II
“Mrs. Fortescue,” said
Inspector1 Neele, “do you mind telling me your
name before you were married.”
“Oh!” Jennifer
gasped2. She looked frightened.
“You needn’t be nervous, madam,” said Inspector Neele, “but it’s much
better to come out with the truth. I’m right, I think, in saying that your
name before you were married was
Ruby3 MacKenzie?”
“My—well, oh well—oh dear—well, why shouldn’t it be?” said Mrs. Per-
cival Fortescue.
“No reason at all,” said Inspector Neele gently, and added: “I was talking
to your mother a few days ago at Pinewood Sanatorium.”
“She’s very angry with me,” said Jennifer. “I never go and see her now
because it only upsets her. Poor Mumsy, she was so
devoted4 to Dad, you
know.”
“And she brought you up to have very melodramatic ideas of revenge?”
“Yes,” said Jennifer. “She kept making us swear on the Bible that we’d
never forget and that we’d kill him one day. Of course, once I’d gone into
hospital and started my training, I began to realize that her mental bal-
ance wasn’t what it should be.”
“You yourself must have felt revengeful though, Mrs. Fortescue?”
“Well, of course I did. Rex Fortescue practically murdered my father! I
don’t mean he actually shot him, or knifed him or anything like that. But
I’m quite certain that he did leave Father to die. That’s the same thing, isn’t
it?”
“It’s the same thing morally—yes.”
“So I did want to pay him back,” said Jennifer. “When a friend of mine
came to nurse his son I got her to leave and to propose my replacing her. I
don’t know exactly what I meant to do … I didn’t, really I didn’t, Inspector,
I never meant to kill Mr. Fortescue. I had some idea, I think, of nursing his
son so badly that the son would die. But of course, if you are a nurse by
profession you can’t do that sort of thing. Actually I had quite a job pulling
Val through. And then he got fond of me and asked me to marry him and I
thought, ‘Well, really that’s a far more sensible revenge than anything
else.” I mean, to marry Mr. Fortescue’s
eldest5 son and get the money he
swindled Father out of back that way. I think it was a far more sensible
way.”
“Yes, indeed,” said Inspector Neele, “far more sensible.” He added, “It
was you, I suppose, who put the blackbirds on the desk and in the pie?”
Mrs. Percival flushed.
“Yes. I suppose it was silly of me really … But Mr. Fortescue had been
talking about suckers one day and boasting of how he’d swindled people—
got the best of them. Oh, in quite a legal way. And I thought I’d just like to
give him—well, a kind of fright. And it did give him a fright! He was aw-
fully6 upset.” She added anxiously, “But I didn’t do anything else! I didn’t
really, Inspector. You don’t—you don’t honestly think I would murder any-
one, do you?”
Inspector Neele smiled.
“No,” he said, “I don’t.” He added: “By the way, have you given Miss
Dove any money lately?”
“How did you know?”
“We know a lot of things,” said Inspector Neele and added to himself:
“And guess a good many, too.”
Jennifer continued, speaking rapidly:
“She came to me and said that you’d accused her of being Ruby MacKen-
zie. She said if I’d get hold of five hundred pounds she’d let you go on
thinking so. She said if you knew that I was Ruby MacKenzie, I’d be sus-
pected of murdering Mr. Fortescue and my stepmother. I had an awful job
getting the money, because of course I couldn’t tell Percival. He doesn’t
know about me. I had to sell my diamond engagement ring and a very
beautiful necklace Mr. Fortescue gave me.”
“Don’t worry, Mrs. Percival,” said Inspector Neele, “I think we can get
your money back for you.”
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