At the same moment that Charles and Emily started out to visit MajorBurnaby, Inspector1 Narracott was seated in the drawing room of SittafordHouse, trying to formulate2 an impression of Mrs. Willett.
He had not been able to interview her sooner as the roads had been im-passable until this morning. He had hardly known what he had expectedto find, but certainly not what he had found. It was Mrs. Willett who hadtaken charge of the situation, not he.
She had come rushing into the room, thoroughly3 businesslike and effi-cient. He saw a tall woman, thin-faced and keen-eyed. She was wearingrather an elaborate knitted silk jumper suit that was just over the borderline of unsuitability for country wear. Her stockings were of very expens-ive gossamer4 silk, her shoes high-heeled patent leather. She wore severalvaluable rings and rather a large quantity of very good and expensive im-itation pearls.
“Inspector Narracott?” said Mrs. Willett. “Naturally, you want to comeover the house. What a shocking tragedy! I could hardly believe it. Weonly heard about it this morning, you know. We were terribly shocked. Sitdown, won’t you, Inspector? This is my daughter, Violet.”
He had hardly noticed the girl who had followed her in, and yet, she wasa very pretty girl, tall and fair with big blue eyes.
Mrs. Willett herself took a seat.
“Is there any way in which I can help you, Inspector? I knew very littleof poor Captain Trevelyan, but if there is anything you can think of—”
The Inspector said slowly:
“Thank you, madam. Of course, one never knows what may be useful orwhat may not.”
“I quite understand. There may possibly be something in the house thatmay throw light upon this sad business, but I rather doubt it. CaptainTrevelyan removed all his personal belongings5. He even feared I shouldtamper with his fishing rods, poor, dear man.”
She laughed a little.
“You were not acquainted with him?”
“Before I took the house, you mean? Oh! no. I’ve asked him here severaltimes since, but he never came. Terribly shy, poor dear. That was whatwas the matter with him. I’ve known dozens of men like it. They are calledwomen haters and all sorts of silly things, and really all the time it’s onlyshyness. If I could have got at him,” said Mrs. Willett with determination,“I’d soon have got over all that nonsense. That sort of man only wantsbringing out.”
Inspector Narracott began to understand Captain Trevelyan’s stronglydefensive attitude towards his tenants6.
“We both asked him,” continued Mrs. Willett. “Didn’t we, Violet?”
“Oh! yes, Mother.”
“A real simple sailor at heart,” said Mrs. Willett. “Every woman loves asailor, Inspector Narracott.”
It occurred to Inspector Narracott at this juncture7 that the interview sofar had been run entirely8 by Mrs. Willett. He was convinced that she wasan exceedingly clever woman. She might be as innocent as she appeared.
On the other hand she might not.
“The point I am anxious to get information about is this,” he said andpaused.
“Yes, Inspector?”
“Major Burnaby, as you doubtless know, discovered the body. He wasled to do so by an accident that occurred in this house.”
“You mean?”
“I mean, the table-turning. I beg your pardon—”
He turned sharply.
A faint sound had come from the girl.
“Poor Violet,” said her mother. “She was terribly upset—indeed we allwere! Most unaccountable. I’m not superstitious9, but really it was the mostunaccountable thing.”
“It did occur then?”
Mrs. Willett opened her eyes very wide.
“Occur? Of course it occurred. At the time I thought it was a joke—amost unfeeling joke and one in very bad taste. I suspected young RonaldGarfield—”
“Oh! no, Mother. I’m sure he didn’t. He absolutely swore he didn’t.”
“I’m saying what I thought at the time, Violet. What could one think itbut a joke?”
“It was curious,” said the Inspector slowly. “You were very upset, Mrs.
Willett?”
“We all were. Up to then it had been, oh, just lighthearted fooling. Youknow the sort of thing. Good fun on a winter’s evening. And then suddenly—this! I was very angry.”
“Angry?”
“Well, naturally. I thought someone was doing it deliberately10 — for ajoke, as I say.”
“And now?”
“Now?”
“Yes, what do you think now?”
Mrs. Willett spread her hands out expressively11.
“I don’t know what to think. It—it’s uncanny.”
“And you, Miss Willett?”
“I?”
The girl started.
“I—I don’t know. I shall never forget it. I dream of it. I shall never dareto do table-turning again.”
“Mr. Rycroft would say it was genuine, I suppose,” said her mother. “Hebelieves in all that sort of thing. Really I’m inclined to believe in it myself.
What other explanation is there except that it was a genuine messagefrom a spirit?”
The Inspector shook his head. The table-turning had been his red her-ring. His next remark was most casual sounding.
“Don’t you find it very bleak12 here in winter, Mrs. Willett?”
“Oh, we love it. Such a change. We’re South Africans, you know.”
Her tone was brisk and ordinary.
“Really? What part of South Africa?”
“Oh! the Cape13. Violet has never been in England before. She is en-chanted with it—finds the snow most romantic. This house is really mostcomfortable.”
“What led you to come to this part of the world?”
There was just gentle curiosity in his voice.
“We’ve read so many books on Devonshire, and especially on Dartmoor.
We were reading one on the boat—all about Widdecombe Fair. I’ve al-ways had a hankering to see Dartmoor.”
“What made you fix on Exhampton? It’s not a very well known littletown.”
“Well—we were reading these books as I told you, and there was a boyon board who talked about Exhampton—he was so enthusiastic about it.”
“What was his name?” asked the Inspector. “Did he come from this partof the world?”
“Now, what was his name? Cullen—I think. No—it was Smythe. Howstupid of me. I really can’t remember. You know how it is on board ship,Inspector, you get to know people so well and plan to meet again—and aweek after you’ve landed, you can’t even be sure of their names!”
She laughed.
“But he was such a nice boy—not good-looking, reddish hair, but a de-lightful smile.”
“And on the strength of that you decided14 to take a house in these parts?”
said the Inspector smiling.
“Yes, wasn’t it mad of us?”
“Clever,” thought Narracott. “Distinctly clever.” He began to realize Mrs.
Willett’s methods. She always carried the war into the enemy’s country.
“So you wrote to the house agents and inquired about a house?”
“Yes—and they sent us particulars of Sittaford. It sounded just what wewanted.”
“It wouldn’t be my taste at this time of year,” said the Inspector with alaugh.
“I daresay it wouldn’t be ours if we lived in England,” said Mrs. Willettbrightly.
The Inspector rose.
“How did you know the name of a house agent to write to in Exhamp-ton?” he asked. “That must have presented a difficulty.”
There was a pause. The first pause in the conversation. He thought hecaught a glimpse of vexation, more, of anger in Mrs. Willett’s eyes. He hadhit upon something to which she had not thought out the answer. Sheturned towards her daughter.
“How did we, Violet? I can’t remember.”
There was a different look in the girl’s eyes. She looked frightened.
“Why, of course,” said Mrs. Willett. “Delfridges. Their information bur-eau. It’s too wonderful. I always go and inquire there about everything. Iasked them the name of the best agent here and they told me.”
“Quick,” thought the Inspector. “Very quick. But not quite quick enough.
I had you there, madam.”
He made a cursory15 examination of the house. There was nothing there.
No papers, no locked drawers or cupboards.
Mrs. Willett accompanied him talking brightly. He took his leave, thank-ing her politely.
As he departed he caught a glimpse of the girl’s face over her shoulder.
There was no mistaking the expression on her face.
It was fear he saw on her countenance16. Fear written there plainly at thismoment when she thought herself unobserved.
Mrs. Willett was still talking.
“Alas. We have one grave drawback here. The domestic problem, In-spector. Servants will not stand these country places. All of mine havebeen threatening to leave us for some time, and the news of the murderseems to have unsettled them utterly17. I don’t know what I shall do. Per-haps men servants would answer the case. That is what the Registry Officein Exeter advised.”
The Inspector answered mechanically. He was not listening to her flowof talk. He was thinking of the expression he had surprised on the girl’sface.
Mrs. Willett had been clever—but not quite clever enough.
He went away cogitating18 on his problem.
If the Willetts had nothing to do with Captain Trevelyan’s death, whywas Violet Willett afraid?
He fired his last shot. With his foot actually over the threshold of thefront door he turned back.
“By the way,” he said, “you know young Pearson, don’t you?”
There was no doubt of the pause this time. A dead silence of about asecond. Then Mrs. Willett spoke19:
“Pearson?” she said. “I don’t think—”
She was interrupted. A queer sighing breath came from the room be-hind her and then the sound of a fall. The Inspector was over thethreshold and into the room in a flash.
Violet Willett had fainted.
“Poor child,” cried Mrs. Willett. “All this strain and shock. That dreadfultable-turning business and the murder on the top of it. She isn’t strong.
Thank you so much, Inspector. Yes, on the sofa please. If you would ringthe bell. No, I don’t think there is anything more you can do. Thank you somuch.”
The Inspector went down the drive with his lips set in a grim line.
Jim Pearson was engaged, he knew, to that extremely charming-lookinggirl he had seen in London.
Why then should Violet Willett faint at the mention of his name? Whatwas the connection between Jim Pearson and the Willetts?
He paused indecisively as he emerged from the front gate. Then he tookfrom his pocket a small notebook. In it was entered a list of the inhabit-ants of the six bungalows21 built by Captain Trevelyan with a few brief re-marks against each name. Inspector Narracott’s stubby forefinger22 pausedat the entry against No. 6 The Cottages.
“Yes,” he said to himself. “I’d better see him next.”
He strode briskly down the lane and beat a firm rat-tat on the knockerof No. 6—the bungalow20 inhabited by Mr. Duke.

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