“Josie’s been here some time?”
“Two years, no, three.”
“And you like her?”
“Yes, Josie’s a good girl, a nice girl. Competent. She gets on with people and smooths over differences. Bridge, you know, is a touchy sort of game.” Colonel Melchett nodded feelingly. His wife was a keen but an extremely bad bridge player. Mr. Prestcott went on, “Josie was very good at calming down unpleasantness. She could handle people well, sort of bright and firm, if you know what I mean.”
Again Melchett nodded. He knew now what it was that Miss Josephine Turner had reminded him of. In spite of the make-up and the smart turnout, there was a distinct touch of the nursery governess about her.
“I depend upon her,” went on Mr. Prestcott. His manner became aggrieved. “What does she want to go playing about on slippery rocks in that damn-fool way for? We’ve got a nice beach here. Why couldn’t she bathe from that? Slipping and falling and breaking her ankle! It wasn’t fair to me! I pay her to dance and play bridge and keep people happy and amused, not to go bathing off rocks and breaking her ankle. Dancers ought to be careful of their ankles, not take risks. I was very annoyed about it. It wasn’t fair to the hotel.”
Melchett cut the recital short. “And then she suggested that this girl, her cousin come down?”
Prestcott assented grudgingly. “That’s right. It sounded quite a good idea. Mind you, I wasn’t going to pay anything extra. The girl could have her keep, but as for salary, that would have to be fixed up between her and Josie. That’s the way it was arranged. I didn’t know anything about the girl.”
“But she turned out all right?” “Oh, yes, there wasn’t anything wrong with her, not to look at, anyway. She was very young, of course; rather cheap in style, perhaps, for a place of this kind, but nice manners, quiet and well-behaved. Danced well. People liked her.”
“Pretty?”
It had been a question hard to answer from a view of the blue, swollen face. Mr. Prestcott considered. “Fair to middling. Bit weaselly — if you know what I mean. Wouldn’t have been much without make-up. As it was, she managed to look quite attractive.”
“Many young men hanging about after her?”
“I know what you’re trying to get at, sir,” Mr. Prestcott became excited. “I never saw anything! Nothing special. One or two of the boys hung around a bit, but all in the day’s work, so to speak. Nothing in the strangling line, I’d say. She got on well with the older people, too; had a kind of prattling way with her. Seemed quite a kid, if you know what I mean. It amused them.”
Superintendent Harper said in a deep, melancholy voice, “Mr. Jefferson, for instance?”
The manager agreed. “Yes, Mr. Jefferson was the one I had in mind. She used to sit with him and his family a lot. He used to take her out for drives sometimes. Mr. Jefferson’s very fond of young people and very good to them. I don’t want to have any misunderstandings. Mr Jefferson’s a cripple. He can’t get about much only where his wheelchair will take him. But he’s always keen on seeing young people enjoy themselves; watches the tennis and the bathing, and all that, and gives parties for young people here. He likes youth, and there’s nothing bitter about him, as there well might be. A very popular gentleman and, I’d say, a very fine character.”
Melchett asked, “And he took an interest in Ruby Keene?” “Her talk amused him, I think.”
“Did his family share his liking for her?”
“They were always very pleasant to her.”
Harper said, “And it was he who reported the fact of her being missing to the police?”
He contrived to put into the words a significance and a reproach to which the manager instantly responded, “Put yourself in my place, Mr. Harper. I didn’t dream for a minute anything was wrong. Mr. Jefferson came along to my office, storming and all worked up. The girl hadn’t slept in her room. She hadn’t appeared in her dance last night. She must have gone for a drive and had an accident, perhaps. The police must be informed at once. Inquiries made. In a state, he was, and quite highhanded. He rang up the police station then and there.”