寓所谜案9

Eight

We were rather silent on our way down to the police station. Haydockdrew behind a little and murmured to me:

“You know I don’t like the look of this. I don’t like it. There’s somethinghere we don’t understand.”

He looked thoroughly¹ worried and upset.

Inspector² Slack was at the police station and presently we foundourselves face to face with Lawrence Redding.

He looked pale and strained but quite composed—marvellously so, Ithought, considering the circumstances. Melchett snorted and hummed,obviously nervous.

“Look here, Redding,” he said, “I understand you made a statement toInspector Slack here. You state you went to the Vicarage at approximatelya quarter to seven, found Protheroe there, quarrelled with him, shot him,and came away. I’m not reading it over to you, but that’s the gist³ of it.”

“Yes.”

“I’m going to ask a few questions. You’ve already been told that youneedn’t answer them unless you choose. Your solicitor—”

Lawrence interrupted.

“I’ve nothing to hide. I killed Protheroe.”

“Ah! well—” Melchett snorted. “How did you happen to have a pistolwith you?”

Lawrence hesitated. “It was in my pocket.”

“You took it with you to the Vicarage?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“I always take it.”

He had hesitated again before answering, and I was absolutely sure thathe was not speaking the truth.

“Why did you put the clock back?”

“The clock?” He seemed puzzled.

“Yes, the hands pointed⁴ to 6:22.”

A look of fear sprang up in his face.

“Oh! that—yes. I—I altered it.”

Haydock spoke⁵ suddenly.

“Where did you shoot Colonel Protheroe?”

“In the study at the Vicarage.”

“I mean in what part of the body?”

“Oh!—I—through the head, I think. Yes, through the head.”

“Aren’t you sure?”

“Since you know, I can’t see why it is necessary to ask me.”

It was a feeble kind of bluster⁶. There was some commotion⁷ outside. Aconstable without a helmet brought in a note.

“For the Vicar. It says very urgent on it.”

I tore it open and read:

“Please—please—come to me. I don’t know what to do. It isall too awful. I want to tell someone. Please come immedi-ately, and bring anyone you like with you. Anne Pro-theroe.”

I gave Melchett a meaning glance. He took the hint. We all went out to-gether. Glancing over my shoulder, I had a glimpse of Lawrence Redding’sface. His eyes were riveted⁸ on the paper in my hand, and I have hardlyever seen such a terrible look of anguish⁹ and despair in any human be-ing’s face.

I remembered Anne Protheroe sitting on my sofa and saying:

“I’m a desperate woman,” and my heart grew heavy within me. I sawnow the possible reason for Lawrence Redding’s heroic self-accusation.

Melchett was speaking to Slack.

“Have you got any line on Redding’s movements earlier in the day?

There’s some reason to think he shot Protheroe earlier than he says. Geton to it, will you?”

He turned to me and without a word I handed him Anne Protheroe’s let-ter. He read it and pursed up his lips in astonishment¹⁰. Then he looked atme inquiringly.

“Is this what you were hinting at this morning?”

“Yes. I was not sure then if it was my duty to speak. I am quite surenow.” And I told him of what I had seen that night in the studio.

The Colonel had a few words with the Inspector and then we set off forOld Hall. Dr. Haydock came with us.

A very correct butler opened the door, with just the right amount ofgloom in his bearing.

“Good morning,” said Melchett. “Will you ask Mrs. Protheroe’s maid totell her we are here and would like to see her, and then return here andanswer a few questions.”

The butler hurried away and presently returned with the news that hehad despatched the message.

“Now let’s hear something about yesterday,” said Colonel Melchett.

“Your master was in to lunch?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And in his usual spirits?”

“As far as I could see, yes, sir.”

“What happened after that?”

“After luncheon¹¹ Mrs. Protheroe went to lie down and the Colonel wentto his study. Miss Lettice went out to a tennis party in the two-seater. Col-onel and Mrs. Protheroe had tea at four thirty, in the drawing room. Thecar was ordered for five-thirty to take them to the village. Immediatelyafter they had left Mr. Clement¹² rang up”—he bowed to me—“I told himthey had started.”

“H’m,” said Colonel Melchett. “When was Mr. Redding last here?”

“On Tuesday afternoon, sir.”

“I understand that there was a disagreement between them?”

“I believe so, sir. The Colonel gave me orders that Mr. Redding was notto be admitted in future.”

“Did you overhear the quarrel at all?” asked Colonel Melchett bluntly.

“Colonel Protheroe, sir, had a very loud voice, especially when it wasraised in anger. I was unable to help overhearing a few words here andthere.”

“Enough to tell you the cause of the dispute?”

“I understood, sir, that it had to do with a portrait Mr. Redding had beenpainting—a portrait of Miss Lettice.”

Melchett grunted¹³.

“Did you see Mr. Redding when he left?”

“Yes, sir, I let him out.”

“Did he seem angry?”

“No, sir; if I may say so, he seemed rather amused.”

“Ah! He didn’t come to the house yesterday?”

“No, sir.”

“Anyone else come?”

“Not yesterday, sir.”

“Well, the day before?”

“Mr. Dennis Clement came in the afternoon. And Dr. Stone was here forsome time. And there was a lady in the evening.”

“A lady?” Melchett was surprised. “Who was she?”

The butler couldn’t remember her name. It was a lady he had not seenbefore. Yes, she had given her name, and when he told her that the familywere at dinner, she had said that she would wait. So he had shown herinto the little morning room.

She had asked for Colonel Protheroe, not Mrs. Protheroe. He had toldthe Colonel and the Colonel had gone to the morning room directly dinnerwas over.

How long had the lady stayed? He thought about half an hour. The Col-onel himself had let her out. Ah! Yes, he remembered her name now. Thelady had been a Mrs. Lestrange.

This was a surprise.

“Curious,” said Melchett. “Really very curious.”

But we pursued the matter no further, for at that moment a messagecame that Mrs. Protheroe would see us.

Anne was in bed. Her face was pale and her eyes very bright. There wasa look on her face that puzzled me—a kind of grim determination. Shespoke to me.

“Thank you for coming so promptly,” she said. “I see you’ve understoodwhat I meant by bringing anyone you liked with you.” She paused.

“It’s best to get it over quickly, isn’t it?” she said. She gave a queer, half-pathetic little smile. “I suppose you’re the person I ought to say it to, Col-onel Melchett. You see, it was I who killed my husband.”

Colonel Melchett said gently:

“My dear Mrs. Protheroe—”

“Oh! It’s quite true. I suppose I’ve said it rather bluntly, but I never cango into hysterics over anything. I’ve hated him for a long time, and yester-day I shot him.”

She lay back on the pillows and closed her eyes.

“That’s all. I suppose you’ll arrest me and take me away. I’ll get up anddress as soon as I can. At the moment I am feeling rather sick.”

“Are you aware, Mrs. Protheroe, that Mr. Lawrence Redding has alreadyaccused himself of committing the crime?”

Anne opened her eyes and nodded brightly.

“I know. Silly boy. He’s very much in love with me, you know. It wasfrightfully noble of him—but very silly.”

“He knew that it was you who had committed the crime?”

“Yes.”

“How did he know?”

She hesitated.

“Did you tell him?”

Still she hesitated. Then at last she seemed to make up her mind.

“Yes—I told him….”

She twitched¹⁴ her shoulders with a movement of irritation¹⁵.

“Can’t you go away now? I’ve told you. I don’t want to talk about it any-more.”

“Where did you get the pistol, Mrs. Protheroe?”

“The pistol! Oh, it was my husband’s. I got it out of the drawer of hisdressing table.”

“I see. And you took it with you to the Vicarage?”

“Yes. I knew he would be there—”

“What time was this?”

“It must have been after six—quarter—twenty past—something likethat.”

“You took the pistol meaning to shoot your husband?”

“No—I—meant it for myself.”

“I see. But you went to the Vicarage?”

“Yes. I went along to the window. There were no voices. I looked in. Isaw my husband. Something came over me—and I fired.”

“And then?”

“Then? Oh, then I went away.”

“And told Mr. Redding what you had done?”

Again I noticed the hesitation¹⁷ in her voice before she said “Yes.”

“Did anybody see you entering or leaving the Vicarage?”

“No—at least, yes. Old Miss Marple. I talked to her for a few minutes.

She was in her garden.”

She moved restlessly on the pillows.

“Isn’t that enough? I’ve told you. Why do you want to go on botheringme?”

Dr. Haydock moved to her side and felt her pulse.

He beckoned¹⁸ to Melchett.

“I’ll stay with her,” he said in a whisper, “whilst you make the necessaryarrangements. She oughtn’t to be left. Might do herself a mischief¹⁹.”

Melchett nodded.

We left the room and descended²⁰ the stairs. I saw a thin, cadaverous-looking man come out of the adjoining room and on impulse I remountedthe stairs.

“Are you Colonel Protheroe’s valet?”

The man looked surprised. “Yes, sir.”

“Do you know whether your late master kept a pistol anywhere?”

“Not that I know of, sir.”

“Not in one of the drawers of his dressing¹⁶ table? Think, man.”

The valet shook his head decisively.

“I’m quite sure he didn’t, sir. I’d have seen it if so. Bound to.”

I hurried down the stairs after the others.

Mrs. Protheroe had lied about the pistol.

Why?

 

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