At 19, Wilbraham Crescent the machinery1 of the Law was in possession. There was a policesurgeon, a police photographer, fingerprint2 men. They moved efficiently3, each occupied with hisown routine.
Finally came Detective Inspector4 Hardcastle, a tall, pokerfaced man with expressive5 eyebrows6,godlike, to see that all he had put in motion was being done, and done properly. He took a finallook at the body, exchanged a few brief words with the police surgeon and then crossed to thedining room where three people sat over empty teacups. Miss Pebmarsh, Colin Lamb and a tallgirl with brown curling hair and wide, frightened eyes. “Quite pretty,” the inspector noted,parenthetically as it were.
He introduced himself to Miss Pebmarsh.
“Detective Inspector Hardcastle.”
He knew a little about Miss Pebmarsh, though their paths had never crossed professionally. Buthe had seen her about, and he was aware that she was an ex-schoolteacher, and that she had a jobconnected with the teaching of Braille at the Aaronberg Institute for handicapped children. Itseemed wildly unlikely that a man should be found murdered in her neat, austere7 house—but theunlikely happened more often than one would be disposed to believe.
“This is a terrible thing to have happened, Miss Pebmarsh,” he said. “I’m afraid it must havebeen a great shock to you. I’ll need to get a clear statement of exactly what occurred from you all.
I understand that it was Miss—” he glanced quickly at the notebook the constable8 had handed him,“Sheila Webb who actually discovered the body. If you’ll allow me to use your kitchen, MissPebmarsh, I’ll take Miss Webb in there where we can be quiet.”
He opened the connecting door from the dining room to the kitchen and waited until the girl hadpassed through. A young plainclothes detective was already established in the kitchen, writingunobtrusively at a Formica-topped small table.
“This chair looks comfortable,” said Hardcastle, pulling forward a modernized9 version of aWindsor chair.
Sheila Webb sat down nervously10, staring at him with large frightened eyes.
Hardcastle very nearly said: “I shan’t eat you, my dear,” but repressed himself, and said instead:
“There’s nothing to worry about. We just want to get a clear picture. Now your name is SheilaWebb—and your address?”
“14, Palmerstone Road—beyond the gasworks.”
“Yes, of course. And you are employed, I suppose?”
“Yes. I’m a shorthand typist—I work at Miss Martindale’s Secretarial Bureau.”
“The Cavendish Secretarial and Typewriting Bureau—that’s its full name, isn’t it?”
“That’s right.”
“And how long have you been working there?”
“About a year. Well, ten months actually.”
“I see. Now just tell me in your own words how you came to be at 19, Wilbraham Crescenttoday.”
“Well, it was this way.” Sheila Webb was speaking now with more confidence. “This MissPebmarsh rang up the Bureau and asked for a stenographer11 to be here at three o’clock. So when Icame back from lunch Miss Martindale told me to go.”
“That was just routine, was it? I mean—you were the next on the list—or however you arrangethese things?”
“Not exactly. Miss Pebmarsh had asked for me specially12.”
“Miss Pebmarsh had asked for you specially.” Hardcastle’s eyebrows registered this point. “Isee … Because you had worked for her before?”
“But I hadn’t,” said Sheila quickly.
“You hadn’t? You’re quite sure of that?”
“Oh, yes, I’m positive. I mean, she’s not the sort of person one would forget. That’s what seemsso odd.”
“Quite. Well, we won’t go into that just now. You reached here when?”
“It must have been just before three o’clock, because the cuckoo clock—” she stopped abruptly13.
Her eyes widened. “How queer. How very queer. I never really noticed at the time.”
“What didn’t you notice, Miss Webb?”
“Why—the clocks.”
“What about the clocks?”
“The cuckoo clock struck three all right, but all the others were about an hour fast. How veryodd!”
“Certainly very odd,” agreed the inspector. “Now when did you first notice the body?”
“Not till I went round behind the sofa. And there it—he—was. It was awful, yes awful….”
“Awful, I agree. Now did you recognize the man? Was it anyone you had seen before?”
“Oh no.”
“You’re quite sure of that? He might have looked rather different from the way he usuallylooked, you know. Think carefully. You’re quite sure he was someone you’d never seen before?”
“Quite sure.”
“Right. That’s that. And what did you do?”
“What did I do?”
“Yes.”
“Why—nothing … nothing at all. I couldn’t.”
“I see. You didn’t touch him at all?”
“Yes—yes I did. To see if—I mean—just to see—But he was—quite cold—and—and I gotblood on my hand. It was horrible—thick and sticky.”
She began to shake.
“There, there,” said Hardcastle in an avuncular14 fashion. “It’s all over now, you know. Forgetabout the blood. Go on to the next thing. What happened next?”
“I don’t know … Oh, yes, she came home.”
“Miss Pebmarsh, you mean?”
“Yes. Only I didn’t think about her being Miss Pebmarsh then. She just came in with a shoppingbasket.” Her tone underlined the shopping basket as something incongruous and irrelevant15.
“And what did you say?”
“I don’t think I said anything … I tried to, but I couldn’t. I felt all choked up here.” Sheindicated her throat.
The inspector nodded.
“And then—and then—she said: ‘Who’s there?’ and she came round the back of the sofa and Ithought—I thought she was going to—to tread on It. And I screamed … And once I began Icouldn’t stop screaming, and somehow I got out of the room and through the front door—”
“Like a bat out of hell,” the inspector remembered Colin’s description.
Sheila Webb looked at him out of miserable16 frightened eyes and said rather unexpectedly:
“I’m sorry.”
“Nothing to be sorry about. You’ve told your story very well. There’s no need to think about itany more now. Oh, just one point, why were you in that room at all?”
“Why?” She looked puzzled.
“Yes. You’d arrived here, possibly a few minutes early, and you’d pushed the bell, I suppose.
But if nobody answered, why did you come in?”
“Oh that. Because she told me to.”
“Who told you to?”
“Miss Pebmarsh did.”
“But I thought you hadn’t spoken to her at all.”
“No, I hadn’t. It was Miss Martindale she said it to—that I was to come in and wait in the sittingroom on the right of the hall.”
Hardcastle said: “Indeed” thoughtfully.
Sheila Webb asked timidly:
“Is—is that all?”
“I think so. I’d like you to wait here about ten minutes longer, perhaps, in case something arisesI might want to ask you about. After that, I’ll send you home in a police car. What about yourfamily—you have a family?”
“My father and mother are dead. I live with an aunt.”
“And her name is?”
“Mrs. Lawton.”
The inspector rose and held out his hand.
“Thank you very much, Miss Webb,” he said. “Try and get a good night’s rest tonight. You’llneed it after what you’ve been through.”
She smiled at him timidly as she went through the door into the dining room.
“Look after Miss Webb, Colin,” the inspector said. “Now, Miss Pebmarsh, can I trouble you tocome in here?”
Hardcastle had half held out a hand to guide Miss Pebmarsh, but she walked resolutely18 pasthim, verified a chair against the wall with a touch of her fingertips, drew it out a foot and sat down.
Hardcastle closed the door. Before he could speak, Millicent Pebmarsh said abruptly:
“Who’s that young man?”
“His name is Colin Lamb.”
“So he informed me. But who is he? Why did he come here?”
Hardcastle looked at her in faint surprise.
“He happened to be walking down the street when Miss Webb rushed out of this housescreaming murder. After coming in and satisfying himself as to what had occurred he rang us up,and was asked to come back here and wait.”
“You spoke17 to him as Colin.”
“You are very observant, Miss Pebmarsh—(observant? hardly the word. And yet none otherfitted)—Colin Lamb is a friend of mine, though it is some time since I have seen him.” He added:
“He’s a marine19 biologist.”
“Oh! I see.”
“Now, Miss Pebmarsh, I shall be glad if you can tell me anything about this rather surprisingaffair.”
“Willingly. But there is very little to tell.”
“You have resided here for some time, I believe?”
“Since 1950. I am—was—a schoolmistress by profession. When I was told nothing could bedone about my failing eyesight and that I should shortly go blind, I applied20 myself to become aspecialist in Braille and various techniques for helping21 the blind. I have a job here at theAaronberg Institute for Blind and Handicapped children.”
“Thank you. Now as to the events of this afternoon. Were you expecting a visitor?”
“No.”
“I will read you a description of the dead man to see if it suggests to you anyone in particular.
Height five feet nine to ten, age approximately sixty, dark hair going grey, brown eyes, cleanshaven, thin face, firm jaw22. Well nourished but not fat. Dark grey suit, well-kept hands. Might be abank clerk, an accountant, a lawyer, or a professional man of some kind. Does that suggest to youanyone that you know?”
Millicent Pebmarsh considered carefully before replying.
“I can’t say that it does. Of course it’s a very generalized description. It would fit quite anumber of people. It might be someone I have seen or met on some occasion, but certainly notanyone I know well.”
“You have not received any letter lately from anyone proposing to call upon you?”
“Definitely not.”
“Very good. Now, you rang up the Cavendish Secretarial Bureau and asked for the services of astenographer and—”
She interrupted him.
“Excuse me. I did nothing of the kind.”
“You did not ring up the Cavendish Secretarial Bureau and ask—” Hardcastle stared.
“I don’t have a telephone in the house.”
“There is a call box at the end of the street,” Inspector Hardcastle pointed23 out.
“Yes, of course. But I can only assure you, Inspector Hardcastle, that I had no need for astenographer and did not—repeat not—ring up this Cavendish place with any such request.”
“You did not ask for Miss Sheila Webb particularly?”
“I have never heard that name before.”
Hardcastle stared at her, astonished.
“You left the front door unlocked,” he pointed out.
“I frequently do so in the daytime.”
“Anybody might walk in.”
“Anybody seems to have done so in this case,” said Miss Pebmarsh drily.
“Miss Pebmarsh, this man according to the medical evidence died roughly between 1:30 and2:45. Where were you yourself then?”
Miss Pebmarsh reflected.
“At 1:30 I must either have left or been preparing to leave the house. I had some shopping todo.”
“Can you tell me exactly where you went?”
“Let me see. I went to the post office, the one in Albany Road, posted a parcel, got somestamps, then I did some household shopping, yes and I got some patent fasteners and safety pins atthe drapers, Field and Wren24. Then I returned here. I can tell you exactly what the time was. Mycuckoo clock cuckooed three times as I came to the gate. I can hear it from the road.”
“And what about your other clocks?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Your other clocks seem all to be just over an hour fast.”
“Fast? You mean the grandfather clock in the corner?”
“Not that only—all the other clocks in the sitting room are the same.”
“I don’t understand what you mean by the ‘other clocks.’ There are no other clocks in the sittingroom.”
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