Roberta had never even thought of Lord Charles as being a farmer. He had merely been at Deepacres. She found it difficult to answer the question. Had he enjoyed himself in New Zealand? It was impossible to say, and she replied confusedly that they had all seemed quite happy, but of course they were glad to be home again.
‘They are a very united family?’
Roberta could see no harm in speaking of the Lampreys’ attachment to each other, and she quite lost her apprehensions in the development of this favourite theme. It was easy to relate how kind the Lampreys had been to her; how, although they argued incessantly, they were happiest when they were together, how she believed they would always come to each other’s aid.
‘We had an example of that,’ Alleyn agreed, ‘in the present stand made by the twins.’
Roberta caught her breath and looked at him. His eyes with their turned-down corners, seemed to express only sympathetic amusement, as though he invited her to laugh a little with him at the twins.
‘But they have always been like that,’ cried Roberta. ‘Even at Deepacres when Colin took the big car –’ and she was off again, all her anecdotes of the Lampreys tending to show their devotion to each other. Alleyn listened as though everything Roberta said amused and interested him, and she had ridden her hobby-horse down a long road before she stopped suddenly, feeling herself blush with embarrassment.
‘I’m sorry,’ she stammered, ‘I’m talking too much.’
‘Indeed you’re not. You’re giving me a delightful picture. But I suppose we must get down to hard facts. I just want to check your own movements. You were in here from the time Lord Charles had his interview with his brother, right up to the discovery of the accident. That right?’
‘Yes.’ Roberta had sorted this out carefully and gave him a clear account of her talk with Michael and her final move to the landing.
‘That’s grand,’ said Alleyn. ‘Crisp and plain. There are two points I want to check very carefully. The times when Lord Wutherwood shouted. You tell me that when he first called you were all in here.’
‘Yes. Including Mike. He had just come in. But the others went out a second or two after he called out.’
‘And the second time?’
‘Mike went away with Giggle. A very short time after that Lord Wutherwood called out the second time.’
‘You’re quite certain?’
‘Yes, quite. Because it was so quiet in the room when they had gone. I remember that, after he had called again, I heard the sound of the lift. Then I heard someone call out in the street below and the voices next door in the drawing-room. It’s all very clear. I heard the lift again just as I took a cigarette out of that box. After that, I remember I walked about hunting for matches. I’d just lit my cigarette and was leaning out over the window-sill looking at London when I heard her – Lady Wutherwood. It was awful, that screaming.’
‘I want you to go through that again if you will.’
Roberta went through it again and, greatly to her astonishment, again. Alleyn read over his notes to her and she agreed that they were correct and signed them. He was silent for a moment and then returned to the subject of the family.
‘Do you find them much changed now you have seen them again?’ he asked.
‘Not really. At first they seemed rather fashionable and grown-up but that was only for a little while. They are just the same.’
‘They haven’t grown-up as far as their pockets are concerned,’ Alleyn said lightly. But Roberta was ready for this and said that the Lampreys didn’t worry about money, that it meant nothing to them. With a sensation of peril she carried her theme a little further. They would never, she said, do anything desperate to get money.
‘But if they are faced with bankruptcy?’
‘Something always happens to save them. They know they will fall on their feet. They seem desperately worried but inside themselves they continually forget to be worried.’ And seeing that he listened attentively to her, she went on quickly: ‘Even now this has happened they are not remembering all the time to be alarmed. They know they are all right.’
‘All of them?’
Roberta said truthfully: ‘Perhaps not … Charlot – Lady Charles. She is frightened because Colin pretended he was in the lift and she wonders if that may make you think Stephen is hiding something. But I am sure, inside herself, she knows it will be all right.’ Roberta was silent and perhaps she smiled a little to herself for Alleyn said: ‘Of what are you thinking, Miss Grey?’
‘I was thinking that they are like children. You can see them remembering to be solemn about all that has happened and then for a time they are quite frightened. But in a minute or two one of them will think of something amusing to say and will say it.’
‘Does Lord Charles do this?’
A cold sensation of panic visited Roberta. Was it, after all, Lord Charles whom they suspected? And again it seemed to her that it was impossible to guess at Lord Charles’s thoughts. He was always politely remote, a background to his family. She discovered that she had no understanding of his reaction to his brother’s murder. She said that of course it was more of a tragedy for him. Lord Wutherwood had been his only brother. She regretted this immediately, anticipating Alleyn’s next question.
‘Were they much attached to each other?’
‘They didn’t meet very often,’ Roberta said and knew that she had blundered. Alleyn did not press this point but asked her what she had thought of Lord Wutherwood. She said quickly that she had seen him for the first time that afternoon.
‘May we have your first impression?’ Alleyn asked. But Roberta was nervous now and racked her brains for generalities. Lord Wutherwood, she said, was not very noticeable. He was rather quiet and colourless. There had been so many people, she hadn’t paid any particular attention – She broke off, disturbed by Alleyn’s gently incredulous glance.
‘But it seems to me,’ he said, ‘that you are a good observer.’
‘Only of people who interest me.’
‘And Lord Wutherwood did not interest you?’ Roberta did not speak, remembering that she had watched both the Wutherwoods with an interest inspired by the object of their visit. A vivid picture of that complaisant yet huffy face rose before her imagination. She saw again the buck teeth, the eyes set too close to the thin nose, the look of speculative disapproval. She couldn’t quite force herself to deny this picture. Alleyn waited for a moment and then as she remained stubbornly silent he said: ‘And what about Lady Wutherwood?’
‘You couldn’t not notice her,’ Roberta said quickly. ‘She was so very odd.’
‘In what way?’
‘But you’ve seen her.’
‘Since her husband was murdered, remember.’
‘There’s not all that difference,’ said Roberta bluntly.
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