George Bartlett looked alarmed. “Oh, n-n-not well at all, s-s-sir. No, hardly, if you know what I mean. Danced with her once or twice, passed the time of day, bit of tennis you know!”
“You were, I think, the last person to see her alive last night?”
“I suppose I was. Doesn’t it sound awful? I mean she was perfectly all right when I saw her, absolutely.”
“What time was that, Mr. Bartlett?”
“Well, you know, I never know about time. Wasn’t very late, if you know what I mean.”
“You danced with her?”
“Yes, as a matter of fact well, yes, I did. Early on in the evening, though. Tell you what. It was just after her exhibition dance with the pro fellow. Must have been ten, half past, eleven I don’t know.”
“Never mind the time. We can fix that. Please tell us exactly what happened.”
“Well, we danced, don’t you know. Not that I’m much of a dancer.”
“How you dance is not really relevant, Mr. Bartlett.”
George Bartlett cast an alarmed eye on the colonel and stammered, “No er n-n-no, I suppose it isn’t. Well, as I say, we danced round and round, and I talked, but Ruby didn’t say very much, and she yawned a bit. As I say, I don’t dance awfully well, and so girls well, inclined to give it a miss, if you know what I mean too. I know where I get off, so I said ‘righty ho,’ and that was that.”
“What was the last you saw of her?”
“She went off upstairs.”
“She said nothing about meeting anyone? Or going for a drive? Or or having a date?” The colonel used the colloquial expression with a slight effort.
Bartlett shook his head. “Not to me.” He looked rather mournful. “Just gave me the push.”
“What was her manner? Did she seem anxious, abstracted, anything on her mind?”
George Bartlett considered. Then he shook his head. “Seemed a bit bored. Yawned, as I said. Nothing more.”
Colonel Melchett said, “And what did you do, Mr. Bartlett?”
“Eh?”
“What did you do when Ruby Keene left you?”
George Bartlett gaped at him. “Let’s see now. What did I do?”
“We’re waiting for you to tell us.”
“Yes, yes, of course. Jolly difficult, remembering things, what? Let me see. Shouldn’t be surprised if I went into the bar and had a drink.”
“Did you go into the bar and have a drink?”
“That’s just it. I did have a drink. Don’t think it was just then. Have an idea I wandered out, don’t you know. Bit of air. Rather stuffy for September. Very nice outside. Yes, that’s it. I strolled around a bit, then I came in and had a drink, and then I strolled back to the ballroom. Wasn’t much doing. Noticed what’sername Josie was dancing again. With the tennis fellow. She been on the sick list, twisted ankle or something.”
“That fixes the time of your return at midnight. Do you intend us to understand that you spent over an hour walking about outside?”
“Well, I had a drink, you know. I was well, I was thinking of things.”
This statement received more incredulity than any other. Colonel Melchett said sharply, “What were you thinking about?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Things,” said Mr. Bartlett vaguely. “You have a car, Mr. Bartlett?” “Oh, yes, I’ve got a car.” “Where was it, in the hotel garage?”
Neither the night porter nor the barman proved helpful. The night porter remembered ringing up Miss Keene’s room just after midnight and getting no reply. He had not noticed Mr. Bartlett leaving or entering the hotel. A lot of gentlemen and ladies were strolling in and out, the night being fine. And there were side doors off the corridor as well as the one in the main hall. He was fairly certain Miss Keene had not gone out by the main door, but if she had come down from her room, which was on the first floor, there was a staircase next to it and a door out at the end of the corridor leading onto the side terrace. She could have gone out of that, unseen, easily enough. It was not locked until the dancing was over at two o’clock. The barman remembered Mr. Bartlett being in the bar the preceding evening, but could not say when. Somewhere about the middle of the evening, he thought. Mr. Bartlett had sat against the wall and was looking rather melancholy. He did not know how long he was in there. There were a lot of outside guests coming and going in the bar. He had noticed Mr. Bartlett, but he couldn’t fix the time in any way.