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Theweaponlayonthefloor-abronzefigureabouttwofeethigh,thebaseofitstainedandwet.MrSatterthwaitebentoveritcuriously.
"AVenus,"hesaidsoftly."Sohewa.s.struckdownbyVenus."
Hefoundfoodforpoeticmeditationinthethought.
"Thewindows,"saidtheinspector,"wereallclosedandboltedontheinside."
Hepausedsignificantly.
"Makinganinsidejobofit,"saidthechiefconstablereluctantly."Well-well,we'llsee."
Themurderedmanwasdressedingolfclothes,andabagofgolfclubshadbeenflunguntidilyacrossabigleathercouch.
"Justcomeinfromthelinks,"explainedtheinspector,followingthechiefconstable'sglance."Atfive-fifteen,thatwas.Hadteabroughtherebythebutler.Laterherangforhisvalettobringhimdownapairofsoftslippers.Asfaraswecantell,thevaletwasthelastpersontoseehimalive."
Melrosenodded,andturnedhisattentiononcemoretothewriting-table.
Agoodmanyoftheornamentshadbeenoverturnedandbroken.Prominentamongthesewasabigdarkenamelclock,whichlayonitssideintheverycentreofthetable.
Theinspectorclearedhisthroat.
"That'swhatyoumightcallapieceofluck,sir,"hesaid."Asyousee,it'sstopped.Athalfpastsix.Thatgivesusthetimeofthecrime.Veryconvenient."
TheColonelwa.s.staringattheclock.
"Asyousay,"heremarked."Veryconvenient."Hepausedaminute,andthenadded,"Tood.a.m.nedconvenient!Idon'tlikeit,Inspector."
Helookedaroundattheothertwo.HiseyesoughtMrQuin'swithalookofappealinit.
"d.a.m.nitall,"hesaid."It'stooneat.YouknowwhatImean.Thingsdon'thappenlikethat."
"Youmean,"murmuredMrQuin,"thatclocksdon'tfalllikethat?"
Melrosestaredathimforamoment,thenbackattheclock,whichhadthatpatheticandinnocentlookfamiliartoobjectswhichhavebeensuddenlybereftoftheirdignity.VerycarefullyColonelMelrosereplaceditonitslegsagain.Hestruckthetableaviolentblow.Theclockrocked,but.i.tdidnotfall.Melroserepeatedtheaction,andveryslowly,withakindofunwillingness,theclockfelloveronitsback.
"Whattimewasthecrimediscovered?"demandedMelrosesharply.
"Justaboutseveno'clock,sir."
"Whodiscoveredit?"
"Thebutler."
"Fetchhimin,"saidthechiefconstable."I'llseehimnow.WhereisLadyDwighton,bytheway?"
"Lyingdown,sir.Hermaidsaysthatshe'sprostratedandcan'tseeanyone."
Melrosenodded,andInspectorCurtiswentinsearchofthebutler.MrQuinwaslookingthoughtfullyintothefireplace.MrSatterthwaitefollowedhis.e.xample.Heblinkedatthesmoulderinglogsforaminuteortwo,andthensomethingbrightlyinginthegratecaughthiseye.Hestoopedandpickedupalittlesliverofcurvedgla.s.s.
"Youwantedme,sir?"
Itwasthebutler'svoice,stillquaveringanduncertain.MrSatterthwaiteslippedthefragmentofgla.s.sintohiswaistcoatpocketandturnedround.
Theoldmanwa.s.standinginthedoorway.
"Sitdown,"saidthechiefconstablekindly."You'reshakingallover.It'sbeenashocktoyou,Iexpect."
"Ithasindeed,sir."
"WellIshan'tkeepyoulong.Yourmastercameinjustafterfive,Ibelieve?"
"Yes,sir.Heorderedteatobebroughttohimhere.Afterward,whenIcametotakeitaway,heaskedforJenningstobesenttohim-that's.h.i.+svalet,sir."
"Whattimewasthat?"
"Abouttenminutespastsix,sir."
"Yes-well?"
"IsentwordtoJennings,sir.Anditwasn'ttillIcameinheretoshutthewindowsanddrawthecurtainsatseveno'clockthatIsaw-"
Melrosecuthimshort."Yes,yes,youneedn'tgointoallthat.Youdidn'ttouchthebody,ordisturbanything,didyou?"
"Oh!Noindeed,sir!IwentasfastasIcouldgotothetelephonetoringupthepolice."
"Andthen?"
"ItoldJanet-herladys.h.i.+p'smaid,sir-tobreakthenewstoherladys.h.i.+p."
"Youhaven'tseenyourmistressatallthisevening?"
ColonelMelroseputthequestioncasuallyenough,butMrSatterthwaite'skeenearscaughtanxietybehindthewords.
"Nottospeakto,sir.Herladys.h.i.+phasremainedinherownapartmentssincethetragedy."
"Didyouseeherbefore?"
Thequestioncamesharply,andeveryoneintheroomnotedthehesitationbeforethebutlerreplied.
"I-Ijustcaughtaglimpseofher,sir,descendingthestaircase."
"Didshecomeinhere?"
MrSatterthwaiteheldhisbreath.
"I-Ithinkso,sir."
"Whattimewasthat?"
Youmighthaveheardapindrop.Didtheoldmanknow,MrSatterthwaitewondered,whathungonhisanswer?
"Itwasjustuponhalfpastsix,sir."
ColonelMelrosedrewadeepbreath."Thatwilldo,thankyou.JustsendJennings,thevalet,tome,w.i.l.l.you?"
Jenningsansweredthesummonswithprompt.i.tude.Anarrow-facedmanwithacatliketread.Somethingslyandsecretiveabouthim.
Aman,thoughtMrSatterthwaite,whowouldeasilymurderhismasterifhecouldbesureofnotbeingfoundout.
Helistenedeagerlytotheman'sanswerstoColonelMelrose'squestions.Buthisstoryseemedstraightforwardenough.Hehadbroughthismasterdownsomesofthideslippersandremovedthebrogues.
"Whatdidyoudoafterthat,Jennings?"
"Iwentbacktothestewards'room,sir."
"Atwhattimedidyouleaveyourmaster?"
"Itmusthavebeenjustafteraquarterpastsix,sir."
"Wherewereyouathalfpastsix,Jennings?"
"Inthestewards'room,sir."
ColonelMelrosedismissedthemanwithanod.HelookedacrossatCurtisinquiringly.
"Quitecorrect,sir,Icheckedthatup.Hewasinthestewards'roomfromaboutsix-twentyuntilseveno'clock."
"Thenthatlets.h.i.+mout,"saidthechiefconstableatrifleregretfully."Besides,there'snomotive."
Theylookedateachother.
Therewasatapatthedoor.
"Comein,"saidthecolonel.
Ascared-lookinglady'smaidappeared.
"Ifyouplease,herladys.h.i.+phasheardthatColonelMelroseishereandshewouldliketoseehim."
"Certainly,"saidMelrose."I'llcomeatonce.w.i.l.l.youshowmetheway?"
Butahandpushedthegirlaside.Averydifferentfigurenowstoodinthedoorway.LauraDwightonlookedlikeavisitorfromanotherworld.
Shewasdressedinaclingingmedievalteagownofdull-bluebrocade.Herauburnhairwaspartedinthemiddleandbroughtdownoverherears.Consciousofthefactshehadastyleofherown,LadyDwightonhadneverhadherhaircut.Itwasdrawnbackintoasimpleknotonthenapeofherneck.Herarmswerebare.
Oneofthemwasoutstretchedtosteadyherself.a.gainsttheframeofthedoorway,theotherhungdownbyherside,claspingabook.Shelooks,MrSatterthwaitethought,likeaMadonnafromanearlyItaliancanvas.
Shestoodthere,swayingslightlyfromsidetoside.ColonelMelrosesprangtowardher.
"I'vecometotellyou-totellyou-"
Hervoicewaslowandrich.MrSatterthwaitewa.s.soentrancedwiththedramaticvalueofthescenethathehadforgottenitsreality.
"Please,LadyDwighton-"Melrosehadanarmroundher,supportingher.Hetookheracrossthehallintoasmallanteroom,itswallshungwithfadedsilk.QuinandSatterthwaitefollowed.Shesankdownonthelowsettee,herheadrestingbackonarust-colouredcus.h.i.+on,hereyelidsclosed.Thethreemenwatchedher.Suddenlysheopenedhereyesandsatup.Shespokeveryquietly.
"Ikilledhim,"shesaid."That'swhatIcametotellyou.Ikilledhim!"
Therewasamoment'sagonizedsilence.MrSatterthwaite'sheartmissedabeat.
"LadyDwighton,"saidMelrose."You'vehadagreatshock-you'reunstrung.Idon'tthinkyouquiteknowwhatyou'resaying."
Wouldshedrawbacknow-whiletherewasyettime?
"IknowperfectlywhatI'msaying.ItwasIwhoshothim."
Twoofthemenintheroomgasped,theothermadenosound.LauraDwightonleanedstillfartherforward.
"Don'tyouunderstand?Icamedownandshothim.Iadmit.i.t."
Thebookshehadbeenholdinginherhandclatteredtothefloor.Therewasapapercutterinit,athingshapedlikeadaggerwithajewelledhilt.MrSatterthwaitepickeditupmechanicallyandplaceditonthetable.Ashedidsohethought,That'sadangeroustoy.Youcouldkillamanwiththat.
"Well-"LauraDwighton'svoicewasimpatient-"whatareyougoingtodoabout.i.t?Arrestme?Takemeaway?"
ColonelMelrosefoundhisvoicewithdifficulty.
"Whatyouhavetoldmeisveryserious,LadyDwighton.ImustaskyoutogotoyourroomtillIhave-er-madearrangements."
Shenoddedandrosetoherfeet.Shewasquitecomposednow,graveandcold.
a.s.sheturnedtowardthedoor,MrQuinspoke.
"Whatdidyoudowiththerevolver,LadyDwighton?"
Aflickerofuncertaintypa.s.sedacrossherface."I-Idroppeditthereonthefloor.No,IthinkIthrewitoutofthewindow-oh!Ican'tremembernow.Whatdoesitmatter?IhardlyknewwhatIwasdoing.Itdoesn'tmatter,doesit?"
"No,"saidMrQuin."Ihardlythinkitmatters."
Shelookedathiminperplexitywithashadeofsomethingthatmighthavebeenalarm.Thensheflungbackherheadandwentimperiouslyoutoftheroom.MrSatterthwaitehastenedafterher.Shemight,hefelt,collapseatanyminute.Butshewasalreadyhalfwayupthestaircase,displayingnosignofherearlierweakness.Thescared-lookingmaidwa.s.standingatthefootofthestairway,andMrSatterthwaitespoketoherauthoritatively.
"Lookafteryourmistress,"hesaid.
"Yes,sir."Thegirlpreparedtoascendaftertheblue-robedfigure."Oh,please,sir,theydon'tsuspecthim,dothey?"
"Suspectwhom?"
"Jennings,sir.Oh!Indeed,sir,hewouldn'thurtafly."
"Jennings?No,ofcoursenot.Goandlookafteryourmistress."