"Me like that," screamed the housekeeper7, when Sergeant Purse showed her the picture. "Why, 'taint8 me at all. 'Tisn't saucy9, and I always had a bit of sauciness10 about me."
The sergeant, laughed drily. "You were not as young as you were."
"Oh, I'm growing old, I don't deny," snapped Mrs. Vence, crushing up the paper wrathfully. "Sixty's getting on, say what you will. But I ain't so bad-looking when all's said and done, although not so handsome as when a gel. I'm active, too, cooking like an angel and celebrated11 for my tidiness."
Purse had his own opinion about this, and, staring at the disreputable dirty old beldame, wondering for the hundredth time why a fastidious gentleman had engaged her. "Did you know Sir Hector before you came here?" he asked, wondering in his own mind why he had not put the question before.
"No, I didn't," retorted Mrs. Vence, alertly. "I saw an advertisement in the paper as I picked up in a friend's house, and applied12 for the situation, saying I could cook and hold my tongue, so Sir Hector engaged me. I came down here a few days afore he did, quite a month ago, to get the house ready, and dirty it was, with that, old Peddler, the caretaker, as didn't half look after the furniture."
"Why was it necessary for you to hold your tongue?" asked Purse, seizing on the only phrase in the speech which seemed to be important.
"Lawks! How should I know? Sir Hector, he says to me, he says, 'Hold your tongue and don't talk, for I wants to be secret and quiet like for a bit.' Them were his words, and inquisitions won't make me say otherwise."
"Did he explain why he wished to be secret and quiet like?"
"No, he didn't drat you!" grunted14 the old woman, who was in a vile15 temper. "He just had his dinner about six, when Mr. Lemby arrived, and I showed him into the drorin'-room. I don't think Sir Hector, expected him, for he seemed surprised like when I took the card of the gent into the dinin'-room. But he said nothing to me, and went up to the drorin'-room to have a chat, s'pose. Afore seven there was a ring at the door, and the other gent arrived. While I was asking his business Sir Hector came flying down the stairs and took him into the study, telling me to come with cake and wine in a quarter of an hour. I went to the kitchen and watched the clock, and about seven I walks in, happy-like, into the study, knowing as I was doing my duty. There I saw Sir Hector a corpse16, and the gent bending over him, and----"
"You explained all that before," interrupted the sergeant, who knew the sequel to the statement.
"Then why did you bother me to say it again?" demanded Mrs. Vence, crabbedly.
"What was the exact time when the second gentleman arrived?"
"About twenty to seven; and a gent I call him, though I don't see if he was one when he was muffled17 up like a Christmas-pudding. It was twenty to seven, as I know from the kitchen clock, which I had my eye on so's to bring in the wine and cake punctual-like."
"Hall, the postman, says that he arrived at the door about seven, or a trifle afterwards," said Purse, meditatively18, "I expect the murder took place about that time. You heard no noise?"
"Drat you, how could I when in the kitchen at the back of the house, and me not expecting horrors and corpses19. I came into the study with the victuals20 and drinks, as I says, and the postman knocked twice, as I more or, less fainted, while the gent cut like the wind."
"Did Sir Hector appear to be afraid of his second visitor?" "No. He seemed to expect him, for he says, 'Oh, you've come,' or something like that, as he drawed him into the study and sent me about my business."
"He expected him, then, and was quite friendly."
"You can put it like that if you likes," snarled21 Mrs. Vence, hugging herself, and rocking to and fro, "but I'd like to know when I'm to be let go?"
"After the inquest, which takes place to-morrow."
"And who's going to pay me for what I've had to put up with? I didn't get no wages from Sir Hector, me having arranged for monthly payments."
"Well, I suppose Sir Hector's heir will pay you, Mrs. Vence."
"Who's he?"
"I don't know. I'm off to see Mr. Lemby, who is a friend of Sir Hector's. I may learn something about the heir from him."
"Well," said Mrs. Vence, rising with an ill-humoured look, "the sooner you get information and them wages the better. I'm travelling to London myself after the inquest to-morrer, and I do hope as my next situation won't be police news and chamber22 of horrors." She paused, then remarked significantly, "There's the letter, you know, Mr. Purse."
"What letter?" asked the sergeant, alertly, and pricking23 up his ears. "That as the post delivered when he come. He put it on the table in the hall when talking to me. I shoved him out, and the policeman came. Afterwards, that imp13, Neddy Mellin. When things was quieter, I looked for the letter. Never a sign of it, Mr. Purse, though I hunted careful."
"Who took it?"
"Ask me another," said Mrs. Vence, cunningly. "All I can say is as the door was open from the time the post came to the time I chased that imp out, me being too worried to shut it."
"Did the boy take it?" asked the sergeant, rather foolishly.
"Lawks! and why should he? It wasn't nothing to do with him. I did ask him, and he said as he never saw no letter on the table."
"Did Mr. Lemby----"
"He was in the study with the policeman, and with me and the corpse," said Mrs. Vence, truculently24. "I don't go for to tell lies, do I? But the door was open all the time, and the fog was pouring in like steam. If you ask me," added the old woman, slowly, "I do say as the murderer came back for that letter."
Purse jumped. "Why do you say that?"
"'Cause I don't see as anyone else could have taken it. 'Course it ain't no business o' mine, but the murderer might have slipped round the corner on the bicycle and waited his chance to steal."
"He would have acted like a fool had he done that," said Purse, incredulously.
"Well, well, it's only an idea, as you might say."
"Have you any reason to----"
"No, I ain't got reasons. But the letter's gone, and as no one we know took it, someone as we don't know did. And that's sense. Well, I'm going to make myself some tea, and trim up my popping-out bonnet25, so as to look smart for the sitting on the corpse to-morrow. This me?" Mrs. Vance glared at the crushed newspaper. "I'll have the law on him as did it."
"Oh, go away and hold your tongue," said Purse, impatiently.
"I was engaged to hold my tongue," said Mrs. Vence, with great dignity, and tottered26 out of the room along the passage and into the kitchen.
Her repetition of the phrase dwelt in the sergeant's memory as he walked to the inn where Mr. Lemby was staying pending27 the inquest.
Purse entered the little dark and damp sitting-room28, where the buccaneer bulked largely in the twilight29 atmosphere. It was a gloomy, grey day, by no means cheerful, and the sergeant was glad to warm his hands at the fire which Lemby's desire for comfort had provided. He also suggested a lamp.
"What the dickens should I do with a lamp at twelve o'clock," asked Lemby, bluffly30. "It's darkish here I don't deny. But if you think that I'm afraid to show my blamed face let's go outside."
"I never suggested such a thing."
"You hint at it because you think I have something to do with this confounded murder, sergeant," roared the big man, garnishing31 his speech with oaths after his usual fashion.
"Don't talk rubbish, sir," said the sergeant, imperiously, for although a small man he had a great idea of his own importance. "There's no evidence to implicate32 you. All the same, I'm bound to say that anything you say will be used as evidence against you, if suspicions are aroused."
"There, dash you! Didn't I say you suspect me?" growled33 Lemby. "Well, you have stumbled on a mare's nest, hang you! No one was more surprised than I was when I stumbled on that policeman and that old hag dealing34 with a corpse."
"No one says otherwise," remarked Purse drily. "Undoubtedly35 the man who stole the bicycle is the guilty person. Do you know who he is?"
"No, dash you, I don't. Wyke said nothing to me about seeing anyone."
"Did he tell you that he expected a visitor?"
"No. The ring came at the door about twenty or fifteen minutes to seven, and he bolted away, asking me to wait."
"And he did not return?" said the officer, musingly36.
"How the deuce could he, when the man had knifed him?"
"No, of course not," said the sergeant, soothingly37, for Lemby was a difficult witness to deal with. "You were a friend of Sir Hector's?"
"Yes, great friend."
"What do you know about him?"
"What everybody else knows. Everything I know is in the newspapers, as these infernal reporters have been smelling round here."
"Was there anything in Sir Hector's past life to lead you to suppose that he had some secret likely to bring about his violent death?"
"No. What a dashed roundabout way you have of asking questions! Why don't you trace that bicycle and catch the assassin?"
"All over the country I have people on the watch. They may----"
"Yes, and they mayn't," interrupted the buccaneer. "And how long am I to stay in this rotten hole?"
"Until the inquest is over. It will be held to-morrow. It's strange," went on the sergeant, "that no relative of Sir Hector's has appeared to look after his interests. Yet the case is set forth38 in the newspapers."
"Wyke has no relatives," said Lemby, grimly plucking at his beard. "The title becomes extinct. If you don't believe me ask Mr. Sandal, of Lincoln's Inn Fields, sergeant. He is Sir Hector's lawyer. I wrote and asked him to come down."
Purse nodded approvingly. "Very wise of you, sir. But why take this trouble?"
"Because I wish to know where the property goes to. Sir Hector should, by rights, leave it to my daughter. He was engaged to marry her."
"Your daughter!" Purse started and stared.
"Yes, dash you! Why shouldn't I have a daughter? Here's the case in a nutshell, and you can make what you can of it." Lemby paused, cleared his throat, and continued. "Sir Hector was engaged to marry my daughter Claudia, though she wasn't overfond of him, since she loved a chap called Craver39."
"That's the name of the Rector of this parish!" exclaimed Purse, staring hard.
"It's the son I mean, not the father. Well, then, Edwin Craver loved Claudia; but I refused to allow the marriage as I wanted my daughter to become a lady of title. Sir Hector proposed, and the marriage was to have taken place a month ago, as I insisted that Claudia should become Lady Wyke. Then Sir Hector wrote postponing40 the marriage, and came down here."
"What reason did he give?"
"Said his health was bad. I tried to see him and he refused. I couldn't find out his address for a long time, as he wrote from his London house. Finally I got it from Craver--Edwin, I mean--and came down the other night to force Wyke to explain his dashed impudence41. While he was explaining the ring came at the door and he bolted. The rest you know. Well?"
"Well," echoed Purse, vaguely42 and rather distraught. He did not know very well what to say, as this new complication took him by surprise. Edwin Craver loved the girl, Edwin Craver was the son of the Rector in whose parish the crime had been committed. "Could it be that Edwin Craver----"
"No," said Lemby, reading suspicion in the sergeant's eyes. "Edwin is innocent. I'll swear. In my opinion it was----" He hesitated, faltered43 and broke down, while Purse waited for him to complete the sentence.
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