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suitable that he should remain at the hotel.”

“The Golf Hotel?”

“Yes.”

“Quite,” said Inspector Neele.

Ellen gathered up the sheets and towels and

went out of the room.

Mary Dove looked inquiringly at Neele.

“You wanted to see me about something?”

Neele said pleasantly:

“It’s becoming important to get exact times

very clearly stated. Members of the family all

seem a little vague about time–perhaps

understandably. You, on the other hand, Miss Dove, I have found extremely accurate

in your statements as to times.”

“Again understandably!”

“Yes–perhaps–I must certainly congratu-

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late you on the way you have kept this house

going in spite of the–well panic–these last

deaths must have caused.” He paused and

then asked curiously: “How did you do

it?”

He had realised, astutely, that the one

chink in the armour of Mary Dove’s inscrutability

was her pleasure in her own efficiency.

She unbent slightly now as she answered.

“The Crumps wanted to leave at once, of

course.”

“We couldn’t have allowed that.”

“I know. But I also told them that Mr.

Percival Fortescue would be more likely to

be–well–generous–to those who had spared

him inconvenience.”

“And Ellen?”

“Ellen does not wish to leave.”

“Ellen does not wish to leave,” Neele

repeated. “She has good nerves.”

“She enjoys disasters,” said Mary Dove.

“Like Mrs. Percival, she finds in disaster a

kind of pleasurable drama.”

“Interesting. Do you think Mrs. Percival

has–enjoyed the tragedies?”

“No–of course not. That is going too far. I

would merely say that it has enabled her

to–well–stand up to them—-”

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“And how have you yourself been affected,

Miss Dove?”

Mary Dove shrugged her shoulders.

“It has not been a pleasant experience,” she

said dryly.

Inspector Neele felt again a longing to

break down this cool young woman’s defences–to

find out what was really going on

behind the careful and efficient understatement

of her whole attitude.

He merely said brusquely:

“Now–to recapitulate times and places:

the last time you saw Gladys Martin was in

the hall before tea, and that was at twenty

minutes to five?”

“Yes–I told her to bring in tea.”

“You yourself were coming from where?”

“From upstairs–I thought I had heard the

telephone a few minutes before.”

“Gladys, presumably, had answered the

telephone?”

“Yes. It was a wrong number. Someone

who wanted the Baydon Heath Laundry.”

“And that was the last time you saw her?”

“She brought the tea-tray into the library

about ten minutes or so later.”

“After that Miss Elaine Fortescue came

in?”

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“Yes, about three or four minutes later.

Then I went up to tell Mrs. Percival tea was

ready.”

“Did you usually do that?”

“Oh no—people came in to tea when they

pleased—but Mrs. Fortescue asked where

everybody was. I thought I heard Mrs.

Percival coming—but that was a mistake——”

Neele interrupted. Here was something

new.

“You mean you heard someone upstairs

moving about?”

“Yes—at the head of the stairs, I thought.

But no one came down so I went up. Mrs.

Percival was in her bedroom. She had just

come in. She had been out for a

walk——”

“Out for a walk—1 see. The time being

then——”

“Oh—nearly five o’clock, I think——”

“And Mr. Lancelot Fortescue arrived—

when?”

“A few minutes after I came downstairs

again—I thought he had arrived earlierbut——”

Inspector Neele interrupted:

“Why did you think he had arrived

earlier?”

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“Because I thought I had caught sight of

him through the landing window.”

“In the garden, you mean?”

“Yes—I caught a glimpse of someone

through the yew hedge—and I thought it

would probably be him.”

“This was when you were coming down

after telling Mrs. Percival Fortescue tea was

ready?”

Mary corrected him.

“No—not then—it was earlier—when I

came down the first time.”

Inspector Neele stared.

“Are you sure about that. Miss Dove?”

“Yes, I’m perfectly sure. That’s why I was

surprised to see him—when he actually did

ring the bell.”

Inspector Neele shook his head. He kept

his inner excitement out of his voice as he

said:

“It couldn’t have been Lancelot Fortescue

you saw in the garden. His train—which was

due at 4.28, was nine minutes late. He arrived

at Bay don Heath Station at 4.37. He had to

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