T HE R OYAL S PA H OTEL
IG eorge Rydesdale, Chief Constable1 of Middleshire, was a quiet man. Of medium height, with shrewd eyes underrather bushy brows, he was in the habit of listening rather than talking. Then, in his unemotional voice, he would givea brief order—and the order was obeyed.
He was listening now to Detective-Inspector2 Dermot Craddock. Craddock was now officially in charge of the case.
Rydesdale had recalled him last night from Liverpool where he had been sent to make certain inquiries3 in connectionwith another case. Rydesdale had a good opinion of Craddock. He not only had brains and imagination, he had also,which Rydesdale appreciated even more, the self-discipline to go slow, to check and examine each fact, and to keep anopen mind until the very end of a case.
“Constable Legg took the call, sir,” Craddock was saying. “He seems to have acted very well, with promptitudeand presence of mind. And it can’t have been easy. About a dozen people all trying to talk at once, including one ofthose Mittel Europas who go off at the deep end at the mere4 sight of a policeman. Made sure she was going to belocked up, and fairly screamed the place down.”
“Deceased has been identified?”
“Yes, sir. Rudi Scherz. Swiss Nationality. Employed at the Royal Spa Hotel, Medenham Wells, as a receptionist. Ifyou agree, sir, I thought I’d take the Royal Spa Hotel first, and go out to Chipping Cleghorn afterwards. SergeantFletcher is out there now. He’ll see the bus people and then go on to the house.”
Rydesdale nodded approval.
The door opened, and the Chief Constable looked up.
“Come in, Henry,” he said. “We’ve got something here that’s a little out of the ordinary.”
Sir Henry Clithering, ex-Commissioner of Scotland Yard, came in with slightly raised eyebrows6. He was a tall,distinguished-looking elderly man.
“It may appeal to even your blasé palate,” went on Rydesdale.
“I was never blasé,” said Sir Henry indignantly.
“The latest idea,” said Rydesdale, “is to advertise one’s murders beforehand. Show Sir Henry that advertisement,Craddock.”
“The North Benham News and Chipping Cleghorn Gazette,” said Sir Henry. “Quite a mouthful.” He read the halfinch of print indicated by Craddock’s finger. “H’m, yes, somewhat unusual.”
“Any line on who inserted this advertisement?” asked Rydesdale.
“By the description, sir, it was handed in by Rudi Scherz himself—on Wednesday.”
“Nobody questioned it? The person who accepted it didn’t think it odd?”
“The adenoidal blonde who receives the advertisements is quite incapable7 of thinking, I should say, sir. She justcounted the words and took the money.”
“What was the idea?” asked Sir Henry.
“Get a lot of the locals curious,” suggested Rydesdale. “Get them all together at a particular place at a particulartime, then hold them up and relieve them of their spare cash and valuables. As an idea, it’s not without originality8.”
“What sort of a place is Chipping Cleghorn?” asked Sir Henry.
“A large sprawling9 picturesque10 village. Butcher, baker11, grocer, quite a good antique shop—two tea shops. Self-consciously a beauty spot. Caters12 for the motoring tourist. Also highly residential13. Cottages formerly14 lived in byagricultural labourers now converted and lived in by elderly spinsters and retired15 couples. A certain amount ofbuilding done round about in Victorian times.”
“I know,” said Sir Henry. “Nice old Pussies16 and retired Colonels. Yes, if they noticed that advertisement they’d allcome sniffing17 round at 6:30 to see what was up. Lord, I wish I had my own particular old Pussy18 here. Wouldn’t shelike to get her nice ladylike teeth into this. Right up her street it would be.”
“Who’s your own particular Pussy, Henry? An aunt?”
“No,” Sir Henry sighed. “She’s no relation.” He said reverently19: “She’s just the finest detective God ever made.
Natural genius cultivated in a suitable soil.”
He turned upon Craddock.
“Don’t you despise the old Pussies in this village of yours, my boy,” he said. “In case this turns out to be a high-powered mystery, which I don’t suppose for a moment it will, remember that an elderly unmarried woman who knitsand gardens is streets ahead of any detective sergeant5. She can tell you what might have happened and what ought tohave happened and even what actually did happen! And she can tell you why it happened!”
“I’ll bear that in mind, sir,” said Detective-Inspector Craddock in his most formal manner, and nobody would haveguessed that Dermot Eric Craddock was actually Sir Henry’s godson and was on easy and intimate terms with hisgodfather.
Rydesdale gave a quick outline of the case to his friend.
“They’d all turn up at 6:30, I grant you that,” he said. “But would that Swiss fellow know they would? And anotherthing, would they be likely to have much loot on them to be worth the taking?”
“A couple of old-fashioned brooches, a string of seed pearls—a little loose change, perhaps a note or two—notmore,” said Sir Henry, thoughtfully. “Did this Miss Blacklock keep much money in the house?”
“She says not, sir. Five pounds odd, I understand.”
“Mere chicken feed,” said Rydesdale.
“What you’re getting at,” said Sir Henry, “is that this fellow liked to playact—it wasn’t the loot, it was the fun ofplaying and acting20 the hold-up. Cinema stuff? Eh? It’s quite possible. How did he manage to shoot himself?”
Rydesdale drew a paper towards him.
“Preliminary medical report. The revolver was discharged at close range—singeing … h’m … nothing to showwhether accident or suicide. Could have been done deliberately21, or he could have tripped and fallen and the revolverwhich he was holding close to him could have gone off … Probably the latter.” He looked at Craddock. “You’ll haveto question the witnesses very carefully and make them say exactly what they saw.”
Detective-Inspector Craddock said sadly: “They’ll all have seen something different.”
“It’s always interested me,” said Sir Henry, “what people do see at a moment of intense excitement and nervousstrain. What they do see and, even more interesting, what they don’t see.”
“Where’s the report on the revolver?”
“Foreign make—(fairly common on the Continent)—Scherz did not hold a permit for it—and did not declare it oncoming into England.”
“Bad lad,” said Sir Henry.
“Unsatisfactory character all round. Well, Craddock, go and see what you can find out about him at the Royal SpaHotel.”
II
At the Royal Spa Hotel, Inspector Craddock was taken straight to the Manager’s office.
The Manager, Mr. Rowlandson, a tall florid man with a hearty22 manner, greeted Inspector Craddock with expansivegeniality.
“Glad to help you in any way we can, Inspector,” he said. “Really a most surprising business. I’d never havecredited it—never. Scherz seemed a very ordinary, pleasant young chap—not at all my idea of a hold-up man.”
“How long has he been with you, Mr. Rowlandson?”
“I was looking that up just before you came. A little over three months. Quite good credentials23, the usual permits,etc.”
“And you found him satisfactory?”
Without seeming to do so, Craddock marked the infinitesimal pause before Rowlandson replied.
“Quite satisfactory.”
Craddock made use of a technique he had found efficacious before now.
“No, no, Mr. Rowlandson,” he said, gently shaking his head. “That’s not really quite the case, is it?”
“We-ll—” The Manager seemed slightly taken aback.
“Come now, there was something wrong. What was it?”
“That’s just it. I don’t know.”
“But you thought there was something wrong?”
“Well—yes—I did … But I’ve nothing really to go upon. I shouldn’t like my conjectures24 to be written down andquoted against me.”
Craddock smiled pleasantly.
“I know just what you mean. You needn’t worry. But I’ve got to get some idea of what this fellow, Scherz, waslike. You suspected him of—what?”
Rowlandson said, rather reluctantly:
“Well, there was trouble, once or twice, about the bills. Items charged that oughtn’t to have been there.”
“You mean you suspected that he charged up certain items which didn’t appear in the hotel records, and that hepocketed the difference when the bill was paid?”
“Something like that … Put it at the best, there was gross carelessness on his part. Once or twice quite a big sumwas involved. Frankly25, I got our accountant to go over his books suspecting that he was—well, a wrong ’un, butthough there were various mistakes and a good deal of slipshod method, the actual cash was quite correct. So I cameto the conclusion that I must be mistaken.”
“Supposing you hadn’t been wrong? Supposing Scherz had been helping26 himself to various small sums here andthere, he could have covered himself, I suppose, by making good the money?”
“Yes, if he had the money. But people who help themselves to ‘small sums’ as you put it—are usually hard up forthose sums and spend them offhand27.”
“So, if he wanted money to replace missing sums, he would have had to get money—by a hold-up or othermeans?”
“Yes. I wonder if this is his first attempt….”
“Might be. It was certainly a very amateurish28 one. Is there anyone else he could have got money from? Anywomen in his life?”
“One of the waitresses in the Grill29. Her name’s Myrna Harris.”
“I’d better have a talk with her.”
III
Myrna Harris was a pretty girl with a glorious head of red hair and a pert nose.
She was alarmed and wary30, and deeply conscious of the indignity31 of being interviewed by the police.
“I don’t know a thing about it, sir. Not a thing,” she protested. “If I’d known what he was like I’d never have goneout with Rudi at all. Naturally, seeing as he worked in Reception here, I thought he was all right. Naturally I did. WhatI say is the hotel ought to be more careful when they employ people—especially foreigners. Because you never knowwhere you are with foreigners. I suppose he might have been in with one of these gangs you read about?”
“We think,” said Craddock, “that he was working quite on his own.”
“Fancy—and him so quiet and respectable. You’d never think. Though there have been things missed—now Icome to think of it. A diamond brooch—and a little gold locket, I believe. But I never dreamed that it could have beenRudi.”
“I’m sure you didn’t,” said Craddock. “Anyone might have been taken in. You knew him fairly well?”
“I don’t know that I’d say well.”
“But you were friendly?”
“Oh, we were friendly—that’s all, just friendly. Nothing serious at all. I’m always on my guard with foreigners,anyway. They’ve often got a way with them, but you never know, do you? Some of those Poles during the war! Andeven some of the Americans! Never let on they’re married men until it’s too late. Rudi talked big and all that—but Ialways took it with a grain of salt.”
Craddock seized on the phrase.
“Talked big, did he? That’s very interesting, Miss Harris. I can see you’re going to be a lot of help to us. In whatway did he talk big?”
“Well, about how rich his people were in Switzerland—and how important. But that didn’t go with his being asshort of money as he was. He always said that because of the money regulation he couldn’t get money fromSwitzerland over here. That might be, I suppose, but his things weren’t expensive. His clothes, I mean. They weren’treally class. I think, too, that a lot of the stories he used to tell me were so much hot air. About climbing in the Alps,and saving people’s lives on the edge of a glacier32. Why, he turned quite giddy just going along the edge of Boulter’sGorge. Alps, indeed!”
“You went out with him a good deal?”
“Yes—well—yes, I did. He had awfully33 good manners and he knew how to—to look after a girl. The best seats atthe pictures always. And even flowers he’d buy me, sometimes. And he was just a lovely dancer—lovely.”
“Did he mention this Miss Blacklock to you at all?”
“She comes in and lunches here sometimes, doesn’t she? And she’s stayed here once. No, I don’t think Rudi evermentioned her. I didn’t know he knew her.”
“Did he mention Chipping Cleghorn?”
He thought a faintly wary look came into Myrna Harris’s eyes but he couldn’t be sure.
“I don’t think so … I think he did once ask about buses—what time they went—but I can’t remember if that wasChipping Cleghorn or somewhere else. It wasn’t just lately.”
He couldn’t get more out of her. Rudi Scherz had seemed just as usual. She hadn’t seen him the evening before.
She’d no idea—no idea at all—she stressed the point, that Rudi Scherz was a crook34.
And probably, Craddock thought, that was quite true.
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