Mary Rees-Talbot greeted Colonel Race with a positive shriek1 of unbelief.
“My dear, I haven’t seen you since you disappeared so mysteriously
from Allahabad that time. And why are you here now? It isn’t to see me,
I’m quite sure. You never pay social calls. Come on now, own up, you
needn’t be diplomatic about it.”
“Diplomatic methods would be a waste of time with you, Mary. I always
have appreciated your X-ray mind.”
“Cut the cackle and come to the horses, my pet.”
Race smiled.
“Is the maid who let me in Betty Archdale?” he inquired.
“So that’s it! Now don’t tell me that the girl, a pure Cockney if ever there
was one, is a well-known European spy because I simply don’t believe it.”
“No, no, nothing of the kind.”
“And don’t tell me she’s one of our counterespionage either, because I
don’t believe that.”
“Quite right. The girl is simply a parlourmaid.”
“And since when have you been interested in simple parlourmaids—not
that Betty is simple—an artful dodger2 is more like it.”
“I think,” said Colonel Race, “that she might be able to tell me some-
thing.”
“If you asked her nicely? I shouldn’t be surprised if you’re right. She has
the close-to-the-door-when-there’s-anything-interesting-going-on tech-
nique very highly developed. What does M. do?”
“M. very kindly3 offers me a drink and rings for Betty and orders it.”
“And when Betty brings it?”
“By then M. has very kindly gone away.”
“To do some listening outside the door herself?”
“If she likes.”
“And after that I shall be bursting with Inside Information about the
latest European crisis?”
“I’m afraid not. There is no political situation involved in this.”
“What a disappointment! All right. I’ll play!”
Mrs. Rees-Talbot, who was a lively near-brunette of forty-nine, rang the
bell and directed her good-looking parlourmaid to bring Colonel Race a
whisky and soda4.
When Betty Archdale returned, with a salver and the drink upon it, Mrs.
Rees-Talbot, was standing5 by the far door into her own sitting room.
“Colonel Race has some questions to ask you,” she said and went out.
Betty turned her impudent6 eyes on the tall grey- haired soldier with
some alarm in their depths. He took the glass from the tray and smiled.
“Seen the papers today?” he asked.
“Yes, sir.” Betty eyed him warily7.
“Did you see that Mr. George Barton died last night at the Luxembourg
Restaurant?”
“Oh, yes, sir.” Betty’s eyes sparkled with the pleasure of public disaster.
“Wasn’t it dreadful?”
“You were in service there, weren’t you?”
“Yes, sir. I left last winter, soon after Mrs. Barton died.”
“She died at the Luxembourg, too.”
Betty nodded. “Sort of funny, that, isn’t it, sir?”
Race did not think it funny, but he knew what the words were intended
to convey. He said gravely:
“I see you’ve got brains. You can put two and two together.”
Betty clasped her hands and cast discretion8 to the winds.
“Was he done in, too? The papers didn’t say exactly.”
“Why do you say ‘too?’ Mrs. Barton’s death was brought in by the cor-
oner’s jury as suicide.”
She gave him a quick look out of the corner of her eye. Ever so old, she
thought, but he’s nice looking. That quiet kind. A real gentleman. Sort of
gentleman who’d have given you a gold sovereign when he was young.
Funny, I don’t even know what a sovereign looks like! What’s he after, ex-
actly?
She said demurely9: “Yes, sir.”
“But perhaps you never thought it was suicide?”
“Well, no, sir. I didn’t—not really.”
“That’s very interesting—very interesting indeed. Why didn’t you think
so?”
She hesitated, her fingers began pleating her apron10.
So nicely he said that, so gravely. Made you feel important and as
though you wanted to help him. And anyway she had been smart over
Rosemary Barton’s death. Never been taken in, she hadn’t!
“She was done in, sir, wasn’t she?”
“It seems possible that it may be so. But how did you come to think so?”
“Well,” Betty hesitated. “It was something I heard one day.”
“Yes?”
His tone was quietly encouraging.
“The door wasn’t shut or anything. I mean I’d never go and listen at a
door. I don’t like that sort of thing,” said Betty virtuously11. “But I was going
through the hall to the dining room and carrying the silver on a tray and
they were speaking quite loud. Saying something she was—Mrs. Barton I
mean—about Anthony Browne not being his name. And then he got really
nasty, Mr. Browne did. I wouldn’t have thought he had it in him—so nice
looking and so pleasant spoken as he was as a rule. Said something about
carving13 up her face—ooh! and then he said if she didn’t do what he told
her he’d bump her off. Just like that! I didn’t hear any more because Miss
Iris14 was coming down the stairs, and of course I didn’t think very much of
it at the time, but after there was all the fuss about her committing suicide
at that party and I heard he’d been there at the time—well, it gave me
shivers all down my back—it did indeed!”
“But you didn’t say anything?”
The girl shook her head.
“I didn’t want to get mixed up with the police—and anyway I didn’t
know anything—not really. And perhaps if I had said anything I’d have
been bumped off too. Or taken for a ride as they call it.”
“I see.” Race paused a moment and then said in his gentlest voice: “So
you just wrote an anonymous15 letter to Mr. George Barton?”
She stared at him. He detected no uneasy guilt—nothing but pure aston-
ishment.
“Me? Write to Mr. Barton? Never.”
“Now don’t be afraid to tell about it. It was really a very good idea. It
warned him without your having to give yourself away. It was very clever
of you.”
“But I didn’t, sir. I never thought of such a thing. You mean write to Mr.
Barton and say that his wife had been done in? Why, the idea never came
into my head!”
She was so earnest in her denial that, in spite of himself, Race was
shaken. But it all fitted in so well—it could all be explained so naturally if
only the girl had written the letters. But she persisted in her denials, not
vehemently16 or uneasily, but soberly and without undue17 protestation. He
found himself reluctantly believing her.
He shifted his ground.
“Whom did you tell about this?”
She shook her head.
“I didn’t tell anyone. I’ll tell you honest, sir, I was scared. I thought I’d
better keep my mouth shut. I tried to forget it. I only brought it up once—
that was when I gave Mrs. Drake my notice—fussing terribly she’d been,
more than a girl could stand, and now wanting me to go and bury myself
in the dead of the country and not even a bus route! And then she turned
nasty about my reference, saying I broke things, and I said sarcastic-like
that at any rate I’d find a place where people didn’t get bumped off—and I
felt scared when I’d said it, but she didn’t pay any real attention. Perhaps I
ought to have spoken out at the time, but I couldn’t really tell. I mean the
whole thing might have been a joke. People do say all sorts of things, and
Mr. Browne was ever so nice really, and quite a one for joking, so I
couldn’t tell, sir, could I?”
Race agreed that she couldn’t. Then he said:
“Mrs. Barton spoke12 of Browne not being his real name. Did she mention
what his real name was?”
“Yes, she did. Because he said, ‘Forget about Tony’—now what was it?
Tony something . . . Reminded me of the cherry jam cook had been mak-
ing.”
“Tony Cheriton? Cherable.”
She shook her head.
“More of a fancy name than that. Began with an M. And sounded for-
eign.”
“Don’t worry. It will come back to you, perhaps. If so, let me know. Here
is my card with my address. If you remember the name write to me at that
address.”
He handed her the card and a treasury18 note.
“I will, sir, thank you, sir.”
A gentleman, she thought, as she ran downstairs. A pound note, not ten
shillings. It must have been nice when there were gold sovereigns. . . .
Mary Rees-Talbot came back into the room.
“Well, successful?”
“Yes, but there’s still one snag to surmount19. Can your ingenuity20 help me?
Can you think of a name that would remind you of cherry jam?”
“What an extraordinary proposition.”
“Think Mary. I’m not a domestic man. Concentrate on jam making,
cherry jam in particular.”
“One doesn’t often make cherry jam.”
“Why not?”
“Well, it’s inclined to go sugary—unless you use cooking cherries, Mo-
rello cherries.”
Race gave an exclamation21.
“That’s it—I bet that’s it. Good-bye, Mary, I’m endlessly grateful. Do you
mind if I ring that bell so that the girl comes and shows me out?”
Mrs. Rees-Talbot called after him as he hurried out of the room:
“Of all the ungrateful wretches22! Aren’t you going to tell me what it’s all
about?”
He called back:
“I’ll come and tell you the whole story later.”
“Sez you,” murmured Mrs. Rees-Talbot.
Downstairs, Betty waited with Race’s hat and stick.
He thanked her and passed out. On the doorstep he paused.
“By the way,” he said, “was the name Morelli?”
Betty’s face lighted up.
“Quite right, sir. That was it. Tony Morelli that’s the name he told her to
forget. And he said he’d been in prison, too.”
Race walked down the steps smiling.
From the nearest call box he put through a call to Kemp.
Their interchange was brief but satisfactory. Kemp said:
“I’ll send off a cable at once. We ought to hear by return. I must say it
will be a great relief if you’re right.”
“I think I’m right. The sequence is pretty clear.”

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