"If you"ll forgive me, Countess, I don"t think, at any rate, that you ladies ought to come in here."
"And, pray, why not, Major Reith; what has happened?"
The major signalled with his eyes to the earl; the countess caught him in the act.
"It"s no good your trying to tell the earl that I"m to be got rid of. I insist, Major Reith, upon your telling me what that mark on the carpet means."
"I"m afraid, Lady Cantyre, that there"s been foul play."
The major was plainly embarra.s.sed.
"At Avonham? In my house? Foul play? What do you mean?"
The major"s embarra.s.sment did not grow less, which she seemed to resent.
"What is it you are trying to find words to hide? Violet, you at least are my friend. What is it that Major Reith does not wish me to know?
Tell me, in two words, what has happened."
"Mr. Noel Draycott has been murdered."
There burst a chorus of exclamation from all the a.s.sembled people. One or two of the more sensitive feminine spirits shrieked. One elderly lady pressed boldly to the front, heedless of the fact that the state of deshabille that she was in disclosed an amazing absence of hair on her head:
"I don"t know about anybody having been murdered, but I know that I"ve been robbed."
The hostess turned to her.
"d.u.c.h.ess!"
"Every bit of jewellery I brought with me has been stolen."
A feminine voice exclaimed:
"What! the Ditchling diamonds?"
"You saw that I was wearing them to-night at the ball? Well, they"re gone--stolen--every one!"
"But--are you sure?" The hostess was regarding the hairless lady with a look of very genuine concern.
"I was fast asleep when something woke me. I couldn"t think what it was. I always sleep with the lights out. I could see nothing, but I had a feeling that there was somebody in the room. There"s an electric light over my bed; I tried to turn it on, but it wouldn"t come. I suppose the noise I had made had been noticed. I heard someone moving quickly across the floor. I sat up in bed. "Who"s there?" I asked. The only answer was that the door was opened. I got out of bed--I"m not so young as I was, and I"m not built for rapid movement; getting out of bed takes me some time. By the time I was well planted on my feet I knew quite well that whoever had been in my room was gone. I turned on the light at the door. As I expected, the room was empty, the door was shut; and, also what I expected, my jewel-case was lying empty on the floor. I thought I had heard something fall, and that was it.
Everything was taken out of it; from what I saw, not so much as a ring had been left. I was just going to ring the bell, though whether any good would come of it I doubted--I have rung an electric bell in the middle of the night for an hour at a time, and no one has paid the slightest attention--but just as I was going to do it someone went rushing past my door, and, of course, I opened it to see if it was the thief, and a gun went off somewhere downstairs, and all the other bedroom doors seemed to open at once, everyone came out of them, and there was a pretty to-do, and then they went downstairs, and I came with them. I don"t know what it"s all about; all I do know is that every bit of jewellery I had has been stolen."
The d.u.c.h.ess"s somewhat incoherent narrative was greeted by a chorus of feminine voices:
"I"ve been robbed, too!"
"So have I!"
"Everything I had has been taken!"
"I"ve been stripped of every single thing!"
It would seem as if all the guests at Avonham had suffered from a series of mishaps. The host thrust in his word:
"By George! Do you know, Margaret, I shouldn"t wonder if you had been robbed."
"Rupert!"
"That"s what woke me--the feeling that someone was in the room, or, rather, had just gone out of it. I had an idea the door had just been shut. I had it so strongly that I got up and went out into the pa.s.sage to see if there was anyone about. Then I heard a fine how-d"ye-do going on downstairs, and I went back into the room and switched on the light, and you woke up."
"Of course. Do you think I"m one of the Seven Sleepers? You"d have woke the dead. I asked what was the matter, and, instead of answering, you kept cramming yourself into your dressing-gown, and I could hardly credit my senses when, without a word, you rushed out of the room, and left me all alone."
"I"ll bet a penny that somebody had been in the room, and that it wasn"t fancy my thinking that someone had just shut the door. Where were your jewels?"
"They were in the case on the table."
"I"ll lay a trifle that they"re not there now. It looks very much as if the place had been plundered on a wholesale scale. What"s that you said about Noel Draycott?"
This inquiry was addressed to the major, who explained to the best of his ability. The earl continued:
"I heard what seemed a jolly row going on downstairs--that"s what brought me. But--could it have been Draycott? What could he have been having a row about, and with whom?"
A suggestion came from Sir Gerrard Ackroyd.
"He might have heard the thief, chased him, and have brought him to bay, and in the row which followed he might have got the worst of it.
That sort of chap doesn"t stick at trifles."
"But this is the most extraordinary thing of which I have ever heard: that anyone should have had the audacity to go into the bedrooms, one after the other. In each case it looks as if he knew just where the jewels were kept; and look at the risks he ran! Then he comes downstairs, and meets Draycott. Could Draycott have fired that shot?"
Again the question was addressed to the major.
"It could not have been. It was after we had found him lying dead that the shot was fired, and it was while we had gone to see who fired the shot that the body vanished."
"His body? You talk as if you were sure that he was dead, but was he?"
"I"ve had some experience of dead men. I ought to know one when I see him. I had an opportunity of examining him before Miss Forster came in.
I should have been prepared to a.s.sert positively that he was dead, and I"m prepared to do so still. I do not believe that in such a matter I could have been so mistaken."
"But, my dear man, if he was lying dead upon the floor, he could not have picked himself up and walked away, could he?"
"Presumably not."
"Presumably! Did you ever hear of a dead man that did? Very well, then.
And you say there wasn"t time for anyone to come in and carry him off; and, mind you, it would have taken a good many minutes. Someone would have seen them, wouldn"t they? The whole house was up and about by then. Two people can"t walk about carrying a corpse without being noticed; and, even granting it, they must have planked him down somewhere. The only question is, where?"
"I should say that the thing to do is to go up to Mr. Noel Draycott"s room, and see if he is in it--alive or dead."
This practical suggestion, which came from Sir Gerrard Ackroyd, was acted on then and there. Noel Draycott"s room was empty. More, it seemed that it had never been occupied; at least, since he had dressed for the ball. There was a tweed suit, which he had exchanged for dress, lying just as it was extremely likely he had placed it. It was the same with all his other garments. There was nothing whatever unusual about the appearance of the room, nothing to show that anybody had entered it since its occupant had gone down to dance at the ball.