Frankie gasped1.
Bobby’s voice rose excitedly.
“You see, you’ve asked the same question that Carstairs asked. Whydidn’t they ask the parlourmaid? Why didn’t they ask Evans?”
“Oh! Bobby, we’re getting there at last!”
“The same thing must have struck Carstairs. He was nosing round, justas we were, looking for something fishy—and this point struck him just asit struck us. And, moreover, I believe he came to Wales for that reason.
Gladys Evans is a Welsh name—Evans was probably a Welsh girl. He wasfollowing her to Marchbolt. And someone was following him—and so, henever got to her.”
“Why didn’t they ask Evans?” said Frankie. “There must be a reason. It’ssuch a silly little point—and yet it’s important. With a couple of maids inthe house, why send out for a gardener?”
“Perhaps because both Chudleigh and Albert Mere2 were chumps,whereas Evans was rather a sharp girl.”
“It can’t be only that. Mr. Elford was there and he’s quite shrewd. Oh!
Bobby, the whole situation is there—I know it is. If we could just get at thereason. Evans. Why Chudleigh and Mere and not Evans?”
Suddenly she stopped and put both hands over her eyes.
“It’s coming,” she said. “Just a sort of flicker3. It’ll come in a minute.”
She stayed dead still for a minute or two, then removed her hands andlooked at her companion with an odd flicker in her eyes.
“Bobby,” she said, “if you’re staying in a house with two servants whichdo you tip?”
“The house parlourmaid, of course,” said Bobby, surprised. “One nevertips a cook. One never sees her, for one thing.”
“No, and she never sees you. At least she might catch a glimpse of you ifyou were there some time. But a house parlourmaid waits on you at din-ner and calls you and hands you coffee.”
“What are you getting at, Frankie?”
“They couldn’t have Evans witnessing that will—because Evans wouldhave known that it wasn’t Mr. Savage4 who was making it.”
“Good Lord, Frankie, what do you mean? Who was it then?”
“Bassington-ffrench, of course! Don’t you see, he impersonated Savage? Ibet it was Bassington-ffrench who went to that doctor and made all thatfuss about having cancer. Then the lawyer is sent for—a stranger whodoesn’t know Mr. Savage but who will be able to swear that he saw Mr.
Savage sign that will and it’s witnessed by two people, one of whom hadn’tseen him before and the other an old man who was probably pretty blindand who probably had never seen Savage either. Now do you see?”
“But where was the real Savage all that time?”
“Oh! he arrived all right and then I suspect they drugged him and puthim in the attic5, perhaps, and kept him there for twelve hours whileBassington-ffrench did his impersonation stunt6. Then he was put back inhis bed and given chloral and Evans finds him dead in the morning.”
“My God, I believe you’ve hit it, Frankie. But can we prove it?”
“Yes—no—I don’t know. Supposing Rose Chudleigh—Pratt, I mean—wasshown a photograph of the real Savage? Would she be able to say, ‘thatwasn’t the man who signed the will?’ ”
“I doubt it,” said Bobby. “She is such a nitwit.”
“Chosen for that purpose, I expect. But there’s another thing. An expertought to be able to detect that the signature is a forgery7.”
“They didn’t before.”
“Because nobody ever raised the question. There didn’t seem any pos-sible moment when the will could have been forged. But now it’s differ-ent.”
“One thing we must do,” said Bobby. “Find Evans. She may be able totell us a lot. She was with the Templetons for six months, remember,”
Frankie groaned8.
“That’s going to make it even more difficult.”
“How about the post office?” suggested Bobby.
They were just passing it. In appearance it was more of a general storethan a post office.
Frankie darted9 inside and opened the campaign. There was no one elsein the shop except the postmistress—a young woman with an inquisitivenose.
Frankie bought a two- shilling book of stamps, commented on theweather and then said:
“But I expect you always have better weather here than we do in mypart of the world. I live in Wales—Marchbolt. You wouldn’t believe therain we have.”
The young woman with the nose said that they had a good deal of rainthemselves and last Bank Holiday it had rained something cruel.
Frankie said:
“There’s someone in Marchbolt who comes from this part of the world. Iwonder if you know her. Her name was Evans—Gladys Evans.”
The young woman was quite unsuspicious.
“Why, of course,” she said. She was in service here. At Tudor Cottage.
But she didn’t come from these parts. She came from Wales and she wentback there and married—Roberts her name is now.”
“That’s right,” said Frankie. “You can’t give me her address, I suppose? Iborrowed a raincoat from her and forgot to give it back. If I had her ad-dress I’d post it to her.”
“Well now,” the other replied, “I believe I can. I get a p.c. from her nowand again. She and her husband have gone into service together. Wait aminute now.”
She went away and rummaged10 in a corner. Presently she returned witha piece of paper in her hand.
“Here you are,” she said, pushing it across the counter.
Bobby and Frankie read it together. It was the last thing in the worldthey expected.
“Mrs. Roberts,
The Vicarage,
Marchbolt,
Wales.”

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