Frank Abbott answered.
“It feels empty. I thought they’d better go over it for fingerprints before we looked inside.”
He got a brief nod of assent. March said sharply,
“What was it like behind the drawers? If there was worm, there’d be dust.”
“You’d say so if you’d seen our hands!” said Smith. “Not just wood dust either-cobwebs and all sorts. Comes of being short-handed in a big house like this. In the ordinary way all those drawers would come out at spring cleaning and the frame brushed down properly, but you could see these hadn’t been done for years.”
“Then why is the wallet so clean?”
“It mayn’t have been there long-I shouldn’t say it had. You see, there were these papers underneath, and his shirts on the top of them. He’d been opening and shutting the drawer every time he wanted one. The wallet would be shoved away at the back. Well, one day when his wife puts his laundry away the wallet gets pushed over the broken edge at the back of the drawer.”
“Was there any dust on it?”
March looked at Frank Abbott and got a shake of the head.
“Clean as a whistle.”
“Then it hadn’t been there long.”
“I should say not.”
March knotted the corners of the handkerchief again.
“Well, that’s as far as we can go until Redding has gone over it for prints. You’d better let him have it at once, Smith… Oh, just one thing before you go. How long between the cry and fall and your getting out of the room?”
“It’s difficult to say exactly-two minutes-perhaps three. What do you say, Abbott?”
Frank nodded.
“We were on the far side of the room, backs to the door- window and door about equi-distant.”
“But the wallet would be in sight of anyone opening the door?”
“Oh, yes. It’s a sizable room for an attic, with quite an uninterrupted view. We were both down on our knees. I’d got the wallet laid out on a handkerchief and was just going to tie it up, and Smith was half inside the empty chest feeling in all the corners. We had to get up, and then the stacked drawers were in the way-Smith barked his shin on a corner and brought them down. We had to get to the window and open it. Judy Elliot was leaning out of the window below us, and Pell was bending over the body. We spoke to him, and it wasn’t till after all that we found we were locked in. I picked up the wallet and knotted the handkerchief round it, and Smith kicked the lock out. I should say all of three minutes.”
“Yes, it would be. And you’ve no idea when the door was locked?”
“None-except that the most likely time would be when we were shifting the papers.”
“Yes. Well, that’s that. Did you finish searching the room?”
“Yes, while we were waiting for you. Smith stayed with the body whilst I carried on upstairs. I thought Mrs. Robbins would be wanting to go up there. We’d left the floor ankle-deep.”
“Find anything else?”
Frank held out a bulging envelope.
“This-at the back of the wash-stand drawer. Not the envelope-that’s only cover.”
Through the open flap a small cardboard box was visible- one of the sort which pull out like a match-box.
“Greenish pellets inside, like you said to look out for.”
March said rather grimly,
“The whole bag of tricks! All right, Redding must go over it. And the stuff must go to the analyst-but it looks as if Miss Silver had made a pretty good guess.”
Frank said, “Do you think it’s guessing? The Chief suspects her of-I don’t like to say the black arts, because he really has an uncommon respect for her, but I rather think there’ve been times when he wouldn’t have been surprised if she’d gone out of the window on a broomstick.”
March gave a half laugh.
“There’ve been times when I’ve felt like that myself! The fact is she comes to very close quarters with people-gets at them from the inside where we only get an outside view, and an artificial one at that, because by the time we come into it everyone concerned is hard at work covering up. We don’t see people being natural-she does. By the way, where is she?”
Frank threw up a hand.
“With Mrs. Robbins. The detective sunk in the ministering angel! And she does it just as well. In fact age doesn’t wither nor custom stale her infinite variety.”
March allowed himself a smile.
“And I wonder whether Cleopatra or Miss Silver would be the more disconcerted at the comparison… All right, Smith, take the wallet and that envelope to Redding, and let me have them back when he’s finished. I don’t suppose there’s anything left inside, but you never can tell. And just ask Miss Elliot to come here, will you. I’ll see her next.”
Frank stood back against the mantelpiece. That he was expected to stay was obvious. He certainly had no intention of going. He was here on a job, and he meant to see it through. Briefly and bitterly he concluded that if Judy didn’t like it she could lump it.
Randall March broke in upon this pleasant frame of mind.
“Why did Robbins leave that wallet where you were bound to find it? He must have known about the search. You were- how long in Jerome Pilgrim’s room?”
“Certainly twenty minutes-probably more.”
“Then why wasn’t Robbins up in his room getting rid of incriminating evidence?”
“Well, look here-he may have missed the wallet and never thought of looking where we found it. He may have thought someone had taken it-his wife for choice. I hear she’s been crying her eyes out over Henry Clayton. I think he’d suspect her before anyone. I think he’d suspect her, and hope she had destroyed it. And I think he’d let sleeping dogs lie. How’s that?”
“I don’t know-it might be-”
“As to his getting upstairs whilst we were in Jerome’s room, he was trying to go up, but Miss Columba caught him and had him into the morning-room to do a job on the window-catches there. Jerome was in there with Lesley Freyne. I should think it was then between twenty and a quarter to four. Lesley went away, Jerome went up to his room where we had just finished, and Robbins did his job in the morning-room. He then went upstairs and knocked on Jerome’s door. Lona Day opened it and asked him what he wanted. He said to speak to Mr. Jerome. She said he couldn’t-he must wait- Jerome was resting. In fact, nurse in defence of patient, and the only-over-my-dead-body touch. I don’t know what he wanted to say to Jerome, but it didn’t get said. Robbins then went upstairs, locked us in, and chucked himself out of the window next door.”
March said, “Pity Jerome didn’t see him.”
“Yes. Soothing music was being diffused by the wireless, and she wanted him to rest. He heard the knock of course, but I don’t think he took much notice of it. She went to the door, and then she went to her room. I gather she was backwards and forwards for a bit getting him his tea. She wanted him to have it at four, and then rest till supper-time.”
chapter 33
The door opened and Judy came in. She had taken off her overall and was wearing a dark blue skirt and jumper. Her hands were scrubbed and clean. There were dark smudges under her eyes. She avoided looking at Frank, but he looked at her with a long, cold stare. She may have felt it-it was that sort of look. She couldn’t very well lose colour, because she had none. She kept her head up.
March was very nice to her. He made her sit down, and said, “I’m afraid this is all very trying. I won’t keep you long. I believe you heard Robbins scream and fall?”
Judy said, “Yes.”
“Where were you, Miss Elliot?”
“In Major Pilgrim’s room.” She coloured a little. “The one he was using. The police told me I could clear up there, so I was getting it straight.”
“Well, you heard the scream. Was it just a cry? No words?”
Judy said, “I don’t know.” She had turned very pale. “That sounds stupid, but-I really don’t. It was a-a shock.” She kept her eyes on his face as she spoke. “If you mean did I hear any words, I didn’t.”