"I know. Each morning when I awake I say to myself, "one less." She smiled then. "Just as I used to do at school and the holidays were coming."
"By the way, am I right in thinking that you had no communication whatever with Hammond for several weeks before the catastrophe?"
"I"m quite positive of that. The last time we met was at a tennis-party at the MacFarrens. I don"t think I said more than two words to him. They have two courts, you know, and we didn"t happen to be in the same sets."
"And you haven"t written to him?"
"Oh, no."
"Are you quite sure of that?"
"Oh, quite," she answered, with a little smile. "There was nothing I should write to him for except to ask him to dine or to play tennis, and I hadn"t done either for months."
"At one time you"d been on fairly intimate terms with him. How did it happen that you had stopped asking him to anything?"
Mrs Crosbie shrugged her thin shoulders.
"One gets tired of people. We hadn"t anything very much in common. Of course, when he was ill Robert and I did everything we could for him, but the last year or two he"d been quite well, and he was very popular. He had a good many calls on his time, and there didn"t seem to be any need to shower invitations upon him."
"Are you quite certain that was all?"
Mrs Crosbie hesitated for a moment.
Well, I may just as well tell you. It had come to our ears that he was living with a Chinese woman, and Robert said he wouldn"t have him in the house. I had seen her myself."
Mr Joyce was sitting in a straight-backed arm-chair, resting his chin on his hand, and his eyes were fixed on Leslie. Was it his fancy that, as she made this remark, her black pupils were filled on a sudden, for the fraction of a second, with a dull red light? The effect was startling. Mr Joyce shifted in his chair. He placed the tips of his ten fingers together. He spoke very slowly, choosing his words.
"I think I should tell you that there is in existence a letter in your handwriting to Geoff Hammond."
He watched her closely. She made no movement, nor did her face change colour, but she took a noticeable time to reply.
"In the past I"ve often sent him little notes to ask him to something or other, or to get me something when I knew he was going to Singapore."
"This letter asks him to come and see you because Robert was going to Singapore."
"That"s impossible. I never did anything of the kind."
"You"d better read it for yourself."
He took it out of his pocket and handed it to her. She gave it a glance and with a smile of scorn handed it back to him.
"That"s not my handwriting."
"I know, it"s said to be an exact copy of the original."
She read the words now, and as she read a horrible change came over her. Her colourless face grew dreadful to look at. It turned green. The flesh seemed on a sudden to fall away and her skin was tightly stretched over the bones. Her lips receded, showing her teeth, so that she had the appearance of making a grimace. She stared at Mr Joyce with eyes that started from their sockets. He was looking now at a gibbering death"s head.
"What does it mean?" she whispered.
Her mouth was so dry that she could utter no more than a hoa.r.s.e sound. It was no longer a human voice.
"That is for you to say," he answered.
"I didn"t write it. I swear I didn"t write it."
"Be very careful what you say. If the original is in your handwriting it would be useless to deny it."
"It would be a forgery."
"It would be difficult to prove that. It would be easy to prove that it was genuine."
A shiver pa.s.sed through her lean body. But great beads of sweat stood on her forehead. She took a handkerchief from her bag and wiped the palms of her hands. She glanced at the letter again and gave Mr Joyce a sidelong look.
"It"s not dated. If I had written it and forgotten all about it, it might have been written years ago. If you"ll give me time, I"ll try and remember the circ.u.mstances."
"I noticed there was no date. If this letter were in the hands of the prosecution they would cross-examine the boys. They would soon find out whether someone took a letter to Hammond on the day of his death."
Mrs Crosbie clasped her hands violently and swayed in her chair so that he thought she would faint.
"I swear to you that I didn"t write that letter."
Mr Joyce was silent for a little while. He took his eyes from her distraught face, and looked down on the floor. He was reflecting.
"In these circ.u.mstances we need not go into the matter further," he said slowly, at last breaking the silence. "If the possessor of this letter sees fit to place it in the hands of the prosecution you will be prepared."
His words suggested that he had nothing more to say to her, but he made no movement of departure. He waited. To himself he seemed to wait a very long time. He did not look at Leslie, but he was conscious that she sat very still. She made no sound. At last it was he who spoke.
"If you have nothing more to say to me I think I"ll be getting back to my office."
"What would anyone who read the letter be inclined to think that it meant?" she asked then.
"He"d know that you had told a deliberate lie," answered Mr Joyce sharply. "When?"
"You have stated definitely that you had had no communication with Hammond for at least three months."
"The whole thing has been a terrible shock to me. The events of that dreadful night have been a nightmare. It"s not very strange if one detail has escaped my memory."
"It would be unfortunate, when your memory has reproduced so exactly every particular of your interview with Hammond, that you should have forgotten so important a point as that he came to see you in the bungalow on the night of his death at your express desire."
"I hadn"t forgotten. After what happened I was afraid to mention it. I thought you"d none of you believe my story if I admitted that he"d come at my invitation. I dare say it was stupid of me; but I lost my head, and after I"d said once that I"d had no communication with Hammond I was obliged to stick to it."
By now Leslie had recovered her admirable composure, and she met Mr Joyce"s appraising glance with candour. Her gentleness was very disarming.
"You will be required to explain, then, why you asked Hammond to come and see you when Robert was away for the night."
She turned her eyes full on the lawyer. He had been mistaken in thinking them insignificant, they were rather fine eyes, and unless he was mistaken they were bright now with tears. Her voice had a little break in it.
"It was a surprise I was preparing for Robert. His birthday is next month. I knew he wanted a new gun and you know I"m dreadfully stupid about sporting things. I wanted to talk to Geoff about it. I thought I"d get him to order it for me."
"Perhaps the terms of the letter are not very clear to your recollection. Will you have another look at it?"
"No, I don"t want to," she said quickly.
"Does it seem to you the sort of letter a woman would write to a somewhat distant acquaintance because she wanted to consult him about buying a gun?"
"I dare say it"s rather extravagant and emotional. I do express myself like that, you know. I"m quite prepared to admit it"s very silly." She smiled. "And after all, Geoff Hammond wasn"t quite a distant acquaintance. When he was ill I"d nursed him like a mother. I asked him to come when Robert was away, because Robert wouldn"t have him in the house."
Mr Joyce was tired of sitting so long in the same position. He rose and walked once or twice up and down the room, choosing the words he proposed to say; then he leaned over the back of the chair in which he had been sitting. He spoke slowly in a tone of deep gravity.
"Mrs Crosbie, I want to talk to you very, very seriously. This case was comparatively plain sailing. There was only one point which seemed to me to require explanation: as far as I could judge, you had fired no less than four shots into Hammond when he was lying on the ground. It was hard to accept the possibility that a delicate, frightened, and habitually self-controlled woman, of gentle nature and refined instincts, should have surrendered to an absolutely uncontrolled frenzy. But of course it was admissible. Although Geoffrey Hammond was much liked and on the whole thought highly of, I was prepared to prove that he was the sort of man who might be guilty of the crime which in justification of your act you accused him of The fact, which was discovered after his death, that he had been living with a Chinese woman gave us something very definite to go upon. That robbed him of any sympathy which might have been felt for him. We made up our minds to make use of the odium which such a connexion cast upon him in the minds of all respectable people. I told your husband this morning that I was certain of an acquittal, and I wasn"t just telling him that to give him heart. I do not believe the a.s.sessors would have left the court."
They looked into one another"s eyes. Mrs Crosbie was strangely still. She was like a little bird paralysed by the fascination of a snake. He went on in the same quiet tones.
"But this letter has thrown an entirely different complexion on the case. I am your legal adviser, I shall represent you in court. I take your story as you tell it me, and I shall conduct your defence according to its terms. It may be that I believe your statements, and it may be that I doubt them. The duty of counsel is to persuade the court that the evidence placed before it is not such as to justify it in bringing in a verdict of guilty, and any private opinion he may have of the guilt or innocence of his client is entirely beside the point."
He was astonished to see in Leslie"s eyes the flicker of a smile. Piqued, he went on somewhat dryly: "You"re not going to deny that Hammond came to your house at your urgent, and I may even say, hysterical invitation?"
Mrs Crosbie, hesitating for an instant, seemed to consider.
"They can prove that the letter was taken to his bungalow by one of the house-boys. He rode over on his bicycle."
"You mustn"t expect other people to be stupider than you. The letter will put them on the track of suspicions which have entered n.o.body"s head. I will not tell you what I personally thought when I saw the copy. I do not wish you to tell me anything but what is needed to save your neck."
Mrs Crosbie gave a shrill cry. She sprang to her feet, white with terror. "You don"t think they"d hang me?"
"If they came to the conclusion that you hadn"t killed Hammond in self-defence, it would be the duty of the a.s.sessors to bring in a verdict of guilty. The charge is murder. It would be the duty of the judge to sentence you to death."
"But what can they prove?" she gasped.
"I don"t know what they can prove. You know. I don"t want to know. But if their suspicions are aroused, if they begin to make inquiries, if the natives are questioned-what is it that can be discovered?"
She crumpled up suddenly. She fell on the floor before he could catch her. She had fainted. He looked round the room for water, but there was none there, and he did not want to be disturbed. He stretched her out on the floor, and kneeling beside her waited for her to recover. When she opened her eyes he was disconcerted by the ghastly fear that he saw in them.
"Keep quite still," he said. "You"ll be better in a moment."
"You won"t let them hang me," she whispered.
She began to cry, hysterically, while in undertones he sought to quieten her. Tor goodness sake pull yourself together," he said.
"Give me a minute."
Her courage was amazing. He could see the effort she made to regain her self-control, and soon she was once more calm.
let me get up now"
He gave her his hand and helped her to her feet. Taking her arm, he led her to the chair. She sat down wearily.
"Don"t talk to me for a minute or two," she said.
"Very well."
When at last she spoke it was to say something which he did not expect. She gave a little sigh.
"I"m afraid I"ve made rather a mess of things," she said.
He did not answer, and once more there was a silence.
"Isn"t it possible to get hold of the letter?" she said at last.
"I do not think anything would have been said to me about it if the person in whose possession it is was not prepared to sell it."
"Who"s got it?"
"The Chinese woman who was living in Hammond"s house."
A spot of colour flickered for an instant on Leslie"s cheek-bones. "Does she want an awful lot for it?"
"I imagine that she has a very shrewd idea of its value. I doubt if it would be possible to get hold of it except for a very large sum."
"Are you going to let me be hanged?"
"Do you think it"s so simple as all that to secure possession of an unwelcome piece of evidence? It"s no different from suborning a witness. You have no right to make any such suggestion to me."
"Then what is going to happen to me?"
justice must take its course."
She grew very pale. A little shudder pa.s.sed through her body.
"I put myself in your hands. Of course I have no right to ask you to do anything that isn"t proper."
Mr Joyce had not bargained for the little break in her voice which her habitual self-restraint made quite intolerably moving. She looked at him with humble eyes, and he thought that if he rejected their appeal they would haunt him for the rest of his life. After all, nothing could bring poor Hammond back to life again. He wondered what really was the explanation of that letter. It was not fair to conclude from it that she had killed Hammond without provocation. He had lived in the East a long time and his sense of professional honour was not perhaps so acute as it had been twenty years before. He stared at the floor. He made up his mind to do something which he knew was unjustifiable, but it stuck in his throat and he felt dully resentful towards Leslie. It embarra.s.sed him a little to speak.
"I don"t know exactly what your husband"s circ.u.mstances are?"
Flushing a rosy red, she shot a swift glance at him.
"He has a good many tin shares and a small share in two or three rubber estates. I suppose he could raise money."
"He would have to be told what it was for."
She was silent for a moment. She seemed to think.
"He"s in love with me still. He would make any sacrifice to save me. Is there any need for him to see the letter?"
Mr Joyce frowned a little, and, quick to notice, she went on.
"Robert is an old friend of yours. I"m not asking you to do anything for me, I"m asking you to save a rather simple, kind man who never did you any harm from all the pain that"s possible."