IV
As they went down the stairs again to No. 42, Japp ejaculated with feeling: “Shades of Phillips
Oppenheim, Valentine Williams and William le Queux, I think I’m going mad!”
That smart young man, Sergeant¹ Beddoes, was waiting for them.
He said respectfully:
“Haven’t been able to get anything helpful from the maid, sir. Mrs. Chapman changed maids
pretty often, it seems. This one only worked for her for a month or two. She says Mrs. Chapman
was a nice lady, fond of the radio and pleasant spoken. Girl was of the opinion the husband was a
gay deceiver but that Mrs. Chapman didn’t suspect it. She got letters from abroad sometimes,
some from Germany, two from America, one from Italy and one from Russia. The girl’s young
man collects stamps, and Mrs. Chapman used to give them to her off the letters.”
“Anything among Mrs. Chapman’s papers?”
“Absolutely nothing, sir. She didn’t keep much. A few bills and receipted accounts—all local.
Some old theatre programmes, one or two cookery recipes cut out of the papers, and a pamphlet
about Zenana Missions.”
“And we can guess who brought that here. She doesn’t sound like a murderess, does she? And
yet that’s what it seems to be. She’s bound to be an accomplice² anyway. No strange men seen
about that evening?”
“The porter doesn’t remember any—but then I don’t suppose he would by now, and anyway it’s
a big block of flats—people always going in and out. He can only fix the date of Miss Sainsbury
Seale’s visit because he was taken off to the hospital the next day and was actually feeling rather
bad that evening.”
“Anybody in the other flats hear anything out of the way?”
The younger man shook his head.
“I’ve inquired at the flat above this and the one below. Nobody can remember hearing anything
unusual. Both of them had their radios on, I gather.”
The divisional surgeon came out of the bathroom where he had been washing his hands.
“Most unsavoury corpse,” he said cheerfully. “Send her along when you’re ready and I’ll get
down to brass³ tacks⁴.”

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