"That"s a pity."
"What do you mean?" Sandford stared wildly at him. "What does it matter whether I was out for a walk or not? What difference does that make to Rose drowning herself?"
"Ah!" said the inspector. "But you see, she didn"t. She was thrown in deliberately, Mr Sandford."
"She was " It took him a minute or two to take in all the horror of it "My G.o.d! Then "
He dropped into a chair.
Colonel Melchett made a move to depart.
"You understand, Sandford," he said. "You are on no account to leave this house."
The three men left together. The inspector and the Chief Constable exchanged glances.
"That"s enough, I think, sir," said the inspector.
"Yes. Get a warrant made out and arrest him."
"Excuse me," said Sir Henry, "I"ve forgotten my gloves."
He re-entered the house rapidly. Sandford was sitting just as they had left him, staring dazedly in front of him.
"I have come back," said Sir Henry, "to tell you that I personally, am anxious to do all I can to a.s.sist you. The motive of my interest in you I am not at liberty to reveal. But I am going to ask you, if you will, to tell me as briefly as possible exactly what pa.s.sed between you and this girl Rose."
"She was very pretty," said Sandford. "Very pretty and very alluring. And and she made a dead set at me. Before G.o.d, that"s true. She wouldn"t let me alone. And it was lonely down here, and n.o.body liked me much, and and, as I say she was amazingly pretty and she seemed to know her way about and all that " His voice died away. He looked up. "And then this happened. She wanted me to marry her. I didn"t know what to do. I"m engaged to a girl in London. If she ever gets to hear of this and she will, of course well, it"s all up. She won"t understand. How could she? And I"m a rotter, of course. As I say, I didn"t know what to do. I avoided seeing Rose again. I thought I"d get back to town see my lawyer make arrangements about money and so forth, for her. G.o.d, what a fool I"ve been! And it"s all so clear the case against me. But they"ve made a mistake. She must have done it herself."
"Did she ever threaten to take her life?"
Sandford shook his head.
"Never. I shouldn"t have said she was that sort"
"What about a man called Joe Ellis?"
"The carpenter fellow? Good old village stock. Dull fellow but crazy about Rose."
"He might have been jealous?" suggested Sir Henry.
"I suppose he was a bit but he"s the bovine kind. He"d suffer in silence."
"Well," said Sir Henry. "I must be going."
He rejoined the others.
"You know, Melchett," he said. "I feel we ought to have a look at this other fellow Ellis before we do anything drastic. Pity if you made an arrest that turned out to be a mistake. After all, jealousy is a pretty good motive for murder and a pretty common one, too."
"That"s true enough," said the inspector. "But Joe Ellis isn"t that kind. He wouldn"t hurt a fly. Why, n.o.body"s ever seen him out of temper. Still, I agree we"d better just ask him where he was last night. He"ll be at home now. He lodges with Mrs Bartlett very decent soul a widow, she takes in a bit of washing."
The little cottage to which they bent their footsteps was spotlessly clean and neat. A big stout woman of middle age opened the door to them. She had a pleasant face and blue eyes.
"Good morning, Mrs Bartlett," said the inspector. "Is Joe Ellis here?"
"Came back not ten minutes ago," said Mrs Bartlett. "Step inside, will you, please, sirs."
Wiping her hands on her ap.r.o.n she led them into a tiny front parlour with stuffed birds, china dogs, a sofa and several useless pieces of furniture.
She hurriedly arranged seats for them, picked up a whatnot bodily to make further room and went out calling: "Joe, there"s three gentlemen want to see you."
A voice from the back kitchen replied: "I"ll be there when I"ve cleaned myself."
Mrs Bartlett smiled.
"Come in, Mrs Bartlett." said Colonel Melchett "Sit down."
"Oh, no, sir, I couldn"t think of it."
Mrs Bartlett was shocked at the idea.
"You find Joe Ellis a good lodger?" inquired Melchett in a seemingly careless tone.
"Couldn"t have a better, sir. A real steady young fellow. Never touches a drop of drink. Takes a pride in his work. And always kind and helpful about the house. He put up those shelves for me, and he"s fixed a new dresser in the kitchen. And any little thing that wants doing in the house why, Joe does it as a matter of course, and won"t hardly take thanks for it. Ah! there aren"t many young fellows like Joe, sir."
"Some girl will be lucky some day," said Melchett carelessly. "He was rather sweet on that poor girl. Rose Emmott, wasn"t he?"
Mrs Bartlett sighed.
"It made me tired, it did. Him worshipping the ground she trod on and her not caring a snap of the fingers for him."
"Where does Joe spend his evenings, Mrs Bartlett?"
"Here, sir, usually. He does some odd piece of work in the evenings, sometimes, and he"s trying to learn book-keeping by correspondence."
"Ah! really. Was he in yesterday evening?"
"Yes, sir."
"You"re sure, Mrs Bartlett?" said Sir Henry sharply.
She turned to him.
"Quite sure, sir."
"He didn"t go out, for instance, somewhere about eight to eight-thirty?"
"Oh, no." Mrs Bartlett laughed. "He was fixing the kitchen dresser for me nearly all the evening, and I was helping him."
Sir Henry looked at her smiling a.s.sured face and felt his first pang of doubt A moment later Ellis himself entered the room.
He was a tall broad-shouldered young man, very good-looking in a rustic way. He had shy, blue eyes and a good-tempered smile. Altogether an amiable young giant.
Melchett opened the conversation. Mrs Barlett withdrew to the kitchen.
"We are investigating the death of Rose Emmott You knew her, Ellis."
"Yes." He hesitated, then muttered, "Hoped to marry her one day. Poor la.s.s."
"You have heard of what her condition was?"
"Yes." A spark of anger showed in his eyes. "Let her down, he did. But "twere for the best. She wouldn"t have been happy married to him. I reckoned she"d come to me when this happened. I"d have looked after her."
"In spite of "
"Tweren"t her fault. He led her astray with fine promises and all. Oh! she told me about it. She"d no call to drown herself. He weren"t worth it."
"Where were you, Ellis, last night at eight-thirty?"
Was it Sir Henry"s fancy, or was there really a shade of constraint in the ready almost too ready reply?
"I was here. Fixing up a contraption in the kitchen for Mrs B. You ask her. She"ll tell you."
"He was too quick with that," thought Sir Henry. "He"s a slow thinking man. That popped out so pat that I suspect he"d got it ready beforehand."
Then he told himself that it was imagination. He was imagining things yes, even imagining an apprehensive glint in those blue eyes.
A few more questions and answers and they left. Sir Henry made an excuse to go to the kitchen. Mrs Bartlett was busy at the stove. She looked up with a pleasant smile. A new dresser was fixed against the wall. It was not quite finished. Some tools lay about and some pieces of wood.
"That"s what Ellis was at work on last night?" said Sir Henry.
"Yes, sir, it"s a nice bit of work, isn"t it? He"s a very clever carpenter, Joe is."
No apprehensive gleam in her eye no embarra.s.sment.
But Ellis had he imagined it? No, there had been something.
"I must tackle him," thought Sir Henry.
Turning to leave the kitchen, he collided with a perambulator.
"Not woken the baby up, I hope," he said.
Mrs Bartlett"s laugh rang out.
"Oh, no, sir. I"ve no children more"s the pity. That"s what I take the laundry on, sir."
"Oh! I see "
He paused then said on an impulse: "Mrs Bartlett You knew Rose Emmott. Tell me what you really thought of her."
She looked at him curiously.
"Well, sir, I thought she was flighty. But she"s dead and I don"t like to speak ill of the dead."
"But I have a reason a very good reason for asking."
He spoke persuasively.
She seemed to consider, studying him attentively. Finally she made up her mind.
"She was a bad lot, sir," she said quietly. "I wouldn"t say so before Joe. She took him in good and proper. That kind can more"s the pity. You know how it is, sir."
Yes, Sir Henry knew. The Joe Ellises of the world were peculiarly vulnerable. They trusted blindly. But for that very cause the shock of discovery might be greater.
He left the cottage baffled and perplexed. He was up against a blank wall. Joe Ellis had been working indoors all yesterday evening. Mrs Bartlett had actually been there watching him. Could one possibly get round that? There was nothing to set against it except possibly that suspicious readiness in replying on Joe Ellis"s part that suggestion of having a story pat.
"Well," said Melchett, "that seems to make the matter quite clear, eh?"
"It does, sir," agreed the inspector. "Sandford"s our man. Not a leg to stand upon. The thing"s as plain as daylight. It"s my opinion as the girl and her father were out to well practically blackmail him. He"s no money to speak of he didn"t want the matter to get to his young lady"s ears. He was desperate and he acted accordingly. What do you say, sir?" he added, addressing Sir Henry deferentially.
"It seems so," admitted Sir Henry. "And yet I can hardly picture Sandford committing any violent action."
But he knew as he spoke that that objection was hardly valid. The meekest animal, when cornered, is capable of amazing actions.
"I should like to see the boy, though," he said suddenly. "The one who heard the cry."
Jimmy Brown proved to be an intelligent lad, rather small for his age, with a sharp, rather cunning face. He was eager to be questioned and was rather disappointed when checked in his dramatic tale of what he had heard on the fatal night "You were on the other side of the bridge, I understand," said Sir Henry. "Across the river from the village. Did you see anyone on that side as you came over the bridge?"
"There was someone walking up in the woods. Mr Sandford, I think it was, the architecting gentleman who"s building the queer house."
The three men exchanged glances.
"That was about ten minutes or so before you heard the cry?"
The boy nodded.
"Did you see anyone else on the village side of the river?"
"A man came along the path that side. Going slow and whistling he was. Might have been Joe Ellis."
"You couldn"t possibly have seen who it was," said the inspector sharply. "What with the mist and its being dusk."
"It"s on account of the whistle," said the boy. "Joe Ellis always whistles the same tune "I wanner be happy" it"s the only tune he knows."
He spoke with the scorn of the modernist for the old-fashioned.
"Anyone might whistle a tune," said Melchett "Was he going towards the bridge?"
"No. Other way to village."