Left to his own devices Charles Enderby did not relax his efforts. To famili-arize himself with life as lived in Sittaford village he had only to turn onMrs. Curtis much as you would turn on the tap of a hydrant. Listeningslightly dazed to a stream of anecdote1, reminiscence, rumours2, surmiseand meticulous3 detail he endeavoured valiantly4 to sift5 the grain from thechaff. He then mentioned another name and immediately the force of thewater was directed in that direction. He heard all about Captain Wyatt, histropical temper, his rudeness, his quarrels with his neighbours, his occa-sional amazing graciousness, usually to personable young women. The lifehe led his Indian servant, the peculiar6 times he had his meals and the ex-act diet that composed them. He heard about Mr. Rycroft’s library, his hairtonics, his insistence7 on strict tidiness and punctuality, his inordinate8 curi-osity over other people’s doings, his recent selling of a few old prized per-sonal possessions, his inexplicable9 fondness for birds, and the prevalentidea that Mrs. Willett was setting her cap at him. He heard about Miss Per-cehouse and her tongue and the way she bullied10 her nephew, and of therumours of the gay life that same nephew led in London. He heard allover again of Major Burnaby’s friendship with Captain Trevelyan, their re-miniscences of the past and their fondness for chess. He heard everythingthat was known about the Willetts, including the belief that Miss VioletWillett was leading on Mr. Ronnie Garfield and that she didn’t really meanto have him. It was hinted that she made mysterious excursions to themoor and that she had been seen walking there with a young man. And itwas doubtless for that reason, so Mrs. Curtis had surmised11, that they hadcome to this desolate12 spot. Her mother had taken her right away, “to getright over it like.” But there—“girls can be far more artful than ladies everdream of.” About Mr. Duke, there was curiously13 little to hear. He had beenthere only a short time and his activities seemed to be solely14 horticultural.
It was half past three, and, with his head spinning from the effects ofMrs. Curtis’s conversation, Mr. Enderby went out for a stroll. His intentionwas to cultivate the acquaintance of Miss Percehouse’s nephew moreclosely. Prudent15 reconnaissance in the neighbourhood of Miss Perce-house’s cottage proved unavailing, but by a stroke of good fortune he raninto that young man just as he was emerging disconsolately16 from the gatesof Sittaford House. He had all the appearance of having been sent awaywith a flea17 in his ear.
“Hello,” said Charles. “I say, isn’t that Captain Trevelyan’s house?”
“That’s right,” said Ronnie.
“I was hoping to get a snapshot of it this morning. For my paper, youknow,” he added. “But this weather is hopeless for photography.”
Ronnie accepted this statement in all good faith without reflecting that ifphotography was only possible on days of brilliant sunshine, the picturesappearing in the daily papers would be few.
“It must be a very interesting job—yours,” he said.
“A dog’s life,” said Charles faithful to the convention of never showingenthusiasm about one’s work. He looked over his shoulder at SittafordHouse. “Rather a gloomy place I should imagine.”
“No end of a difference there since the Willetts moved in,” said Ronnie.
“I was down here last year about the same time, and really you wouldhardly take it for the same place, and yet, I don’t know quite what theyhave done. Moved the furniture about a bit, I suppose, got cushions andthings of that sort about. It’s been a godsend to me their being there, I cantell you.”
“Can’t be a very jolly spot as a rule, I suppose,” said Charles.
“Jolly? If I lived here a fortnight I should pass out altogether. How myaunt manages to cling on to life in the way she does beats me. You haven’tseen her cats, have you? I had to comb one of them this morning and lookat the way the brute18 scratched me.” He held out a hand and an arm for in-spection.
“Rather rough luck,” said Charles.
“I should say it was. I say, are you doing any sleuthing? If so, can I help?
Be the Watson to your Sherlock, or anything of that kind?”
“Any clues in Sittaford House?” inquired Charles casually19. “I mean didCaptain Trevelyan leave any of his things there?”
“I don’t think so. My aunt was saying he moved lock, stock and barrel.
Took his elephant’s trotters and his hippopotamus’s toothy pegs20 and allthe sporting rifles and whatnots.”
“Almost as though he didn’t mean to come back,” said Charles.
“I say—that’s an idea. You don’t think it was suicide, do you?”
“A man who can hit himself correctly on the back of the head with asandbag would be something of an artist in the suicide world,” saidCharles.
“Yes, I thought there wasn’t much in that idea. Looks as if he had a pre-monition though,” Ronnie’s face brightened. “Look here, what about this?
Enemies on his track, he knows they’re coming, so he clears out andpasses the buck21, as it were, to the Willetts.”
“The Willetts were a bit of a miracle by themselves,” said Charles.
“Yes, I can’t make it out. Fancy planting yourself down here in the coun-try like this. Violet doesn’t seem to mind—actually says she likes it. I don’tknow what’s the matter with her today. I suppose it’s the domestictrouble. I can’t think why women worry so about servants. If they cut upnasty, just push them out.”
“That’s just what they have done, isn’t it?” said Charles.
“Yes, I know. But they are in a great stew22 about it all. Mother lying downwith screaming hysterics or something and daughter snapping like aturtle. Fairly pushed me out just now.”
“They haven’t had the police here, have they?”
Ronnie stared.
“The police, no, why would they?”
“Well, I wondered. Seeing Inspector23 Narracott in Sittaford this morn-ing.”
Ronnie dropped his stick with a clatter24 and stooped to pick it up.
“Who did you say was in Sittaford this morning—Inspector Narracott?”
“Yes.”
“Is he—is he the man in charge of the Trevelyan case?”
“That’s right.”
“What was he doing in Sittaford? Where did you see him?”
“Oh, I suppose he was just nosing about,” said Charles, “checking upCaptain Trevelyan’s past life so to speak.”
“You think that’s all?”
“I suppose so.”
“He doesn’t think anyone in Sittaford had anything to do with it?”
“That would be very unlikely, wouldn’t it?”
“Oh, frightfully. But then you know what the police are—always buttingin on the wrong tack25. At least that’s what it says in detective novels.”
“I think they are really rather an intelligent body of men,” said Charles.
“Of course, the Press does a lot to help them.” he added. “But if you reallyread a case carefully it’s amazing the way they track down murdererswith practically no evidence to go on.”
“Oh—well—it’s nice to know that, isn’t it? They have certainly got on tothis man Pearson pretty quick. It seems a pretty clear case.”
“Crystal clear,” said Charles. “A good thing it wasn’t you or me, eh? Well,I must be sending off a few wires. They don’t seem very used to telegramsin this place. If you send more than half a crown’s worth at one go theyseem to think you are an escaped lunatic.”
Charles sent his telegrams, bought a packet of cigarettes, a few doubtful-looking bull’s eyes and two very aged26 paperbacked novelettes. He then re-turned to the cottage, threw himself on his bed and slept peacefully, bliss-fully unaware27 that he and his affairs, particularly Miss Emily Trefusis,were being discussed in various places all around him.
It is fairly safe to say that there were only three topics of conversation atpresent in Sittaford. One was the murder, one was the escape of the con-vict, and the other was Miss Emily Trefusis and her cousin. Indeed at acertain moment, four separate conversations were going on with her astheir main theme.
Conversation No. 1 was at Sittaford House, where Violet Willett and hermother had just washed up their own tea things owing to the domestic re-treat.
“It was Mrs. Curtis who told me,” said Violet.
She still looked pale and wan28.
“It’s almost a disease the way that woman talks,” said her mother.
“I know. It seems the girl is actually stopping there with a cousin orsomething. She did mention this morning that she was at Mrs. Curtis’s, butI thought that that was simply because Miss Percehouse hadn’t room forher. And now it seems that she’d never even seen Miss Percehouse till thismorning!”
“I dislike that woman intensely,” said Mrs. Willett.
“Mrs. Curtis?”
“No, no, the Percehouse woman. That kind of woman is dangerous. Theylive for what they can find out about other people. Sending that girl alonghere for a recipe for coffee cake! I’d like to have sent her a poisoned cake.
That would have stopped her interfering29 for good and all!”
“I suppose I ought to have realized—” began Violet. But her mother in-terrupted her.
“How could you, my dear! And anyway what harm is done?”
“Why do you think she came here?”
“I don’t suppose she had anything definite in mind. She was just spyingout the land. Is Mrs. Curtis sure about her being engaged to Jim Pearson?”
“That girl told Mr. Rycroft so, I believe. Mrs. Curtis said she suspected itfrom the first.”
“Well, then the whole thing’s natural enough. She’s just looking aboutaimlessly for something that might help.”
“You didn’t see her, Mother,” said Violet. “She isn’t aimless.”
“I wish I had seen her,” said Mrs. Willett. “But my nerves were all topieces this morning. Reaction, I suppose, after that interview with the po-lice inspector yesterday.”
“You were wonderful, Mother. If only I hadn’t been such an utter fool—to go and faint. Oh! I’m ashamed of myself for giving the whole showaway. And there were you perfectly30 calm and collected—not turning ahair.”
“I’m in pretty good training,” said Mrs. Willett in a hard dry voice. “Ifyou’d been through what I’ve been through—but there, I hope you neverwill, my child. I trust and believe that you’ve got a happy, peaceful lifeahead of you.”
Violet shook her head.
“I’m afraid—I’m afraid—”
“Nonsense—and as for saying you gave the show away by fainting yes-terday—nothing of the kind. Don’t worry.”
“But that Inspector—he’s bound to think—”
“That it was the mention of Jim Pearson made you faint? Yes — he’llthink that all right. He’s no fool, that Inspector Narracott. But what if hedoes? He’ll suspect a connection—and he’ll look for it—and he won’t findit.”
“You think not?”
“Of course not! How can he? Trust me, Violet dear. That’s cast-iron cer-tainty and, in a way, perhaps that faint of yours was a lucky happening.
We’ll think so anyway.”
Conversation No. 2 was in Major Burnaby’s cottage. It was a somewhatone-sided one, the brunt of it being borne by Mrs. Curtis, who had beenpoised for departure for the last half hour, having dropped in to collectMajor Burnaby’s laundry.
“Like my Great Aunt Sarah’s Belinda, that’s what I said to Curtis thismorning,” said Mrs. Curtis triumphantly31. “A deep one—and one that cantwist all the men round her little finger.”
A great grunt32 from Major Burnaby.
“Engaged to one young man and carrying on with another,” said Mrs.
Curtis. “That’s my Great Aunt Sarah’s Belinda all over. And not for the funof it, mark you. It’s not just flightiness—she’s a deep one. And now youngMr. Garfield—she’ll have him roped in before you can say knife. Neverhave I seen a young gentleman look more like a sheep than he did thismorning—and that’s a sure sign.”
She paused for breath.
“Well, well,” said Major Burnaby. “Don’t let me keep you, Mrs. Curtis.”
“Curtis will be wanting his tea and that’s a fact,” said Mrs. Curtis withoutmoving. “I was never one to stand about gossiping. Get on with your job—that’s what I say. And talking about jobs, what do you say, sir, to a goodturn out?”
“No!” said Major Burnaby with force.
“It’s a month since it’s been done.”
“No. I like to know where to lay my hand on everything. After one ofthese turn outs nothing’s ever put back in its place.”
Mrs. Curtis sighed. She was an impassioned cleaner and turner out.
“It’s Captain Wyatt as could do with a spring cleaning,” she observed.
“That nasty native of his—what does he know about cleaning, I should liketo know? Nasty black fellow.”
“Nothing better than a native servant,” said Major Burnaby. “They knowtheir job and they don’t talk.”
Any hint the last sentence might have contained was lost on Mrs. Curtis.
Her mind had reverted33 to a former topic.
“Two telegrams she got—two arriving in half an hour. Gave me quite aturn it did. But she read them as cool as anything. And then she told meshe was going to Exeter and wouldn’t be back till tomorrow.”
“Did she take her young man with her?” inquired the Major with agleam of hope.
“No, he’s still here. A pleasant-spoken young gentleman. He and she’dmake a nice pair.”
Grunt from Major Burnaby.
“Well,” said Mrs. Curtis. “I’ll be getting along.”
The Major hardly dared breathe for fear he might distract her from herpurpose. But this time Mrs. Curtis was as good as her word. The doorclosed behind her.
With a sigh of relief the Major drew forth34 a pipe and began to peruse35 aprospectus of a certain mine which was couched in terms so blatantly36 op-timistic that it would have aroused suspicion in any heart but that of awidow or a retired37 soldier.
“Twelve per cent,” murmured Major Burnaby. “That sounds pretty good.
.?.?.”
Next door Captain Wyatt was laying down the law to Mr. Rycroft.
“Fellows like you,” he said, “don’t know anything of the world. You’venever lived. You’ve never roughed it.”
Mr. Rycroft said nothing. It was so difficult not to say the wrong thing toCaptain Wyatt that it was usually safer not to reply at all.
The Captain leaned over the side of his invalid38 chair.
“Where’s that bitch got to? Nice-looking girl,” he added.
The association of ideas in his mind was quite natural. It was less so toMr. Rycroft, who looked at him in a scandalized fashion.
“What’s she doing here? That’s what I want to know?” demanded Cap-tain Wyatt. “Abdul!”
“Sahib?”
“Where’s Bully39? Has she got out again?”
“She in kitchen, Sahib.”
“Well, don’t feed her.” He sank back in his chair again and proceeded onhis second tack. “What does she want here? Who’s she going to talk to in aplace like this? All you old fogies will bore her stiff. I had a word with herthis morning. Expect she was surprised to find a man like me in a placelike this.”
He twisted his moustache.
“She’s James Pearson’s fiancée,” said Mr. Rycroft. “You know—the manwho has been arrested for Trevelyan’s murder.”
Wyatt dropped a glass of whisky he was just raising to his lips with acrash upon the floor. He immediately roared for Abdul and cursed him inno measured terms for not placing a table at a convenient angle to hischair. He then resumed the conversation.
“So that’s who she is. Too good for a counter jumper like that. A girl likethat wants a real man.”
“Young Pearson is very good-looking,” said Mr. Rycroft.
“Good- looking — good- looking — a girl doesn’t want a barber’s block.
What does that sort of young man who works in an office every day knowof life? What experience has he had of reality?”
“Perhaps the experience of being tried for murder will be sufficient real-ity to last him for some time,” said Mr. Rycroft dryly.
“Police sure he did it, eh?”
“They must be fairly sure or they wouldn’t have arrested him.”
“Country bumpkins,” said Captain Wyatt contemptuously.
“Not quite,” said Mr. Rycroft. “Inspector Narracott struck me this morn-ing as an able and efficient man.”
“Where did you see him this morning?”
“He called at my house.”
“He didn’t call at mine,” said Captain Wyatt in an injured fashion.
“Well, you weren’t a close friend of Trevelyan’s or anything like that.”
“I don’t know what you mean. Trevelyan was a skinflint and I told himso to his face. He couldn’t come bossing it over me. I didn’t kowtow to himlike the rest of the people here. Always dropping in—dropping in—toomuch dropping in. If I don’t choose to see anyone for a week, or a month,or a year, that’s my business.”
“You haven’t seen anyone for a week now, have you?” said Mr. Rycroft.
“No, and why should I?” The irate40 invalid banged the table. Mr. Rycroftwas aware, as usual, of having said the wrong thing. “Why the bloody41 hellshould I? Tell me that?”
Mr. Rycroft was prudently42 silent. The Captain’s wrath43 subsided44.
“All the same,” he growled45, “if the police want to know about TrevelyanI’m the man they should have come to. I’ve knocked about the world, andI’ve got judgment46. I can size a man up for what he’s worth. What’s thegood of going to a lot of dodderers and old women? What they want is aman’s judgment.”
He banged the table again.
“Well,” said Mr. Rycroft, “I suppose they think they know themselveswhat they are after.”
“They inquired about me,” said Captain Wyatt. “They would naturally.”
“Well—er—I don’t quite remember,” said Mr. Rycroft cautiously.
“Why can’t you remember? You’re not in your dotage47 yet.”
“I expect I was—er—rattled,” said Mr. Rycroft soothingly48.
“Rattled, were you? Afraid of the police? I’m not afraid of the police. Let’em come here. That’s what I say. I’ll show them. Do you know I shot a catat a hundred yards the other night?”
“Did you?” said Mr. Rycroft.
The Captain’s habit of letting off a revolver at real or imaginary cats wasa sore trial to his neighbours.
“Well, I’m tired,” said Captain Wyatt suddenly. “Have another drink be-fore you go?”
Rightly interpreting this hint, Mr. Rycroft rose to his feet. Captain Wyattcontinued to urge a drink upon him.
“You’d be twice the man if you drank a bit more. A man who can’t enjoya drink isn’t a man at all.”
But Mr. Rycroft continued to decline the offer. He had already con-sumed one whisky and soda49 of most unusual strength.
“What tea do you drink?” asked Wyatt. “I don’t know anything abouttea. Told Abdul to get some. Thought that girl might like to come in to teaone day. Darned pretty girl. Must do something for her. She must be boredto death in a place like this with no one to talk to.”
“There’s a young man with her,” said Mr. Rycroft.
“The young men of the present day make me sick,” said Captain Wyatt.
“What’s the good of them?”
This being a difficult query50 to answer suitably, Mr. Rycroft did not at-tempt it, he took his departure.
The bull terrier bitch accompanied him to the gate and caused himacute alarm.
In No. 4 The Cottages, Miss Percehouse was speaking to her nephew,Ronald.
“If you like to moon about after a girl who doesn’t want you, that is youraffair, Ronald,” she was saying. “Better stick to the Willett girl. You mayhave a chance there, though I think it is extremely unlikely.”
“Oh, I say,” protested Ronnie.
“The other thing I have to say is, that if there was a police officer in Sitta-ford I should have been informed of it. Who knows, I might have beenable to give him valuable information.”
“I didn’t know about it myself till after he had gone.”
“That is so like you, Ronnie. Absolutely typical.”
“Sorry, Aunt Caroline.”
“And when you are painting the garden furniture, there is no need topaint your face as well. It doesn’t improve it and it wastes the paint.”
“Sorry, Aunt Caroline.”
“And now,” said Miss Percehouse closing her eyes, “don’t argue with meany more. I’m tired.”
Ronnie shuffled51 his feet and looked uncomfortable.
“Well?” said Miss Percehouse sharply.
“Oh! nothing—only—”
“Yes?”
“Well, I was wondering if you’d mind if I blew in to Exeter tomorrow.”
“Why?”
“Well, I want to meet a fellow there.”
“What kind of a fellow?”
“Oh! just a fellow.”
“If a young man wishes to tell lies, he should do so well,” said Miss Per-cehouse.
“Oh! I say—but—”
“Don’t apologize.”
“It’s all right then? I can go?”
“I don’t know what you mean by saying, ‘I can go?’ as though you were asmall child. You are over twenty-one.”
“Yes, but what I mean is, I don’t want—”
Miss Percehouse closed her eyes again.
“I have asked you once before not to argue. I am tired and wish to rest.
If the ‘fellow’ you are meeting in Exeter wears skirts and is called EmilyTrefusis, more fool you—that is all I have to say.”
“But look here—”
“I am tired, Ronald. That’s enough.”
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