Black Widow. S. Fowler Wright

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minutes with Mr. Weedon? We should still have time for a talk before the other gentlemen are due to arrive.”

      Mr. Fisher hesitated again. He looked once more at the moving hand of the clock, which was now at two forty-five. “If you will excuse me a moment,” he said, “I will ascertain whether he is here now.”

      Having said this, he did not ring for the information, though there was an office telephone on his desk, but went out of the room. The Inspector judged that the probability that he would be introduced to Mr. Weedon before the coming interview was not great.

      He was left alone for about three minutes, when Mr. Fisher returned alone.

      “Weedon,” he said, “is engaged with a client, but I have had a few words with him. We will do all we can, of course, but your request places us in a rather difficult position. My view, with which I hope you will agree, is that if certain information is communicated to us with a request that we will act professionally upon it, such information is confidential, even though we may decline the business. It is confidential up to the moment when we decline to act, and remains so up to that point.”

      “And there it naturally ends?”

      “That is a reasonable presumption.” He paused, and added with an impressive deliberation: “Mr. Redwin, after having been told that we were not prepared to act for him, made the gratuitous remark that we could please ourselves, but she’d be sorry before he’d done.”

      “She?”

      “Yes.”

      “Meaning Lady Denton, of course?”

      “It is a natural deduction, which I am not prepared to dispute.”

      “I may conclude that he had some plan of black­mailing her, with which a firm of your reputation naturally declined to be mixed up?”

      “That must be your own conclusion. It is not a question to which I am in a position to give a negative reply.” He added, as though fearing that he had said too much: “Blackmail is, of course, a particularly vague word. I am not sure that a legal definition exists. If I may offer a word of probably quite needless advice, I would suggest that anything coming from that source should not be lightly believed. I am told that he has been heard—outside this office—to express a strong animosity against Lady Denton, and I should suppose that he is a clever and unscrupulous man.”

      He glanced at the clock again, which was now at six minutes to three. “Will you permit me now,” he asked with a slight smile, “to put another matter before you?” The Inspector was not clear that he had gained much, though it might be another pointer on the right road, and, in any case, as much as Mr. Fisher could fairly give. He felt that he could no longer delay to listen to the business which brought him there.

      “Yes,” he said, “it was kind of you to let me in first.” And as he settled himself to listen, a clerk came in with a strip of paper which Mr. Fisher read, and then said: “Ask Mr. Strange to wait a few minutes; and Mr. Wheeler, and Mr. Borman, if they get here before I ring.”

      He commenced at once, as the clerk went out, speaking rather more rapidly than his habit was, though still with some deliberate precision.

      “I must be brief, and come to the point by a shorter road than I meant to take. There is a question arisen in an acute form regarding a certain clause in an insurance policy under which Sir Daniel Denton’s life was covered for a large amount. It is a matter which immediately concerns the local branch of the London and Northern Bank, whose manager is waiting to see me now. Mr. Borman, the solicitor to the bank (whose country agents we are), is on the way here, and I have asked Mr. Wheeler, Sir Daniel’s own solicitor, to be present also, as I suppose he will be acting for Lady Denton, whose interests may be at stake.”

      “I suppose the question is whether he committed suicide?”

      “Yes, in the first place—yes.”

      “And that implies that his life was insured for some large amount within twelve months of his death?”

      “Yes, but there is an explanation of that. Of course, the verdict of a coroner’s jury is final on such a point. We understand that the inquest is now adjourned sine die. If you could assure me that it is likely to be held within fourteen days—”

      “I’m afraid I couldn’t do that. But I think I can go as far as to say that, on Sir Lionel Tipshift’s evidence, it’s unlikely—extremely unlikely—that any jury could return a suicide verdict. I should say that the policy will be almost certainly paid.”

      “I was inclined to anticipate that reply. Unfortunately, that conclusion only raises a further question of a more delicate kind. There is a rumour that reached the bank yesterday—I am not at liberty to say how, but you know how important it is that a bank should be fully informed, and how numerous their sources of information are—a rumour which is probably quite baseless, and which I should not mention but that it is unavoidable, that there was a suspicion that Sir Daniel had died by his wife’s hands—that, in fact, a warrant had been already issued for her arrest.”

      “I can tell you definitely that that is untrue.”

      “I am pleased to hear it. I have met Lady Denton socially, and the rumour appeared incredible. Can you tell me that it is a quite baseless report?”

      “I don’t know that I ought to say more than I now have. You will appreciate that I have not been on this case for more than twenty-four hours. At the present moment there is no accusation against Lady Denton of any kind. May I say that, if you eliminate the possibility of suicide, as I think you may, it is difficult to understand how it can be a question of such urgency, or how it can affect the validity of a policy on Sir Daniel’s life?”

      “I have not said that it would. But the legal position is somewhat complicated, and counsel’s opinion was being taken upon it in London this morning, the result of which I have not yet heard. You are doubtless aware of the principle that a man cannot profit from his own crime?”

      “Yes, I see.”

      As Inspector Pinkey said this, he rose up to go. He held out a hand which Mr. Fisher delayed to take. “If you would like to remain…,” he said tentatively.

      It was the Inspector’s turn to hesitate. If he resolved to stay, he might hear things which it would be very useful to know. But he could not discuss the case at this stage with the various gentlemen who were about to assemble there.

      “I should be pleased,” he said, “to remain, if it be understood that I shall not be asked to say more than I have already done.”

      “Very well, I will ask them in. I have no doubt that they are waiting now.”

      A minute later the three gentlemen entered the room.

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