It was some weeks later.
Frankie had just received a letter. It bore the stamp of one of the lesswell-known South American republics.
After reading it through, she passed it to Bobby.
It ran as follows:
Dear Frankie, Really, I congratulate you! You and youryoung naval2 friend have shattered the plans of a lifetime. Ihad everything so nicely arranged.
Would you really like to hear all about it? My lady friendhas given me away so thoroughly3 (spite, I’m afraid—wo-men are invariable spiteful!) that my most damaging ad-missions won’t do me any further harm. Besides, I amstarting life again. Roger Bassington-ffrench is dead.
I fancy I’ve always been what they call a “wrong ’un.”
Even at Oxford4 I had a little lapse5. Stupid, because it wasbound to be found out. The Pater didn’t let me down. Buthe sent me to the Colonies.
I fell in with Moira and her lot fairly soon. She was the realthing. She was an accomplished6 criminal by the time shewas fifteen. When I met her things were getting a bit toohot for her. The American police were on her trail.
She and I liked each other. We decided7 to make a match ofit but we’d a few plans to carry through first.
To begin with, she married Nicholson. By doing so she re-moved herself to another world and the police lost sight ofher. Nicholson was just coming over to England to start aplace for nerve patients. He was looking for a suitablehouse to buy cheap. Moira got him on to the Grange.
She was still working in with her gang in the dope busi-ness. Without knowing it, Nicholson was very useful toher.
I had always had two ambitions. I wanted to be the ownerof Merroway and I wanted to command an immenseamount of money. A Bassington- ffrench played a greatpart in the reign8 of Charles II. Since then the family hasdwindled down to mediocrity. I felt capable of playing agreat part again. But I had to have money.
Moira made several trips across to Canada to “see herpeople.” Nicholson adored her and believed anything shetold him. Most men did. Owing to the complications of thedrug business she travelled under various names. She wastravelling as Mrs. Templeton when she met Savage9. Sheknew all about Savage and his enormous wealth and shewent all out for him. He was attracted, but he wasn’t at-tracted enough to lose his common sense.
However, we concocted10 a plan. You know pretty well thestory of that. The man you know as Cayman acted the partof the unfeeling husband. Savage was induced to comedown and stay at Tudor Cottage more than once. Thethird time he came our plans were laid. I needn’t go intoall that—you know it. The whole thing went with a bang.
Moira cleared the money and went off ostensibly abroad—in reality back to Staverley and the Grange.
In the meantime, I was perfecting my own plans. Henryand young Tommy had to be got out of the way. I had badluck over Tommy. A couple of perfectly11 good accidentswent wrong. I wasn’t going to fool about with accidents inHenry’s case. He had a good deal of rheumatic pain afteran accident in the hunting field. I introduced him tomorphia. He took it in all good faith. Henry was a simplesoul. He soon became an addict12. Our plan was that heshould go to the Grange for treatment and should thereeither “commit suicide” or get hold of an overdose ofmorphia. Moira would do the business. I shouldn’t be con-nected with it in any way.
And then that fool Carstairs began to be active. It seemsthat Savage had written him a line on board ship men-tioning Mrs. Templeton and even enclosing a snapshot ofher. Carstairs went on a shooting trip soon afterwards.
When he came back from the wilds and heard the news ofSavage’s death and will, he was frankly13 incredulous. Thestory didn’t ring true to him. He was certain that Savagewasn’t worried about his death and he didn’t believe hehad any special fear of cancer. Also the wording of the willsounded to him highly uncharacteristic. Savage was ahardheaded business man and while he might be quiteready to have an affair with a pretty woman, Carstairsdidn’t believe he would leave a vast sum of money to herand the rest to charity. The charity touch was my idea. Itsounded so respectable and unfishy.
Carstairs came over here, determined14 to look into the busi-ness. He began to poke15 about.
And straightaway we had a piece of bad luck. Some friendsbrought him down to lunch and he saw a picture of Moiraon the piano, and recognized it as the woman of the snap-shot that Savage had sent him. He went down to ChippingSomerton and started to poke about there.
Moira and I began to get the wind up—I sometimes thinkunnecessarily. But Carstairs was a shrewd chap.
I went down to Chipping Somerton after him. He failed totrace the cook—Rose Chudleigh. She’d gone to the north,but he tracked down Evans, found out her married nameand started off for Marchbolt.
Things were getting serious. If Evans identified Mrs. Tem-pleton and Mrs. Nicholson as one and the same personmatters were going to become difficult. Also, she’d been inthe house some time and we weren’t sure quite how muchshe might know.
I decided that Carstairs had got to be suppressed. He wasmaking a serious nuisance of himself. Chance came to myaid. I was close behind him when the mist came up. I creptup nearer and a sudden push did the job.
But I was still in a dilemma16. I didn’t know what incrimin-ating matter he might have on him. However, your youngnaval friend played into my hands very nicely. I was leftalone with the body for a short time—quite enough for mypurpose. He had a photograph of Moira—he’d got it fromthe photographers—presumably for identification. I re-moved that and any letters or identifying matter. Then Iplanted the photograph of one of the gang.
All went well. The pseudo sister and brother-in-law camedown and identified him. All seemed to have gone off satis-factorily. And then your friend Bobby upset things. Itseemed that Carstairs had recovered consciousness beforehe died and that he had been saying things. He’d men-tioned Evans—and Evans was actually in service at theVicarage.
I admit we were getting rattled17 by now. We lost our heads abit. Moira insisted that he must be put out of the way. Wetried one plan which failed. Then Moira said she’d see toit. She went down to Marchbolt in the car. She seized achance very neatly—slipped some morphia into his beerwhen he was asleep. But the young devil didn’t succumb18.
That was pure bad luck.
As I told you, it was Nicholson’s cross- questioning thatmade me wonder if you were just what you seemed. Butimagine the shock that Moira had when she was creepingout to meet me one evening and came face to face withBobby! She recognized him at once—she’d had a good lookwhen he was asleep that day. No wonder she was so scaredshe nearly passed out. Then she realized that it wasn’t herhe suspected and she rallied and played up.
She came to the inn and told him a few tall stories. Heswallowed them like a lamb. She pretended that AlanCarstairs was an old lover and she piled it on thick abouther fear of Nicholson. Also she did her best to disabuse19 youof your suspicions concerning me. I did the same to youand disparaged20 her as a weak, helpless creature—Moira,who had the nerve to put any number of people out of theway without turning a hair!
The position was serious. We’d got the money. We weregetting on well with the Henry plan. I was in no hurry forTommy. I could afford to wait a bit. Nicholson could easilybe got out of the way when the time came. But you andBobby were a menace. You’d got your suspicions fixed21 onthe Grange.
It may interest you to know that Henry didn’t commit sui-cide. I killed him! When I was talking to you in the gardenI saw there was no time to waste—and I went straight inand saw to things.
The aeroplane that came over gave me my chance. I wentinto the study, sat down by Henry who was writing andsaid: “Look here, old man—” and shot him! The noise ofthe plane drowned the sound. Then I wrote a nice affectingletter, wiped off my fingerprints22 from the revolver, pressedHenry’s hand round it and let it drop to the floor. I put thekey of the study in Henry’s pocket and went out, lockingthe door from the outside with the dining room key whichfits the lock.
I won’t go into details of the neat little squib arrangementin the chimney which was timed to go off four minuteslater.
Everything went beautifully. You and I were in the gardentogether and heard the “shot.” A perfect suicide! The onlyperson who laid himself open to suspicion was poor oldNicholson. The ass1 came back for a stick or something!
Of course Bobby’s knight23 errantry was a bit difficult forMoira. So she just went off to the cottage. We fancied thatNicholson’s explanation of his wife’s absence would besure to make you suspicious.
Where Moira really showed her mettle24 was at the cottage.
She realized from the noise upstairs that I’d been knockedout, and she quickly injected a large dose of morphia intoherself and lay down on the bed. After you all went down totelephone she nipped up to the attic25 and cut me free. Thenthe morphia took effect and by the time the doctor arrivedshe was genuinely off in a hypnotic sleep.
But all the same her nerve was going. She was afraid you’dget on to Evans and get the hang of how Savage’s will andsuicide was worked. Also she was afraid that Carstairshad written to Evans before he came to Marchbolt. Shepretended to go up to a London nursing home. Instead, shehurried down to Marchbolt—and met you on the doorstep!
Then her one idea was to get you both out of the way. Hermethods were crude to the last degree, but I believe she’dhave got away with it. I doubt if the waitress would havebeen able to remember much about what the woman whocame in with you was like. Moira would have got awayback to London and lain low in a nursing home. With youand Bobby out of the way the whole thing would have dieddown.
But you spotted26 her—and she lost her head. And then atthe trial she dragged me into it!
Perhaps I was getting a little tired of her. .?.?.
But I had no idea that she knew it.
You see, she had got the money—my money! Once I hadmarried her I might have got tired of her. I like variety.
So here I am starting life again. .?.?.
And all owing to you and that extremely objectionableyoung man Bobby Jones.
But I’ve no doubt I shall make good!
Or ought it to be bad, not good?
I haven’t reformed yet.
But if at first you don’t succeed, try, try, try again.
Goodbye, my dear — or, perhaps au revoir. One neverknows, does one?
Your affectionate enemy, the bold, bad villain27 of the piece,Roger Bassington-ffrench.

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