"It was only perhaps an idea of mine, sir," he stammered,--"just a sort of idea ... I dare say I was mistaken. My hearing ain"t what it was, sir...."
"Don"t you try to hoodwink me," said Manderton, with sudden ferocity, knitting his brows and frowning at the unfortunate butler. "Come on and tell us what you heard. Mr. Greve knows and I mean to. Out with it!"
Bude cast a reproachful glance at Robin. Then he said:
"Well, sir, a minute or two after Mr. Greve had pa.s.sed me, I went back to the hall and through the open door of the corridor leading to the library, I heard voices!"
"Voices, eh? Did you recognize them?"
"No, sir. It was just the sound of talking!"
"You told Miss Trevert they were loud voices, Bude!" Robin interrupted.
"Yes, sir," replied the butler, "they were loudish in a manner o"
speaking, else I shouldn"t have heard them!"
"Why not?"
The detective rapped the question out sharply.
"Why, because the library door was locked, sir!"
"How do you know that?"
"Because Miss Trevert and Dr. Romain both tried the handle and couldn"t get in!"
"Ah!" said Manderton, "you mean the door was locked _when the body was found!_ Now, as to these voices. Were they men"s voices?"
"Yes, sir, I should say so."
"Why?"
"Because they were deep-like!"
"Was Mr. Hartley Parrish"s voice one of them?"
The butler spread out his hands.
"That I couldn"t say! I just heard the murmur-like, then shut the pa.s.sage door quickly ..."
"Why?"
"Well, sir, I thought ... I didn"t want to listen...."
"You thought one of the voices was Mr. Greve"s, eh? Having a row with Mr. Parrish, eh? About the lady, isn"t that right?"
"Aren"t you going rather too fast?" said Robin quietly.
But the detective ignored him.
"Come on and answer my question, my man," he said harshly. "Didn"t you think it was Mr. Hartley Parrish and Mr. Greve here having a bit of a dust-up about the young lady being engaged to Mr. Parrish?"
"Well, perhaps I did, but...."
Like a flash the detective turned on Robin.
"What do you know about this?" he demanded fiercely.
"Nothing," said Greve. "As I have told you already, I did not see Mr.
Parrish alive again after lunch, nor did I speak to him. What I would suggest to you now is that upon this evidence of Bude"s depends the vitally important question of how Mr. Parrish met his death. Though he was found with a revolver in his hand, none of us in this house know of any good motive for his suicide. I put it to you that the man who can furnish us with this motive is the owner of the voice heard by Bude in conversation with Mr. Parrish, since obviously n.o.body other than Mr.
Parrish and possibly this unknown person was in the library block at the time. And I would further remark, Mr. Manderton, that, until the bullet has been extracted, we do not know that Mr. Parrish killed _himself_..."
"No," said the detective significantly, "we don"t!"
He had dropped his eyes to the ground now and was studying the pattern of the hearth-rug.
"You say you heard no shot?" he suddenly asked Robin.
"No!"
"No one other than Miss Trevert, I gather, heard the shot?"
"That is so!"
Mr. Manderton consulted a slip of paper which he drew from his pocket.
"Inspector Humphries," he said, "has drawn up a rough time-table of events leading up to Mr. Parrish"s death, based on the evidence he has taken here this evening. You will tell me if it tallies."
He read from the slip:
5 P.M. Bude sounds the gong for tea.
5.10 Mr. Greve pa.s.ses Bude in the hall and goes down the corridor leading to the library.
Mr. Greve states he went straight out by the side door into the gardens.
The detective looked up from his reading.
"At 5.12, let us say, Bude comes back from the servants" quarters to the hall and hears voices from the library. He closes the pa.s.sage door. Is that right?"
Bude nodded.
"It would be about two minutes after I saw Mr. Greve the first time," he agreed.
"Very well!"
The detective resumed his reading.
5.15 P.M. Miss Trevert goes to fetch Mr. Parrish in to tea. She finds the library door locked. Tries the handle and hears a shot.