“But I don’t understand,” said Lord Whitfield. “I don’t understand.”
He strove to maintain his dignity, but beneath the pompous1 exterior2 arather pitiable bewilderment was evident. He could hardly credit the ex-traordinary things that were being told him.
“It’s like this, Lord Whitfield,” said Battle patiently. “To begin with thereis a touch of insanity3 in the family. We’ve found that out now. Often theway with these old families. I should say she had a predisposition thatway. And then she was an ambitious lady—and she was thwarted4. Firsther career and then her love affair.” He coughed. “I understand it was youwho jilted her?”
Lord Whitfield said stiffly:
“I don’t like the term jilt.”
Superintendent5 Battle amended6 the phrase.
“It was you who terminated the engagement?”
“Well—yes.”
“Tell us why, Gordon,” said Bridget.
Lord Whitfield got rather red. He said:
“Oh, very well, if I must. Honoria had a canary. She was very fond of it.
It used to take sugar from her lips. One day it pecked her violently instead.
She was angry and picked it up—and—wrung its neck! I—I couldn’t feelthe same after that. I told her I thought we’d both made a mistake.”
Battle nodded. He said:
“That was the beginning of it! As she told Miss Conway, she turned herthoughts and her undoubted mental ability to one aim and purpose.”
Lord Whitfield said incredulously:
“To get me convicted as a murderer? I can’t believe it.”
Bridget said, “It’s true, Gordon. You know, you were surprised yourselfat the extraordinary way that everybody who annoyed you was instantlystruck down.”
“There was a reason for that.”
“Honoria Waynflete was the reason,” said Bridget. “Do get it into yourhead, Gordon, that it wasn’t Providence8 that pushed Tommy Pierce out ofthe window, and all the rest of them. It was Honoria.”
Lord Whitfield shook his head.
“It all seems to me quite incredible!” he said.
Battle said:
“You say you got a telephone message this morning?”
“Yes—about twelve o’clock. I was asked to go to the Shaw Wood at onceas you, Bridget, had something to say to me. I was not to come by car butto walk.”
Battle nodded.
“Exactly. That would have been the finish. Miss Conway would havebeen found with her throat cut; and beside her your knife with your finger-prints on it! And you yourself would have been seen in the vicinity at thetime! You wouldn’t have had a leg to stand upon. Any jury in the worldwould have convicted you.”
“Me?” said Lord Whitfield, startled and distressed9. “Anyone would havebelieved a thing like that of Me?”
Bridget said gently:
“I didn’t, Gordon. I never believed it.”
Lord Whitfield looked at her coldly, then he said stiffly:
“In view of my character and my standing10 in the county, I do not believethat anyone for one moment would have believed in such a monstrouscharge!”
He went out with dignity and closed the door behind him.
Luke said:
“He’ll never realize that he was really in danger!”
Then he said:
“Go on, Bridget, tell me how you came to suspect the Waynflete wo-man.”
Bridget explained:
“It was when you were telling me that Gordon was the killer11. I couldn’tbelieve it! You see, I knew him so well. I’d been his secretary for two years!
I knew him in and out! I knew that he was pompous and petty and com-pletely self-absorbed, but I knew, too, that he was a kindly12 person and al-most absurdly tenderhearted. It worried him even to kill a wasp13. Thatstory about his killing14 Miss Waynflete’s canary—it was all wrong. He justcouldn’t have done it. He’d told me once that he had jilted her. Now youinsisted that it was the other way about. Well, that might be so! His pridemight not have allowed him to admit that she had thrown him over. Butnot the canary story! That simply wasn’t Gordon! He didn’t even shoot be-cause seeing things killed made him feel sick.
“So I simply knew that that part of the story was untrue. But if so, MissWaynflete must have lied. And it was really, when you came to think of it, avery extraordinary lie! And I wondered suddenly if she’d told anymore lies.
She was a very proud woman—one could see that. To be thrown overmust have hurt her pride horribly. It would probably make her feel veryangry and revengeful against Lord Whitfield — especially, I felt, if heturned up again later all rich and prosperous and successful. I thought,‘Yes, she’d probably enjoy helping15 to fix a crime upon him.’ And then acurious sort of whirling feeling came in my brain and I thought—but sup-pose everything she says is a lie—and I suddenly saw how easily a womanlike that could make a fool of a man! And I thought, ‘It’s fantastic, but sup-pose it was she who killed all these people and fed Gordon up with theidea that it was a kind of divine retribution!’ It would be quite easy for herto make him believe that. As I told you once, Gordon would believe any-thing! And I thought, ‘Could she have done all those murders?’ And I sawthat she could! She could give a shove to a drunken man—and push a boyout of a window, and Amy Gibbs had died in her house. Mrs. Horton, too—Honoria Waynflete used to go and sit with her when she was ill. Dr.
Humbleby was more difficult. I didn’t know then that Wonky Pooh had anasty septic ear and that she infected the dressing16 she put on his hand.
Miss Pinkerton’s death was even more difficult, because I couldn’t imagineMiss Waynflete dressed up as a chauffeur17 driving a Rolls.
“And then, suddenly, I saw that that was the easiest of the lot! It was theold shove from behind—easily done in a crowd. The car didn’t stop andshe saw a fresh opportunity and told another woman she had seen thenumber of the car, and gave the number of Lord Whitfield’s Rolls.
“Of course, all this only came very confusedly through my head. But ifGordon definitely hadn’t done the murders—and I knew—yes, knew thathe hadn’t—well, who had? And the answer seemed quite clear. ‘Someonewho hates Gordon!’ Who hates Gordon? Honoria Waynflete, of course.
“And then I remembered that Miss Pinkerton had definitely spoken of aman as the killer. That knocked out all my beautiful theory, because, un-less Miss Pinkerton was right, she wouldn’t have been killed…So I got you torepeat exactly Miss Pinkerton’s words and I soon discovered that shehadn’t actually said ‘man’ once. Then I felt that I was definitely on theright track! I decided18 to accept Miss Waynflete’s invitation to stay with herand I resolved to try to ferret out the truth.”
“Without saying a word to me?” said Luke angrily.
“But, my sweet, you were so sure—and I wasn’t sure a bit! It was allvague and doubtful. But I never dreamed that I was in any danger. Ithought I’d have plenty of time….”
She shivered.
“Oh, Luke, it was horrible…Her eyes…And that dreadful, polite, inhu-man laugh….”
Luke said with a slight shiver:
“I shan’t forget how I only got there just in time.”
He turned to Battle. “What’s she like now?”
“Gone right over the edge,” said Battle. “They do, you know. They can’tface the shock of not having been as clever as they thought they were.”
Luke said ruefully:
“Well, I’m not much of a policeman! I never suspected Honoria Waynf-lete once. You’d have done better, Battle.”
“Maybe, sir, maybe not. You’ll remember my saying that nothing’s im-possible in crime. I mentioned a maiden19 lady, I believe.”
“You also mentioned an archbishop and a schoolgirl! Am I to under-stand that you consider all these people as potential criminals?”
Battle’s smile broadened to a grin.
“Anyone may be a criminal, sir, that’s what I meant.”
“Except Gordon,” said Bridget. “Luke, let’s go and find him.”
They found Lord Whitfield in his study busily making notes.
“Gordon,” said Bridget in a small meek20 voice. “Please, now that youknow everything, will you forgive us?”
Lord Whitfield looked at her graciously.
“Certainly, my dear, certainly. I realize the truth. I was a busy man. Ineglected you. The truth of the matter is as Kipling so wisely puts it: ‘Hetravels the fastest who travels alone. My path in life is a lonely one.’” Hesquared his shoulders. “I carry a big responsibility. I must carry it alone.
For me there can be no companionship, no easing of the burden—I mustgo through life alone—till I drop by the wayside.”
Bridget said:
“Dear Gordon! You really are sweet!”
Lord Whitfield frowned.
“It is not a question of being sweet. Let us forget all this nonsense. I am abusy man.”
“I know you are.”
“I am arranging for a series of articles to start at once. Crimes commit-ted by Women through the Ages.”
Bridget gazed at him with admiration21.
“Gordon, I think that’s a wonderful idea.”
Lord Whitfield puffed22 out his chest.
“So please leave me now. I must not be disturbed. I have a lot of work toget through.”
Luke and Bridget tiptoed from the room.
“But he really is sweet!” said Bridget.
“Bridget, I believe you were really fond of that man!”
“Do you know, Luke, I believe I was.”
Luke looked out of the window.
“I’ll be glad to get away from Wychwood. I don’t like this place. There’sa lot of wickedness here, as Mrs. Humbleby would say. I don’t like the wayAshe Ridge7 broods over the village.”
“Talking of Ashe Ridge, what about Ellsworthy?”
Luke laughed a little shamefacedly.
“That blood on his hands?”
“Yes.”
“They’d sacrificed a white cock apparently23!”
“How perfectly24 disgusting!”
“I think something unpleasant is going to happen to our Mr. Ellsworthy.
Battle is planning a little surprise.”
Bridget said:
“And poor Major Horton never even attempted to kill his wife, and Mr.
Abbot, I suppose, just had a compromising letter from a lady, and Dr.
Thomas is just a nice unassuming young doctor.”
“He’s a superior ass25!”
“You say that because you’re jealous of his marrying Rose Humbleby.”
“She’s much too good for him.”
“I always have felt you liked that girl better than me!”
“Darling, aren’t you being rather absurd?”
“No, not really.”
She was silent a minute and then said:
“Luke, do you like me now?”
He made a movement towards her but she warded26 him off.
“I said like, Luke—not love.”
“Oh! I see…Yes, I do…I like you, Bridget, as well as loving you.”
Bridget said:
“I like you, Luke….”
They smiled at each other — a little timidly — like children who havemade friends at a party.
Bridget said:
“Liking is more important than loving. It lasts. I want what is betweenus to last, Luke. I don’t want us just to love each other and marry and gettired of each other and then want to marry someone else.”
“Oh! my dear Love, I know. You want reality. So do I. What’s between uswill last forever because it’s founded on reality.”
“Is that true, Luke?”
“It’s true, my sweet. That’s why, I think, I was afraid of loving you.”
“I was afraid of loving you, too.”
“Are you afraid now?”
“No.”
He said:
“We’ve been close to Death for a long time. Now—that’s over! Now—we’ll begin to Live….”

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