a trefoil-shaped brooch with small pearls, a brooch set with amethysts, a small string of pearls, and a garnet bracelet.
‘Those are the things that were taken from her jewel box. They were found just outside the house shoved into a bush.’
‘Yes – yes, that is rather curious. Perhaps if her assailant was frightened at what he had done –’
‘Quite. But he would probably then have left them upstairs in her room . . . Of course a panic may have come over him between the bedroom and the front gate.’
Mr Entwhistle said quietly:
‘Or they may, as you are suggesting, have only been taken as a blind.’
‘Yes, several possibilities . . . Of course this Gilchrist woman may have done it. Two women living alone together – you never know what quarrels or resentments or passions may have been aroused. Oh yes, we’re taking that possibility into consideration as well. But it doesn’t seem very likely. From all accounts they were on quite amicable terms.’ He paused before going on. ‘According to you, nobody stands to gain by Mrs Lansquenet’s death?’
The lawyer shifted uneasily.
‘I didn’t quite say that.’
Inspector Morton looked up sharply. ‘I thought you said that Mrs Lansquenet’s source of income was an allowance made to her by her brother and that as far as you knew she had no property or means of her own.’
‘That is so. Her husband died a bankrupt, and from what I knew of her as a girl and since, I should be surprised if she had ever saved or accumulated any money.
‘The cottage itself is rented, not her own, and the few sticks of furniture aren’t anything to write home about, even in these days. Some spurious “cottage oak” and some arty painted stuff. Whoever she’s left them to won’t gain much – if she’s made a will, that is to say.’
Mr Entwhistle shook his head.
‘I know nothing about her will. I had not seen her for many years, you must understand.’
‘Then, what exactly did you mean just now? You had something in mind, I think?’
‘Yes. Yes, I did. I wished to be strictly accurate.’
‘Were you referring to the legacy you mentioned? The one that her brother left her? Had she the power to dispose of that by will?’
‘No, not in the sense you mean. She had no power to dispose of the capital. Now that she is dead, it will be divided amongst the five other beneficiaries of Richard Abernethie’s will. That is what I meant. All five of them will benefit automatically by her death.’
The Inspector looked disappointed.
‘Oh, I thought we were on to something. Well, there certainly seems no motive there for anyone to come and swipe her with a hatchet. Looks as though it’s some chap with a screw loose – one of these adolescent criminals, perhaps – a lot of them about. And then he lost his nerve and bushed the trinkets and ran . . . Yes, it must be that. Unless it’s the highly respectable Miss Gilchrist, and I must say that seems unlikely.’
‘When did she find the body?’
‘Not until just about five o’clock. She came back from Reading by the 4.50 bus. She arrived back at the cottage, let herself in by the front door, and went into the kitchen and put the kettle on for tea. There was no sound from Mrs Lansquenet’s room, but Miss Gilchrist assumed that she was still sleeping. Then Miss Gilchrist noticed the kitchen window; the glass was all over the floor. Even then, she thought at first it might have been done by a boy with a ball or a catapult. She went upstairs and peeped very gently into Mrs Lansquenet’s room to see if she were asleep or if she was ready for some tea. Then of course, she let loose, shrieked, and rushed down the lane to the nearest neighbour. Her story seems perfectly consistent and there was no trace of blood in her room or in the bathroom, or on her clothes. No. I don’t think Miss Gilchrist had anything to do with it. The doctor got there at half-past five. He puts the time of death not later than four-thirty – and probably much nearer two o’clock, so it looks as though whoever it was, was hanging round waiting for Miss Gilchrist to leave the cottage.’
The lawyer’s face twitched slightly. Inspector Morton went on: ‘You’ll be going to see Miss Gilchrist, I suppose?’
‘I thought of doing so.’
‘I should be glad if you would. She’s told us, I think, everything that she can, but you never know. Sometimes, in conversation, some point or other may crop up. She’s a trifle old maidish – but quite a sensible, practical woman – and she’s really been most helpful and efficient.’
He paused and then said:
‘The body’s at the mortuary. If you would like to see it –’
Mr Entwhistle assented, though with no enthusiasm.
Some few minutes later he stood looking down at the mortal remains of Cora Lansquenet. She had been savagely attacked and the henna dyed fringe was clotted and stiffened with blood. Mr Entwhistle’s lips tightened and he looked away queasily.
Poor little Cora. How eager she had been the day before yesterday to know whether her brother had left her anything. What rosy anticipations she must have had of the future. What a lot of silly things she could have done – and enjoyed doing – with the money.
Poor Cora . . . How short a time those anticipations had lasted.
No one had gained by her death – not even the brutal assailant who had thrust away those trinkets as he fled. Five people had a few thousands more of capital – but the capital they had already received was probably more than sufficient for them. No, there could be no motive there.
Funny that murder should have been running in Cora’s mind the very day before she herself was murdered.
‘He was murdered, wasn’t he?’
Such a ridiculous thing to say. Ridiculous! Quite ridiculous! Much too ridiculous to mention to Inspector Morton.
Of course, after he had seen Miss Gilchrist . . .
Supposing that Miss Gilchrist, although it was unlikely, could throw any light on what Richard had said to Cora.
‘I thought from what he said –’ What had Richard said?
‘I must see Miss Gilchrist at once,’ said Mr Entwhistle to himself.
III
Miss Gilchrist was a spare faded-looking woman with short, iron-grey hair. She had one of those indeterminate faces that women around fifty so often acquire.
She greeted Mr Entwhistle warmly.
‘I’m so glad you have come, Mr Entwhistle. I really know so little about Mrs Lansquenet’s family, and of course I’ve never, never had anything to do with a murder before. It’s too dreadful!’
Mr Entwhistle felt quite sure that Miss Gilchrist had never before had anything to do with murder. Indeed, her reaction to it was very much that of his partner.
