Ask a Policeman. Агата Кристи

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      It seemed that Mills had prepared an answer to this question. At all events, his reply was ready enough. “I imagined that he must have left the house by the front door, and gone round on to the lawn, while I was helping Sir Charles to brush his clothes, sir. As soon as I had lost sight of Mr. Littleton’s car, I went back to my office.”

      “You did not go into the study?” asked the Commissioner quickly.

      “There was no reason to do so. Sir Charles and Mr. Littleton had gone, and I had no desire to disturb Lord Comstock unnecessarily. I certainly expected him to ring for me and inquire what Mr. Littleton had been doing on the lawn, since I thought he must infallibly have seen him. But, since he did not do so, I resumed my work.”

      “Which had suffered considerable interruption,” Sir Philip remarked. “What time was it by then?”

      “I glanced at the clock as I sat down, sir. It was then twenty-two minutes past twelve. I did not move from my chair again until about five minutes past one, when Farrant flung open the doors leaning into the study, and shouted to me to come in.”

      “Ah, yes, the butler,” said Sir Philip thoughtfully. “Have you got him outside, Hampton? If so, he had better come in.”

      The Commissioner went to the Private Secretary’s room and came out followed by an elderly man with a melancholy, almost morose, expression. It struck Sir Philip that Comstock had not been very fortunate in his choice of subordinates. Mills, in spite of his apparent candour, had not impressed him. There was a shifty look in his eyes that the Home Secretary did not quite like. And as for Farrant—well, there was nothing against him yet. But then, from all accounts, no self-respecting person would remain in Comstock’s household any longer than he could help. Sir Philip caught the Commissioner’s eye, and nodded slightly.

      “Now, Farrant,” said the latter briskly, “I understand that you were the first to discover Lord Comstock’s death. How did this come about?”

      “Punctually at one o’clock, sir, I came to inform his Lordship that lunch was on the table. I opened the study door, sir—”

      “How did you reach the study, Farrant?” the Commissioner interrupted.

      “I entered the hall by the service door from the kitchen, under the stairs, sir. The door of the study is nearly opposite. I opened this door, sir, and the first thing I saw was his Lordship lying on the floor by the window, with his chair half on top of him, sir. I ran up to him, thinking he had fallen over in a fit or something, sir. And then as soon as I looked at him and saw his head, I knew that he had been shot dead. And then I ran to the waiting-room and called Mr. Mills.”

      “You knew that he had been shot dead, did you? And how did you know that?”

      The sharp question seemed to confuse Farrant. “Why, sir, there was the wound, and the blood round it. And his Lordship was lying in a way he wouldn’t have been if he hadn’t been dead.”

      “Yes, dead with a wound in his head, Farrant. But why shot dead?”

      Farrant’s eyes strayed to the pistol, in full view on the Home Secretary’s desk. “I knew there was a pistol in the room, sir,” he replied confidently.

      “Oh, you knew that, did you? When did you first see it there?”

      Farrant glanced towards the chair in which Mills was sitting. “I saw it there yesterday evening, sir. I took the opportunity of tidying up the study then, since his Lordship had gone out to dinner.”

      The Commissioner turned his attention to Mills. “Do you know where Lord Comstock dined last night?” he asked.

      “I don’t. Certainly not at Hursley Lodge. He went out with the chauffeur in the car about seven, and did not come back till midnight. He was not in the habit of informing me of his movements unless for some definite purpose.”

      “You appear to have examined Lord Comstock’s body fairly closely, Farrant?”

      “I bent down to pick him up, sir, before I realized that he was dead.”

      “Did you disturb it at all?”

      “I moved the chair a bit to one side, sir, and I may have shifted the body slightly, but not so that one would notice it. And I dare say I pushed in the drawer an inch or two, so that I could get round to His Lordship.”

      “What drawer was this, Farrant?”

      “One of the drawers of the desk, sir, that was pulled nearly right out.”

      The Commissioner looked at Easton. “You said nothing of this drawer being open in your report, Superintendent,” he said accusingly.

      “When I entered the room, sir, all the drawers in the desk were shut, sir,” replied Easton positively.

      “Well, having disturbed everything, you thought it time to call Mr. Mills,” continued the Commissioner. “Are you quite sure that you touched nothing else first?”

      “Perfectly sure, sir,” Farrant replied.

      “Was the drawer that Farrant mentions open when you came on the scene, Mr. Mills?”

      “I did not notice it at the moment. I was too much concerned with Lord Comstock’s condition. I could see at a glance that he was dead. I immediately sent Farrant to the telephone in the hall, with orders to ring up the police-station.”

      “In the hall! Is there no telephone in the study, then?”

      “An extension. The main instrument is in the hall.”

      “The extension would have served the purpose equally well, I should have thought. Had you any reason for getting Farrant out of the room?”

      “Well, yes, I had. I had noticed by then that one of the drawers of the desk was slightly open, and I knew it to be the one in which Lord Comstock kept documents of a highly confidential nature. Upon Farrant leaving the room, I opened the drawer wide, and found the documents it contained lying in great disorder. I looked them over rapidly, and then shut the drawer.”

      “Have you any reason to suppose that any of the documents it should have contained were missing?”

      “I do not know what documents it contained. But all those I found, though highly confidential, had passed through my hands at one time or another. But I have my own reasons for believing that it had contained something of an even more confidential nature.”

      “I should like to hear those reasons, Mr. Mills.”

      “I may be wrong. But, when I entered the study earlier in the morning to announce the arrival of His Grace, that drawer was wide open and Lord Comstock was bending over it. As soon as he heard me, he slammed it violently. I certainly got the impression, at the time, that there was something in it that he did not wish me to see. Something particularly private, other than the documents which had passed through my hands already, I mean.”

      “Then, if your suspicions are correct, it would appear that those documents have been stolen,” said the Commissioner weightily. “That is, unless Lord Comstock himself removed them and placed them elsewhere. This incident СКАЧАТЬ