I rang Hardcastle.
“Yes,” he said in answer to my questions. “It’s just as they say.”
His voice sounded hard and bitter.
“I went to see her night before last. I told her her story about the scar just wouldn’t jell. That thescar tissue was comparatively recent. Funny how people slip up. Just by trying to overdo1 things.
Somebody paid that woman to identify the corpse2 as being that of her husband, who ran out on heryears ago.
“Very well she did it, too! I believed her all right. And then whoever it was tried to be a littletoo clever. If she remembered that unimportant little scar as an afterthought, it would carryconviction and clinch3 the identification. If she had plumped out with it straight away, it might havesounded a bit too glib4.”
“So Merlina Rival was in it up to the neck?”
“Do you know, I rather doubt that. Suppose an old friend or acquaintance goes to her and says:
‘Look here, I’m in a bit of a spot. A chap I’ve had business dealings with has been murdered. Ifthey identify him and all our dealings come to light, it will be absolute disaster. But if you were tocome along and say it’s that husband of yours, Harry5 Castleton, who did a bunk6 years ago, thenthe whole case will peter out.’”
“Surely she’d jib at that—say it was too risky7?”
“If so, that someone would say: ‘What’s the risk? At the worst, you’ve made a mistake. Anywoman can make a mistake after fifteen years.’ And probably at that point a nice little sum wouldhave been mentioned. And she says O.K. she’ll be a sport! and do it.”
“With no suspicions?”
“She wasn’t a suspicious woman. Why, good lord, Colin, every time we catch a murderer thereare people who’ve known him well, and simply can’t believe he could do anything like that!”
“What happened when you went up to see her?”
“I put the wind up her. After I left, she did what I expected she’d do—tried to get in touch withthe man or woman who’d got her into this. I had a tail on her, of course. She went to a post officeand put through a call from an automatic call box. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the box I’d expectedher to use at the end of her own street. She had to get change. She came out of the call box lookingpleased with herself. She was kept under observation, but nothing of interest happened untilyesterday evening. She went to Victoria Station and took a ticket to Crowdean. It was half past six,the rush hour. She wasn’t on her guard. She thought she was going to meet whoever it was atCrowdean. But the cunning devil was a step ahead of her. Easiest thing in the world to gang upbehind someone in a crowd, and press the knife in … Don’t suppose she even knew she had beenstabbed. People don’t, you know. Remember that case of Barton in the Levitti Gang robbery?
Walked the length of a street before he fell down dead. Just a sudden sharp pain—then you thinkyou’re all right again. But you’re not. You’re dead on your feet although you don’t know it.”
He finished up: “Damn and damn and damn!”
“Have you—checked on—anybody?”
I had to ask. I couldn’t help myself.
His reply came swift and sharp.
“The Pebmarsh woman was in London yesterday. She did some business for the Institute andreturned to Crowdean by the 7:40 train.” He paused. “And Sheila Webb took up a typescript tocheck over with a foreign author who was in London on his way to New York. She left the RitzHotel at 5:30 approx. and took in a cinema—alone—before returning.”
“Look here, Hardcastle,” I said, “I’ve got something for you. Vouched8 for by an eyewitness9. Alaundry van drew up at 19, Wilbraham Crescent at 1:35 on September the 9th. The man who droveit delivered a big laundry basket at the back door of the house. It was a particularly large laundrybasket.”
“Laundry? What laundry?”
“The Snowflake Laundry. Know it?”
“Not offhand10. New laundries are always starting up. It’s an ordinary sort of name for a laundry.”
“Well—you check up. A man drove it—and a man took the basket into the house—”
Hardcastle’s voice came suddenly, alert with suspicion.
“Are you making this up, Colin?”
“No. I told you I’ve got an eyewitness. Check up, Dick. Get on with it.”
I rang off before he could badger11 me further.
I walked out from the box and looked at my watch. I had a good deal to do—and I wanted to beout of Hardcastle’s reach whilst I did it. I had my future life to arrange.

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