Colonel Melchett said, “I advise you to keep a civil tongue in your head, young man, or you’ll let yourself in for trouble,” and stumped out, his face red and wrathful.
In his office at Much Benham, Colonel Melchett received and scrutinized the reports of his subordinates. “… so it all seems clear enough, sir,” Inspector Slack was concluding. “Mrs. Bantry sat in the library after dinner and went to bed just before ten. She turned out the lights when she left the room, and presumably no one entered the room afterward. The servants went to bed at half past ten, and Lorrimer, after putting the drinks in the hall, went to bed at a quarter to eleven. Nobody heard anything out of the usual, except the third housemaid, and she heard too much! Groans and a bloodcurdling yell and sinister footsteps and I don’t know what. The second housemaid, who shares a room with her, says the other girl slept all night through without a sound. It’s those ones that make up things that cause us all the trouble.”
“What about the forced window?”
“Amateur job, Simmons says, done with a common chisel, ordinary pattern; wouldn’t have made much noise. Ought to be a chisel about the house, but not [missing text]
Melchett said to the inspector, “You’re quite sure she’d never been seen before at Gossington?”
“The servants are positive of that. Quite indignant about it. They’d have remembered if they’d ever seen her about in the neighborhood, they say.”
“I expect they would,” said Melchett. “Anyone of that type sticks out a mile round here. Look at that young woman of Blake’s.”
“Pity it wasn’t her,” said Slack. “Then we should be able to get on a bit.”
“It seems to me this girl must have come down from London,” said the chief constable thoughtfully. “Don’t believe there will be any local leads. In that case, I suppose, we should do well to call in the Yard. It’s a case for them, not for us.”
“Something must have brought her down here, though,” said Slack. He added tentatively, “Seems to me Colonel and Mrs. Bantry must know something. Of course I know they’re friends of yours, sir.”
Colonel Melchett treated him to a cold stare. He said stiffly, “You may rest assured that I’m taking every possibility into account. Every possibility.” He went on, “You’ve looked through the list of persons reported missing, I suppose?”
Slack nodded. He produced a typed sheet “Got ’em here. Mrs. Saunders, reported missing a week ago, dark-haired, blue-eyed, thirty-six. ‘Tisn’t her. And anyway, everyone knows, except her husband, that she’s gone off with a fellow from Leeds commercial. Mrs. Barnard she’s sixty-five. Pamela Reeves, sixteen, missing from her home last night, had attended Girl Guide rally, dark brown hair in pigtails, five feet five ”
Melchett said irritably, “Don’t go on reading idiotic details Slack. This wasn’t a schoolgirl. In my opinion-” He broke off as the telephone rang. “Hullo…. Yes, yes. Much Benham police headquarters…. What?… Just a minute.” He listened and wrote rapidly. Then he spoke again, a new tone in his voice. “Ruby Keene, eighteen, occupation, professional dancer, five feet four inches, slender, platinum-blond hair, blue eyes, retrousse nose, believed to be wearing white diamante evening dress, silver sandal shoes. Is that right?… What?… Yes, not a doubt of it, I should say. I’ll send Slack over at once.” He rang off and looked at his subordinate with rising excitement. “We’ve got it, I think. That was the Glenshire police.” Glenshire was the adjoining county “Girl reported missing from the Majestic Hotel, Danemouth.”
“Danemouth,” said Inspector Slack. “That’s more like it.” Danemouth was a large and fashionable watering place on the coast not far away. “It’s only a matter of eighteen miles or so from here,” said the chief constable. “The girl was a dance hostess or something at the Majestic. Didn’t come on to do her turn last night and the management was very fed up about it. When she was still missing this morning, one of the other girls got the wind up about her, or someone else did. It sounds a bit obscure. You’d better go over to Danemouth at once Slack. Report there to Superintendent Harper and cooperate with him.”