It was just twenty minutes later when Emily rang the front door bell ofThe Laurels1. It had been a sudden impulse.
Aunt Jennifer, she knew, would be still at Deller’s with Ronnie Garfield.
She smiled beamingly on Beatrice when the latter opened the door to her.
“It’s me again,” said Emily. “Mrs. Gardner’s out, I know, but can I seeMr. Gardner?”
Such a request was clearly unusual. Beatrice seemed doubtful.
“Well, I don’t know. I’ll go up and see, shall I?”
“Yes, do,” said Emily.
Beatrice went upstairs, leaving Emily alone in the hall. She returned in afew minutes to ask the young lady to please step this way.
Robert Gardner was lying on a couch by the window in a big room onthe first floor. He was a big man, blue-eyed and fair-haired. He looked,Emily thought, as Tristan ought to look in the third act of Tristan and Isoldeand as no Wagnerian tenor2 has ever looked yet.
“Hello,” he said. “You are the criminal’s spouse3 to be, aren’t you?”
“That’s right, Uncle Robert,” said Emily. “I suppose I do call you UncleRobert, don’t I?” she asked.
“If Jennifer will allow it. What’s it like having a young man languishingin prison?”
A cruel man, Emily decided4. A man who would take a malicious5 joy ingiving you sharp digs in painful places. But she was a match for him. Shesaid smilingly:
“Very thrilling.”
“Not so thrilling for Master Jim, eh?”
“Oh, well,” said Emily, “it’s an experience, isn’t it?”
“Teach him life can’t be all beer and skittles,” said Robert Gardner mali-ciously. “Too young to fight in the Great War, wasn’t he? Able to live softand take it easily. Well, well .?.?. He got it in the neck from another source.”
He looked at her curiously6.
“What did you want to come and see me for, eh?”
There was a tinge7 of something like suspicion in his voice.
“If you are going to marry into a family it’s just as well to see all your re-lations-in-law beforehand.”
“Know the worst before it’s too late. So you really think you are going tomarry young Jim, eh?”
“Why not?”
“In spite of this murder charge?”
“In spite of this murder charge.”
“Well,” said Robert Gardner, “I have never seen anybody less cast down.
Anyone would think you were enjoying yourself.”
“I am. Tracking down a murderer is frightfully thrilling,” said Emily.
“Eh?”
“I said tracking down a murderer is frightfully thrilling,” said Emily.
Robert Gardner stared at her, then he threw himself back on his pillows.
“I am tired,” he said in a fretful voice. “I can’t talk any more. Nurse,where’s Nurse? Nurse, I’m tired.”
Nurse Davis had come swiftly at his call from an adjoining room. “Mr.
Gardner gets tired very easily. I think you had better go now if you don’tmind, Miss Trefusis.”
Emily rose to her feet. She nodded brightly and said:
“Good-bye, Uncle Robert. Perhaps I’ll come back some day.”
“What do you mean?”
“Au revoir,” said Emily.
She was going out of the front door when she stopped.
“Oh!” she said to Beatrice. “I have left my gloves.”
“I will get them, Miss.”
“Oh, no,” said Emily. “I’ll do it.” She ran lightly up the stairs and enteredwithout knocking.
“Oh,” said Emily. “I beg your pardon. I am so sorry. It was my gloves.”
She took them up ostentatiously, and smiling sweetly at the two occupantsof the room who were sitting hand in hand ran down the stairs and out ofthe house.
“This glove leaving is a terrific scheme,” said Emily to herself. “This isthe second time it’s come off. Poor Aunt Jennifer, does she know, I won-der? Probably not. I must hurry or I’ll keep Charles waiting.”
Enderby was waiting in Elmer’s Ford8 at the agreed rendezvous9.
“Any luck?” he asked as he tucked the rug round her.
“In a way, yes. I’m not sure.”
Enderby looked at her inquiringly.
“No,” said Emily in answer to his glance, “I’m not going to tell you aboutit. You see, it may have nothing whatever to do with it — and if so, itwouldn’t be fair.”
Enderby sighed.
“I call that hard,” he observed.
“I’m sorry,” said Emily firmly. “But there it is.”
“Have it your own way,” said Charles coldly.
They drove on in silence—an offended silence on Charles’s part—an ob-livious one on Emily’s.
They were nearly at Exhampton when she broke the silence by a totallyunexpected remark.
“Charles,” she said, “are you a bridge player?”
“Yes, I am. Why?”
“I was thinking. You know what they tell you to do when you’re assess-ing the value of your hand? If you’re defending—count the winners—butif you’re attacking count the losers. Now, we’re attacking in this businessof ours—but perhaps we have been doing it the wrong way.”
“How do you mean?”
“Well, we’ve been counting the winners, haven’t we? I mean going overthe people who could have killed Captain Trevelyan, however improbableit seems. And that’s perhaps why we’ve got so terribly muddled10.”
“I haven’t got muddled,” said Charles.
“Well, I have then. I’m so muddled I can’t think at all. Let’s look at it theother way round. Let’s count the losers—the people who can’t possiblyhave killed Captain Trevelyan.”
“Well, let’s see—” Enderby reflected. “To begin with there’s the Willettsand Burnaby and Rycroft and Ronnie—Oh! and Duke.”
“Yes,” agreed Emily. “We know none of them can have killed him. Be-cause at the time he was killed they were all at Sittaford House and theyall saw each other and they can’t all be lying. Yes, they’re all out of it.”
“As a matter of fact everyone in Sittaford is out of it,” said Enderby.
“Even Elmer,” he lowered his voice in deference11 to the possibility of thedriver hearing him. “Because the road to Sittaford was impassable for carson Friday.”
“He could have walked,” said Emily in an equally low voice. “If MajorBurnaby could have got there that evening Elmer could have started atlunchtime—got to Exhampton at five, murdered him, and walked backagain.”
Enderby shook his head.
“I don’t think he could have walked back again. Remember the snowstarted to fall about half past six. Anyway, you’re not accusing Elmer, areyou?”
“No,” said Emily, “though, of course, he might be a homicidal maniac12.”
“Hush,” said Charles. “You’ll hurt his feelings if he hears you.”
“At any rate,” said Emily, “you can’t say definitely that he couldn’t havemurdered Captain Trevelyan.”
“Almost,” said Charles. “He couldn’t walk to Exhampton and backwithout all Sittaford knowing about it and saying it was queer.”
“It certainly is a place where everyone knows everything,” agreedEmily.
“Exactly,” said Charles, “and that’s why I say that everyone in Sittafordis out of it. The only ones that weren’t at the Willetts—Miss Percehouseand Captain Wyatt are invalids13. They couldn’t go ploughing throughsnowstorms. And dear old Curtis and Mrs. C. If any of them did it, theymust have gone comfortably to Exhampton for the weekend and comeback when it was all over.”
Emily laughed.
“You couldn’t be absent from Sittaford for the weekend without its be-ing noticed, certainly,” she said.
“Curtis would notice the silence if Mrs. C was,” said Enderby.
“Of course,” said Emily, “the person it ought to be is Abdul. It would bein a book. He’d be a Lascar really, and Captain Trevelyan would havethrown his favourite brother overboard in a mutiny — something likethat.”
“I decline to believe,” said Charles, “that that wretched depressed-look-ing native ever murdered anybody.
“I know,” he said suddenly.
“What?” said Emily eagerly.
“The blacksmith’s wife. The one who’s expecting her eighth. The in-trepid woman despite her condition walked all the way to Exhampton andbatted him one with the sandbag.”
“And why, pray?”
“Because, of course, although the blacksmith was the father of the pre-ceding seven, Captain Trevelyan was the father of her coming che-ild.”
“Charles,” said Emily. “Don’t be indelicate.
“And anyway,” she added, “it would be the blacksmith who did it, nother. A really good case there. Think how that brawny14 arm could wield15 asandbag! And his wife would never notice his absence with seven childrento look after. She wouldn’t have time to notice a mere16 man.”
“This is degenerating17 into mere idiocy,” said Charles.
“It is rather,” agreed Emily. “Counting losers hasn’t been a great suc-cess.”
“What about you?” said Charles.
“Me?”
“Where were you when the crime was committed?”
“How extraordinary! I never thought of that. I was in London, of course.
But I don’t know that I could prove it. I was alone in my flat.”
“There you are,” said Charles. “Motive and everything. Your young mancoming into twenty thousand pounds, what more do you want?”
“You are clever, Charles,” said Emily. “I can see that really I’m a mostsuspicious character. I never thought of it before.”

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