up out of his chair and came to bend over her, speaking urgently. Edna took her slow stitches and never looked up. Miss Silver pulled on her fleecy ball. Heavy steps came down the corridor. Simmons opened the door and announced the names. The two men passed him, and he shut them in.
Adriana knew them both by sight — the Superintendent, a big fair man with a ruddy face, and the Inspector with a dash of ginger in his hair, and a quick way of talking. She said,
‘How do you do?’ And then, ‘We were having what I suppose you might call a family consultation – pooling our ideas about this tragedy. Won’t you both sit down?’
It had been the Superintendent’s intention to interview Mr Geoffrey Ford alone, but perceiving that this was Mr Ford’s own strong desire, it occurred to him that not only his reactions but those of the family circle might be worthy of some attention. He cast a quick glance at them, concluded that they were a mixed lot, and decided that it would do no harm to stir the mixture up a bit. He accordingly took the chair which Adriana had indicated and pointed the Inspector to another.
‘Well, madam,’ he said, ‘since you are all here, there are just one or two things I might want to put to you, though it really was Mr Geoffrey Ford I was intending to see… perhaps you will sit down again, sir.’
Caught between Adriana’s look of command and the Superintendent’s air of authority, Geoffrey Ford sat down. Martin looked across at Janet and enquired, ‘Is this the lady who went up to town with the little girl – Miss Johnstone, wasn’t it?’ And when Janet said, ‘Yes,’ he took her briefly through what she knew of the events of the previous evening, finishing up with,
‘And you had known the deceased how long?’
‘Just a few days – since I came down here.’
‘Had any disagreement with her – any quarrel?’
‘No.’
He nodded.
‘Just one question more. Do you play golf?’
‘I haven’t played for a year or two.’
‘Why was that?’
‘I have been working in London.’
‘Bring any clubs down here?’
‘Oh, no.’
‘Any talk of your playing down here with the deceased or anyone else? Any suggestion of lending you clubs?’
Her look was candid and surprised.
‘Oh, no.’
He swung round on Geoffrey.
‘You play golf, Mr Ford?’
Geoffrey shrugged.
‘I’m not much of a player.’
‘But you do play?’
‘Oh, once in a way.’
‘Then I take it you have a set of clubs.’
‘Well, yes.’
‘Where are they kept?’
‘In the cloakroom, by the garden door.’
The Superintendent turned his look on Edna.
‘Do you play, Mrs Ford?’
She rested her hand upon the embroidery-frame.
‘Well, I used to play a little, but I haven’t for a long time now. There is so much to do in a big house like this, and my health isn’t what it was. I’m afraid the idea of going out for a long tramp over rough ground doesn’t appeal to me any longer.’
She took up her needle again.
Martin said, ‘Does anyone else in the household play? Oh yes, you, Mr Rutherford – I remember. You have a pretty low handicap, haven’t you?’
Ninian laughed.
‘They put me up a stroke last year. Horrid result of London.’
‘Have you got your clubs down here?’
‘No, as a matter of fact I didn’t bring them. I didn’t expect to have time to play’
Adriana said in her deep voice,
‘Why are you asking all these questions about golfclubs?’
His face was set in grave and heavy lines.
‘Because Miss Meriel Ford was killed by a blow from a golf-club.’
It is probable that everyone in the room drew in a quicker breath. Adriana, sitting up straight in her purple gown with the light on her dark red hair, spoke for all the rest.
‘What makes you think that?’
‘Because the club has been found, pushed in between the summerhouse and the hedge. It was a heavy niblick. It shows unmistakable signs of having been used as the weapon of attack. The fact that it has been wiped free of fingerprints points to the deliberate nature of the crime.’
Janet found herself trembling. The picture came up in her mind so suddenly, so horribly. The pool with the sky reflected in it – a sky of clouds – a sky of stars? No knowing which it had been. Meriel with her tormenting jealousies, and the dark thought of murder sweeping into action with one appalling blow. She heard the Superintendent say, ‘She was dead before she touched the water,’ and it was not only she that was shaking now, but the room.
Ninian put his arm round her, and she put her head down on his shoulder and shut her eyes.
When everything had steadied again, Geoffrey Ford was saying,
‘I told you before — I went out for a stroll.’
‘Did you call in on anyone?’
Edna’s pale eyes were lifted. They looked at him, they looked at Superintendent Martin. She said,
‘He went to see Mrs Trent at the Lodge.’
‘Is that so, Mr Ford?’
‘Well, yes.’
‘May I ask how long you were there?’
‘Well, really, Superintendent, I don’t know. I suppose I smoked a couple of cigarettes—’
‘Would you say you were there for something over half an hour?’
‘Well, something like that – perhaps a little longer. I really couldn’t say’
‘It would take you about ten minutes each way, coming and going?’
‘Oh, scarcely so much as that. I’ve never timed it.’
‘Nearer five or six minutes?’
‘Something like that.’
‘And you left this house when?’
‘I’m afraid I didn’t look at the time.’
Adriana said, ‘It was about twenty past eight when you left the drawing-room, and about half past when Meriel went after you.’
The Superintendent nodded.
‘At that rate, Mr Ford, you should have been back at Ford House by half past nine. Is that what you say?’
Geoffrey’s colour had deepened considerably.
‘It’s really no good pressing me about either the time I went out or came in. Hang it all, man, one doesn’t go about with one’s eye on one’s watch! It was a mild evening – I strolled down to see a friend – we got talking about this and that — I really haven’t any idea how long I stayed. I said I smoked a couple of cigarettes, but it may quite easily have been more. I can’t tell you when I got back here. All I know is it wasn’t late.’
Edna’s hands had been resting idly on her work. She said now without any expression at all,
‘The time does go so fast when you are – talking.’
No one could have failed to notice the pause before the final word. She picked up her needle as soon as it was spoken. Martin said,
‘So it might have been as much as ten o’clock when you got back. Was there a light on in the drawing-room?’
‘I have no idea. I went out, as I came in, by the study window, and I went straight to my room.’
‘You did not look at a clock, then?’
‘No, I did not.’
The Superintendent turned to Adriana.
‘I think you stated that you, and Mrs Ford, and this lady’ – he indicated Miss Silver – ‘went up to bed at half past nine. That was very early.’
‘We had had a tiring day.’
‘Did any of you come down again?’
‘I certainly did not.’
‘You, Mrs Ford?’
Edna said in her dreary voice, ‘Oh, no. I had been having such bad nights. I took the sleeping-tablet Dr Fielding had prescribed for me and went to bed.’
‘And you, Miss Silver?’
She looked across her knitting and said,
‘No, I did not go down again.’
He turned back to Geoffrey Ford.
‘Miss Meriel Ford followed you out of the drawing-room at about half past eight. She had avowed her intention of fetching you back from the study. Did she find you there?’
They had asked him that before, and he had said no. Why did they ask him again? It looked as if they didn’t believe him. Perhaps it would have been better to say that Meriel had found him, and that he had told her he was going out. But then they would have wanted to know where she had been, what she was doing – how she came to fetch up in the pool. He oughtn’t to have hesitated – he should have said something at once. He spoke now in a hurry.
‘No – no – of course not. I don’t know if she came to the study or not, but if she did, I wasn’t there.’
The Superintendent got up. Behind him his Inspector pushed back his chair and rose. Martin walked towards the door, but just before he got to it he turned and spoke to Geoffrey.
‘I have been seeing Mrs Trent. She seems as uncertain about the times as you are. I went there early to ask her about the handkerchief which was found in the summerhouse – a yellow handkerchief with the name Esmé embroidered across the corner.’
Edna Ford’s hand was arrested in the act of taking a stitch. She said,
‘Mrs Trent’s name is Esmé.’
Martin nodded.
‘That is why I went to see her. She says she is quite unable to explain how her handkerchief could have got there. Can you throw any light upon the subject, Mr Ford?’
‘Of course I can’t!’
‘Miss Meriel Ford did not by any chance accompany you to the Lodge? If she did, she might have picked up the handkerchief by mistake?’
‘Of course she didn’t!’
‘Why of course, Mr Ford?’
‘She was not on those terms with Mrs Trent.’
He knew as soon as he had said it that it was the wrong thing to say. There shouldn’t be any suggestion that Meriel and Esmé didn’t get on. It was the suggestion that Meriel might have followed him to the Lodge or gone there with him which had stampeded him into saying a thing like that. He didn’t really make it any better by going on to say,
‘They weren’t on those informai terms. She wouldn’t just drop in without being asked.’
Edna said in a plaintive voice,
‘Esmé Trent is Geoffrey’s friend.’
Superintendent Martin found himself with considerable food for thought. He was left with the very decided impression that Geoffrey Ford had not been speaking the truth. He might or might not be as uncertain about his comings and goings as he appeared to be, but there was certainly something he was anxious to conceal, and it might or might not be something germane to the murder of Meriel Ford. There was, quite plainly, a husband-and-wife situation with Esmé Trent as the disturbing third party. Geoffrey Ford’s embarrassment could proceed from his wife’s jealousy, in which case it might have nothing to do with the murder.
He did not speak until he reached the hall, when he sent Inspector Dean along to the cloakroom to have a look at the golfclubs which were said to be kept there. He went on turning things over in his mind until his attention was distracted by the sight of Miss Silver descending the stair. Not that he thought of her by her name, although it had been given to him. She appeared among his thoughts as ‘the little visiting lady’, and he was not best pleased when she came directly up to him and said,
‘Forgive me, Superintendent, but I should appreciate the opportunity of a few words with you.’
He gave her a little more of his attention than he had done so far. The primly netted hair, the dress of sage-green wool, the gaily flowered knitting-bag – these were of a not uncommon type among the elderly ladies who frequent a less expensive kind of boarding-house. But the expression of alert intelligence was more uncommon. When she opened the door of a small room and preceded him into it he had no hesitation in following her.
The place was obviously not in the way of being used. There was a desk, and some book-cases, but it had a cold unlived-in feeling. When Martin turned from shutting the door Miss Silver was standing by the empty hearth. She spoke as he came towards her.
‘Since this is a case of murder, there are things which I think you ought to know.’ Her voice was so grave, her air so much that of a serious and responsible person, that he found himself regarding her with attention. He had up to now considered her merely in the light of the casual friend who happened to be visiting Adriana Ford at the time of the second tragedy. The fact that she had only been a little over twenty-four hours in the house seemed to relegate her to comparative unimportance and to detach her from any possible connection with the death of Miss Preston. Now he was not so sure. At his slight frown she moved in the direction of a chair and indicated that he also should sit. He found himself complying with a slight sense of surprise that the conduct of the interview should have passed out of his hands.
Miss Silver settled herself and said,
‘I think it is right that you should know that I am here in the capacity of a private enquiry agent.’
If she had announced that she was there in the capacity of a Fairy Godmother or of First Murderer, she could hardly have surprised him more. In fact the Fairy Godmother would have seemed quite appropriate. Under this incredulous stare she opened her knitting-bag, extracted a mass of fleecy white wool, and began to knit.
He said, ‘You surprise me,’ and she smiled gravely.
‘Miss Adriana Ford approached me in my professional capacity about a fortnight ago. She was in considerable anxiety and distress because she had some reason to believe that her life was being attempted.’
‘What!’
Miss Silver inclined her head.
‘There have been three incidents. In the early spring she fell down the stairs and broke her hip. She believed that she was pushed. During the intervening months she was an invalid in her own room. Two more incidents occurred. Some soup which was served to her had a strange burning taste, and she ordered it to be thrown away. The third incident, which occurred not so very long ago, concerned a bottle of sleeping-tablets. Tipping them out into her hand in order to select the proper dose, she saw that one of the tablets was of a different size and shape to the others. She threw it out of the window. You will naturally remark, as I did, that both the soup and the tablets should have been analysed.’