Thirteen

SECOND VISITOR

At the sight of Mrs. Oliver, Major Despard looked slightly taken aback. Under his tan his faceflushed a rich brick red. Embarrassment¹ made him jerky. He made for Anne.

“I apologize, Miss Meredith,” he said. “Been ringing your bell. Nothing happened. Was passingthis way. Thought I might just look you up.”

“I’m so sorry you’ve been ringing,” said Anne. “We haven’t got a maid—only a woman whocomes in the mornings.”

She introduced him to Rhoda.

Rhoda said briskly:

“Let’s have some tea. It’s getting chilly². We’d better go in.”

They all went into the house. Rhoda disappeared into the kitchen. Mrs. Oliver said:

“This is quite a coincidence—our all meeting here.”

Despard said slowly, “Yes.”

His eyes rested on her thoughtfully—appraising eyes.

“I’ve been telling Miss Meredith,” said Mrs. Oliver, who was thoroughly³ enjoying herself, “thatwe ought to have a plan of campaign. About the murder, I mean. Of course, that doctor did it.

Don’t you agree with me?”

“Couldn’t say. Very little to go on.”

Mrs. Oliver put on her “How like a man!” expression.

A certain air of constraint⁴ had settled over the three. Mrs. Oliver sensed it quickly enough.

When Rhoda brought in tea she rose and said she must be getting back to town. No, it was ever sokind of them, but she wouldn’t have any tea.

“I’m going to leave you my card,” she said. “Here it is, with my address on it. Come and see mewhen you come up to town, and we’ll talk everything over and see if we can’t think of somethingingenious to get to the bottom of things.”

“I’ll come out to the gate with you,” said Rhoda.

Just as they were walking down the path to the front gate, Anne Meredith ran out of the houseand overtook them.

“I’ve been thinking things over,” she said.

Her pale face looked unusually resolute⁵.

“Yes, my dear?”

“It’s extraordinarily⁶ kind of you, Mrs. Oliver, to have taken all this trouble. But I’d really rathernot do anything at all. I mean—it was all so horrible. I just want to forget about it.”

“My dear child, the question is, will you be allowed to forget about it?”

“Oh, I quite understand that the police won’t let it drop. They’ll probably come here and ask mea lot more questions. I’m prepared for that. But privately⁷, I mean, I don’t want to think about it—or be reminded of it in any way. I daresay I’m a coward, but that’s how I feel about it.”

“Oh, Anne!” cried Rhoda Dawes.

“I can understand your feeling, but I’m not at all sure that you’re wise,” said Mrs. Oliver. “Leftto themselves, the police will probably never find out the truth.”

Anne Meredith shrugged⁸ her shoulders.

“Does that really matter?”

“Matter?” cried Rhoda. “Of course it matters. It does matter, doesn’t it, Mrs. Oliver?”

“I should certainly say so,” said Mrs. Oliver dryly.

“I don’t agree,” said Anne obstinately⁹. “Nobody who knows me would ever think I’d done it. Idon’t see any reason for interfering¹⁰. It’s the business of the police to get at the truth.”

“Oh, Anne, you are spiritless,” said Rhoda.

“That’s how I feel, anyway,” said Anne. She held out her hand. “Thank you very much, Mrs.

Oliver. It’s very good of you to have bothered.”

“Of course, if you feel that way, there’s nothing more to be said,” said Mrs. Oliver cheerfully.

“I, at any rate, shall not let the grass grow under my feet. Good-bye, my dear. Look me up inLondon if you change your mind.”

She climbed into the car, started it, and drove off, waving a cheerful hand at the two girls.

Rhoda suddenly made a dash after the car and leapt on the running board.

“What you said—about looking you up in London,” she said breathlessly. “Did you only meanAnne, or did you mean me, too?”

Mrs. Oliver applied¹¹ the brake.

“I meant both of you, of course.”

“Oh, thank you. Don’t stop. I—perhaps I might come one day. There’s something—No, don’tstop. I can jump off.”

She did so and, waving a hand, ran back to the gate, where Anne was standing¹².

“What on earth—?” began Anne.

“Isn’t she a duck?” asked Rhoda enthusiastically. “I do like her. She had on odd stockings, didyou notice? I’m sure she’s frightfully clever. She must be—to write all those books. What fun ifshe found out the truth when the police and everyone were baffled.”

“Why did she come here?” asked Anne.

Rhoda’s eyes opened wide.

“Darling—she told you—”

Anne made an impatient gesture.

“We must go in. I forgot. I’ve left him all alone.”

“Major Despard? Anne, he’s frightfully good-looking, isn’t he?”

“I suppose he is.”

They walked up the path together.

Major Despard was standing by the mantelpiece, teacup in hand.

He cut short Anne’s apologies for leaving him.

“Miss Meredith, I want to explain why I’ve butted¹³ in like this.”

“Oh—but—”

“I said that I happened to be passing—that wasn’t strictly¹⁴ true. I came here on purpose.”

“How did you know my address?” asked Anne slowly.

“I got it from Superintendent¹⁵ Battle.”

He saw her shrink slightly at the name.

He went on quickly:

“Battle’s on his way here now. I happened to see him at Paddington. I got my car out and camedown here. I knew I could beat the train easily.”

“But why?”

Despard hesitated just a minute.

“I may have been presumptuous—but I had the impression that you were, perhaps, what iscalled ‘alone in the world.’”

“She’s got me,” said Rhoda.

Despard shot a quick glance at her, rather liking¹⁶ the gallant¹⁷ boyish figure that leant against themantelpiece and was following his words so intensely. They were an attractive pair, these two.

“I’m sure she couldn’t have a more devoted¹⁸ friend than you, Miss Dawes,” he said courteously;“but it occurred to me that, in the peculiar¹⁹ circumstances, the advice of someone with a good dashof world wisdom might not be amiss. Frankly²⁰, the situation is this: Miss Meredith is undersuspicion of having committed murder. The same thing applies to me and to the two other peoplewho were in the room last night. Such a situation is not agreeable—and it has its own peculiardifficulties and dangers which someone as young and inexperienced as you are, Miss Meredith,might not recognize. In my opinion, you ought to put yourself in the hands of a thoroughly goodsolicitor. Perhaps you have already done so?”

Anne Meredith shook her head.

“I never thought of it.”

“Exactly as I suspected. Have you got a good man—a London man, for choice?”

Again Anne shook her head.

“I’ve hardly ever needed a solicitor²¹.”

“There’s Mr. Bury,” said Rhoda. “But he’s about a hundred-and-two, and quite gaga.”

“If you’ll allow me to advise you, Miss Meredith, I recommend your going to Mr. Myherne, myown solicitor. Jacobs, Peel & Jacobs is the actual name of the firm. They’re first-class people, andthey know all the ropes.”

Anne had got paler. She sat down.

“Is it really necessary?” she asked in a low voice.

“I should say emphatically so. There are all sorts of legal pitfalls²².”

“Are these people very—expensive?”

“That doesn’t matter a bit,” said Rhoda. “That will be quite all right, Major Despard. I thinkeverything you say is quite true. Anne ought to be protected.”

“Their charges will, I think, be quite reasonable,” said Despard. He added seriously: “I really dothink it’s a wise course, Miss Meredith.”

“Very well,” said Anne slowly. “I’ll do it if you think so.”

“Good.”

Rhoda said warmly:

“I think it’s awfully²³ nice of you, Major Despard. Really frightfully nice.”

Anne said, “Thank you.”

She hesitated, and then said:

“Did you say Superintendent Battle was coming here?”

“Yes. You mustn’t be alarmed by that. It’s inevitable²⁴.”

“Oh, I know. As a matter of fact, I’ve been expecting him.”

Rhoda said impulsively²⁵:

“Poor darling—it’s nearly killing²⁶ her, this business. It’s such a shame—so frightfully unfair.”

Despard said:

“I agree—it’s a pretty beastly business—dragging a young girl into an affair of this kind. Ifanyone wanted to stick a knife into Shaitana, they ought to have chosen some other place or time.”

Rhoda asked squarely:

“Who do you think did it? Dr. Roberts or that Mrs. Lorrimer?”

A very faint smile stirred Despard’s moustache.

“May have done it myself, for all you know.”

“Oh, no,” cried Rhoda. “Anne and I know you didn’t do it.”

He looked at them both with kindly²⁷ eyes.

A nice pair of kids. Touchingly²⁸ full of faith and trust. A timid little creature, the Meredith girl.

Never mind, Myherne would see her through. The other was a fighter. He doubted if she wouldhave crumpled²⁹ up in the same way if she’d been in her friend’s place. Nice girls. He’d like toknow more about them.

These thoughts passed through his mind. Aloud he said: “Never take anything for granted, MissDawes. I don’t set as much value on human life as most people do. All this hysterical³⁰ fuss aboutroad deaths, for instance. Man is always in danger—from traffic, from germs, from a hundred-and-one things. As well be killed one way as another. The moment you begin being careful of yourself—adopting as your motto ‘Safety First’—you might as well be dead, in my opinion.”

“Oh, I do agree with you,” cried Rhoda. “I think one ought to live frightfully dangerously—ifone gets the chance that is. But life, on the whole, is terribly tame.”

“It has its moments.”

“Yes, for you. You go to out-of-the-way places and get mauled by tigers and shoot things andjiggers bury themselves in your toes and insects sting you, and everything’s terribly uncomfortablebut frightfully thrilling.”

“Well, Miss Meredith has had her thrill, too. I don’t suppose it often happens that you’veactually been in the room while a murder was committed—”

“Oh, don’t!” cried Anne.

He said quickly:

“I’m sorry.”

But Rhoda said with a sigh:

“Of course it was awful—but it was exciting, too! I don’t think Anne appreciates that side of it.

You know, I think that Mrs. Oliver is thrilled to the core to have been there that night.”

“Mrs.—? Oh, your fat friend who writes the books about the unpronounceable Finn. Is shetrying her hand at detection in real life?”

“She wants to.”

“Well, let’s wish her luck. It would be amusing if she put one over on Battle and Co.”

“What is Superintendent Battle like?” asked Rhoda curiously³¹.

Major Despard said gravely:

“He’s an extraordinarily astute³² man. A man of remarkable³³ ability.”

“Oh!” said Rhoda. “Anne said he looked rather stupid.”

“That, I should imagine, is part of Battle’s stock-in-trade. But we mustn’t make any mistakes.

Battle’s no fool.”

He rose.

“Well, I must be off. There’s just one other thing I’d like to say.”

Anne had risen also.

“Yes?” she said, as she held out her hand.

Despard paused a minute, picking his words carefully. He took her hand and retained it in his.

He looked straight into the wide, beautiful grey eyes.

“Don’t be offended with me,” he said. “I just want to say this: It’s humanly possible that theremay be some feature of your acquaintanceship with Shaitana that you don’t want to come out. Ifso—don’t be angry, please” (he felt the instinctive³⁴ pull of her hand)—“you are perfectly³⁵ withinyour rights in refusing to answer any questions Battle may ask unless your solicitor is present.”

Anne tore her hand away. Her eyes opened, their grey darkening with anger.

“There’s nothing—nothing … I hardly knew the beastly man.”

“Sorry,” said Major Despard. “Thought I ought to mention it.”

“It’s quite true,” said Rhoda. “Anne barely knew him. She didn’t like him much, but he gavefrightfully good parties.”

“That,” said Major Despard grimly, “seems to have been the only justification³⁶ for the late Mr.

Shaitana’s existence.”

Anne said in a cold voice:

“Superintendent Battle can ask me anything he likes. I’ve nothing to hide—nothing.”

Despard said very gently, “Please forgive me.”

She looked at him. Her anger dwindled³⁷. She smiled—it was a very sweet smile.

“It’s all right,” she said. “You meant it kindly, I know.”

She held out her hand again. He took it and said:

“We’re in the same boat, you know. We ought to be pals….”

It was Anne who went with him to the gate. When she came back Rhoda was staring out of thewindow and whistling. She turned as her friend entered the room.

“He’s frightfully attractive, Anne.”

“He’s nice, isn’t he?”

“A great deal more than nice … I’ve got an absolute passion for him. Why wasn’t I at thatdamned dinner instead of you? I’d have enjoyed the excitement—the net closing round me—theshadow of the scaffold—”

“No, you wouldn’t. You’re talking nonsense, Rhoda.”

Anne’s voice was sharp. Then it softened³⁸ as she said:

“It was nice of him to come all this way—for a stranger—a girl he’s only met once.”

“Oh, he fell for you. Obviously. Men don’t do purely³⁹ disinterested⁴⁰ kindnesses. He wouldn’thave come toddling⁴¹ down if you’d been cross-eyed and covered with pimples⁴².”

“Don’t you think so?”

“I do not, my good idiot. Mrs. Oliver’s a much more disinterested party.”

“I don’t like her,” said Anne abruptly⁴³. “I had a sort of feeling about her … I wonder what shereally came for?”

“The usual suspicions of your own sex. I daresay Major Despard had an axe⁴⁴ to grind if it comesto that.”

“I’m sure he hadn’t,” cried Anne hotly.

Then she blushed as Rhoda Dawes laughed.

 

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