"Note in the dead girl"s pocket, sir. Written with a kind of artist"s pencil it was, and all of a sop though the paper was we managed to read it."
"And what did it say?"
"It was from young Sandford. "All right," that"s how it ran. "I"ll meet you at the bridge at eight-thirty.-R.S." Well, it was near as might be to eight-thirty-a few minutes after-when Jimmy Brown heard the cry and the splash."
"I don"t know whether you"ve met Sandford at all?" went on Colonel Melchett. "He"s been down here about a month. One of these modern day young architects who build peculiar houses. He"s doing a house for Allington. G.o.d knows what it"s going to be like-full of new-fangled stuff, I suppose. Gla.s.s dinner table and surgical chairs made of steel and webbing. Well, that"s neither here nor there, but it shows the kind of chap Sandford is. Bolshie, you know-no morals."
"Seduction," said Sir Henry mildly, "is quite an old-established crime though it does not, of course, date back so far as murder."
Colonel Melchett stared.
"Oh! yes," he said. "Quite. Quite."
"Well, Sir Henry," said Drewitt, "there it is-an ugly business, but plain. This young Sandford gets the girl into trouble. Then he"s all for clearing off back to London. He"s got a girl there-nice young lady-he"s engaged to be married to her. Well, naturally this business, if she gets to hear of it, may cook his goose good and proper. He meets Rose at the bridge-it"s a misty evening, no one about-he catches her by the shoulders and pitches her in. A proper young swine-and deserves what"s coming to him. That"s my opinion."
Sir Henry was silent for a minute or two. He perceived a strong undercurrent of local prejudice. A new-fangled architect was not likely to be popular in the conservative village of St Mary Mead.
"There is no doubt, I suppose, that this man, Sandford, was actually the father of the coming child?" he asked.
"He"s the father all right," said Drewitt. "Rose Emmott let out as much to her father. She thought he"d marry her. Marry her! Not he!"
"Dear me," thought Sir Henry. "I seem to be back in mid-Victorian melodrama. Unsuspecting girl, the villain from London, the stern father, the betrayal-we only need the faithful village lover. Yes, I think it"s time I asked about him."
And aloud he said: "Hadn"t the girl a young man of her own down here?"
"You mean Joe Ellis?" said the Inspector. "Good fellow Joe. Carpentering"s his trade. Ah! If she"d stuck to Joe-"
Colonel Melchett nodded approval.
"Stick to your own cla.s.s," he snapped.
"How did Joe Ellis take this affair?" asked Sir Henry.
"n.o.body knew how he was taking it," said the Inspector. "He"s a quiet fellow, is Joe. Close. Anything Rose did was right in his eyes. She had him on a string all right. Just hoped she"d come back to him some day-that was his att.i.tude, I reckon."
"I"d like to see him," said Sir Henry.
"Oh! We"re going to look him up," said Colonel Melchett. "We"re not neglecting any line. I thought myself we"d see Emmott first, then Sandford, and then we can go on and see Ellis. That suits you, c.l.i.thering?"
Sir Henry said it would suit him admirably.
They found Tom Emmott at the Blue Boar. He was a big burly man of middle age with a shifty eye and a truculent jaw.
"Glad to see you, gentlemen-good morning, Colonel. Come in here and we can be private. Can I offer you anything, gentlemen? No? It"s as you please. You"ve come about this business of my poor girl. Ah! She was a good girl, Rose was. Always was a good girl-till this b.l.o.o.d.y swine-beg pardon, but that"s what he is-till he came along. Promised her marriage, he did. But I"ll have the law on him. Drove her to it, he did. Murdering swine. Bringing disgrace on all of us. My poor girl."
"Your daughter distinctly told you that Mr Sandford was responsible for her condition?" asked Melchett crisply.
"She did. In this very room she did."
"And what did you say to her?" asked Sir Henry.
"Say to her?" The man seemed momentarily taken aback.
"Yes. You didn"t, for example, threaten to turn her out of the house."
"I was a bit upset-that"s only natural. I"m sure you"ll agree that"s only natural. But, of course, I didn"t turn her out of the house. I wouldn"t do such a thing." He a.s.sumed virtuous indignation. "No. What"s the law for-that"s what I say. What"s the law for? He"d got to do the right by her. And if he didn"t, by G.o.d, he"d got to pay."
He brought down his fist on the table.
"What time did you last see your daughter?" asked Melchett.
"Yesterday-tea time."
"What was her manner then?"
"Well, much as usual. I didn"t notice anything. If I"d known-"
"But you didn"t know," said the Inspector drily.
They took their leave.
"Emmott hardly creates a favourable impression," said Sir Henry thoughtfully.
"Bit of a blackguard," said Melchett. "He"d have bled Sandford all right if he"d had the chance."
Their next call was on the architect. Rex Sandford was very unlike the picture Sir Henry had unconsciously formed of him. He was a tall young man, very fair and very thin. His eyes were blue and dreamy, his hair was untidy and rather too long. His speech was a little too ladylike.
Colonel Melchett introduced himself and his companions. Then pa.s.sing straight to the object of his visit, he invited the architect to make a statement as to his movements on the previous evening.
"You understand," he said warningly. "I have no power to compel a statement from you and any statement you make may be used in evidence against you. I want the position to be quite clear to you."
"I-I don"t understand," said Sandford.
"You understand that the girl Rose Emmott was drowned last night?"
"I know. Oh! it"s too, too distressing. Really, I haven"t slept a wink. I"ve been incapable of any work today. I feel responsible-terribly responsible."
He ran his hands through his hair, making it untidier still.
"I never meant any harm," he said piteously. "I never thought. I never dreamt she"d take it that way."
He sat down at a table and buried his face in his hands.
"Do I understand you to say, Mr Sandford, that you refuse to make a statement as to where you were last night at eight-thirty?"
"No, no-certainly not. I was out. I went for a walk."
"You went to meet Miss Emmott?"
"No. I went by myself. Through the woods. A long way."
"Then how do you account for this note, sir, which was found in the dead girl"s pocket?"
And Inspector Drewitt read it unemotionally aloud.
"Now, sir," he finished. "Do you deny that you wrote that?"
"No-no. You"re right. I did write it. Rose asked me to meet her. She insisted. I didn"t know what to do. So I wrote that note."
"Ah, that"s better," said the Inspector.
"But I didn"t go!" Sandford"s voice rose high and excited. "I didn"t go! I felt it would be much better not. I was returning to town tomorrow. I felt it would be better not-not to meet. I intended to write from London and-and make-some arrangement."
"You are aware, sir, that this girl was going to have a child, and that she had named you as its father?"
Sandford groaned, but did not answer.
"Was that statement true, sir?"
Sandford buried his face deeper.
"I suppose so," he said in a m.u.f.fled voice.
"Ah!" Inspector Drewitt could not disguise the satisfaction. "Now about this "walk" of yours. Is there anyone who saw you last night?"
"I don"t know. I don"t think so. As far as I can remember, I didn"t meet anybody."
"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 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 seat 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 must have done it herself." 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.