Tommy and Tuppence stared at each other in bewilderment.
“Well,” said Tommy, “something’s happened in that house to scare ourfriend Reilly pretty badly.”
Tuppence drew her finger absently across the gatepost.
“He must have put his hand on some wet red paint somewhere,” shesaid idly.
“H’m,” said Tommy. “I think we’d better go inside rather quickly. I don’tunderstand this business.”
In the doorway1 of the house a white-capped maidservant was standing,almost speechless with indignation.
“Did you ever see the likes of that now, Father,” she burst out, as Tommyascended the steps. “That fellow comes here, asks for the young lady,rushes upstairs without how or by your leave. She lets out a screech2 like awild cat—and what wonder, poor pretty dear, and straightaway he comesrushing down again, with the white face on him, like one who’s seen aghost. What will be the meaning of it all?”
“Who are you talking with at the front door, Ellen?” demanded a sharpvoice from the interior of the hall.
“Here’s Missus,” said Ellen, somewhat unnecessarily.
She drew back, and Tommy found himself confronting a grey-haired,middle-aged woman, with frosty blue eyes imperfectly concealed4 by pince-nez, and a spare figure clad in black with bugle5 trimming.
“Mrs. Honeycott?” said Tommy. “I came here to see Miss Glen.”
“Mrs. Honeycott gave him a sharp glance, then went on to Tuppence andtook in every detail of her appearance.
“Oh, you did, did you?” she said. “Well, you’d better come inside.”
She led the way into the hall and along it into a room at the back of thehouse, facing on the garden. It was a fair-sized room, but looked smallerthan it was, owing to the large amount of chairs and tables crowded intoit. A big fire burned in the grate, and a chintz-covered sofa stood at oneside of it. The wallpaper was a small grey stripe with a festoon of rosesround the top. Quantities of engravings and oil paintings covered thewalls.
It was a room almost impossible to associate with the expensive person-ality of Miss Gilda Glen.
“Sit down,” said Mrs. Honeycott. “To begin with, you’ll excuse me if I sayI don’t hold with the Roman Catholic religion. Never did I think to see aRoman Catholic priest in my house. But if Gilda’s gone over to the ScarletWoman, it’s only what’s to be expected in a life like hers—and I dare say itmight be worse. She mightn’t have any religion at all. I should think moreof Roman Catholics if their priests were married — I always speak mymind. And to think of those convents—quantities of beautiful young girlsshut up there, and no one knowing what becomes of them—well, it won’tbear thinking about.”
Mrs. Honeycott came to a full stop, and drew a deep breath.
Without entering upon a defence of the celibacy6 of the priesthood or theother controversial points touched upon, Tommy went straight to thepoint.
“I understand, Mrs. Honeycott, that Miss Glen is in this house.”
“She is. Mind you, I don’t approve. Marriage is marriage and your hus-band’s your husband. As you make your bed, so you must lie on it.”
“I don’t quite understand—” began Tommy, bewildered.
“I thought as much. That’s the reason I brought you in here. You can goup to Gilda after I’ve spoken my mind. She came to me—after all theseyears, think of it!—and asked me to help her. Wanted me to see this manand persuade him to agree to a divorce. I told her straight out I’d havenothing whatever to do with it. Divorce is sinful. But I couldn’t refuse myown sister shelter in my house, could I now?”
“Your sister?” exclaimed Tommy.
“Yes, Gilda’s my sister. Didn’t she tell you?”
Tommy stared at her openmouthed. The thing seemed fantastically im-possible. Then he remembered that the angelic beauty of Gilda Glen hadbeen in evidence for many years. He had been taken to see her act as quitea small boy. Yes, it was possible after all. But what a piquant8 contrast. So itwas from this lower middle- class respectability that Gilda Glen hadsprung. How well she had guarded her secret!
“I am not yet quite clear,” he said. “Your sister is married?”
“Ran away to be married as a girl of seventeen,” said Mrs. Honeycottsuccinctly. “Some common fellow far below her in station. And our fathera reverend. It was a disgrace. Then she left her husband and went on thestage. Playacting! I’ve never been inside a theatre in my life. I hold notruck with wickedness. Now, after all these years, she wants to divorce theman. Means to marry some big wig9, I suppose. But her husband’s standingfirm—not to be bullied10 and not to be bribed—I admire him for it.”
“What is his name?” asked Tommy suddenly.
“That’s an extraordinary thing now, but I can’t remember! It’s nearlytwenty years ago, you know, since I heard it. My father forbade it to bementioned. And I’ve refused to discuss the matter with Gilda. She knowswhat I think, and that’s enough for her.”
“It wasn’t Reilly, was it?”
“Might have been. I really can’t say. It’s gone clean out of my head.”
“The man I mean was here just now.”
“That man! I thought he was an escaped lunatic. I’d been in the kitchengiving orders to Ellen. I’d just got back into this room, and was wonderingwhether Gilda had come in yet (she has a latchkey), when I heard her. Shehesitated a minute or two in the hall and then went straight upstairs.
About three minutes later all this tremendous rat-tatting began. I went outinto the hall, and just saw a man rushing upstairs. Then there was a sort ofcry upstairs, and presently down he came again and rushed out like amadman. Pretty goings on.”
Tommy rose.
“Mrs. Honeycott, let us go upstairs at once. I am afraid—”
“What of?”
“Afraid that you have no red wet paint in the house.”
Mrs. Honeycott stared at him.
“Of course I haven’t.”
“That is what I feared,” said Tommy gravely. “Please let us go to yoursister’s room at once.”
Momentarily silenced, Mrs. Honeycott led the way. They caught aglimpse of Ellen in the hall, backing hastily into one of the rooms.
Mrs. Honeycott opened the first door at the top of the stairs. Tommy andTuppence entered close behind her.
Suddenly she gave a gasp11 and fell back.
A motionless figure in black and ermine lay stretched on the sofa. Theface was untouched, a beautiful soulless face like a mature child asleep.
The wound was on the side of the head, a heavy blow with some blunt in-strument had crushed in the skull12. Blood was dripping slowly on to thefloor, but the wound itself had long ceased to bleed. .?.?.
Tommy examined the prostrate13 figure, his face very white.
“So,” he said at last, “he didn’t strangle her after all.”
“What do you mean? Who?” cried Mrs. Honeycott. “Is she dead?”
“Oh, yes, Mrs. Honeycott, she’s dead. Murdered. The question is—bywhom? Not that it is much of a question. Funny—for all his ranting14 words,I didn’t think the fellow had got it in him.”
He paused a minute, then turned to Tuppence with decision.
“Will you go out and get a policeman, or ring up the police station fromsomewhere?”
Tuppence nodded. She too, was very white. Tommy led Mrs. Honeycottdownstairs again.
“I don’t want there to be any mistake about this,” he said. “Do you knowexactly what time it was when your sister came in?”
“Yes, I do,” said Mrs. Honeycott. “Because I was just setting the clock onfive minutes as I have to do every evening. It loses just five minutes a day.
It was exactly eight minutes past six by my watch, and that never loses orgains a second.”
Tommy nodded. That agreed perfectly3 with the policeman’s story. Hehad seen the woman with the white furs go in at the gate, probably threeminutes had elapsed before he and Tuppence had reached the same spot.
He had glanced at his own watch then and had noted15 that it was just oneminute after the time of their appointment.
There was just the faint chance that someone might have been waitingfor Gilda Glen in the room upstairs. But if so, he must still be hiding in thehouse. No one but James Reilly had left it.
He ran upstairs and made a quick but efficient search of the premises16.
But there was no one concealed anywhere.
Then he spoke7 to Ellen. After breaking the news to her, and waiting forher first lamentations and invocations to the saints to have exhaustedthemselves, he asked a few questions.
Had any one else come to the house that afternoon asking for Miss Glen?
No one whatsoever17. Had she herself been upstairs at all that evening? Yesshe’d gone up at six o’clock as usual to draw the curtains—or it might havebeen a few minutes after six. Anyway it was just before that wild fellowcame breaking the knocker down. She’d run downstairs to answer thedoor. And him a black-hearted murderer all the time.
Tommy let it go at that. But he still felt a curious pity for Reilly, and un-willingness to believe the worst of him. And yet there was no one else whocould have murdered Gilda Glen. Mrs. Honeycott and Ellen had been theonly two people in the house.
He heard voices in the hall, and went out to find Tuppence and the po-liceman from the beat outside. The latter had produced a notebook, and arather blunt pencil, which he licked surreptitiously. He went upstairs andsurveyed the victim stolidly18, merely remarking that if he was to touch any-thing the Inspector19 would give him beans. He listened to all Mrs. Honey-cott’s hysterical20 outbursts and confused explanations, and occasionally hewrote something down. His presence was calming and soothing21.
Tommy finally got him alone for a minute or two on the steps outsideere he departed to telephone headquarters.
“Look here,” said Tommy, “you saw the deceased turning in at the gate,you say. Are you sure she was alone?”
“Oh! she was alone all right. Nobody with her.”
“And between that time and when you met us, nobody came out of thegate?”
“Not a soul.”
“You’d have seen them if they had?”
“Of course I should. Nobody come out till that wild chap did.”
The majesty22 of the law moved portentously23 down the steps and pausedby the white gatepost, which bore the imprint24 of a hand in red.
“Kind of amateur he must have been,” he said pityingly. “To leave athing like that.”
Then he swung out into the road.

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