Hand in Glove. Ngaio Marsh

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      Nicola reassured him. By and by he sighed, so heavily that she couldn’t help glancing at him. He had folded his letter and addressed an envelope and now sat with his head on his hand. ‘Better wait a bit,’ he muttered. ‘Cool down.’

      Nicola stopped typing and looked out of the window. Riding up the drive on a bicycle was a large policeman.

      He dismounted, propped his machine against a tree trunk and removed his trouser clips. He then approached the house.

      ‘There’s a policeman outside.’

      ‘What? Oh, really? Raikes, I suppose. Splendid fellow, old Raikes. I wonder what he wants. Tickets for a concert, I misdoubt me.’

      Alfred came in. ‘Sergeant Raikes, sir, would like to see you.’

      ‘What’s it all about, Alfred?’

      ‘I don’t know, I’m sure, sir. He says it’s important.’

      ‘All right. Show him in, if I must.’

      ‘Thank you, sir.’

      The impressive things about Sergeant Raikes were his size and his mildness. He was big, even for a policeman, and he was mild beyond belief. When Mr Period made him known to Nicola, he said: ‘Good afternoon, miss,’ in a loud but paddy voice and added that he hoped she would excuse them for a few minutes. Nicola took this as a polite dismissal and was about to conform, when Mr Period said that he wouldn’t dream of it. She must go on typing and not let them bore her. Please. He insisted.

      Poor Nicola, fully aware of Sergeant Raikes’s wishes to the contrary, sat down again and banged away at her machine. She couldn’t help hearing Mr Period’s airy and inaccurate assurance that she was entirely in his confidence.

      ‘Well,’ Sergeant Raikes said, ‘sir. In that case –’

      ‘Sit down, Raikes.’

      ‘Thank you, sir. I’ve dropped in to ask if you can help me in a small matter that has cropped up.’

      ‘Ah, yes? More social activities, Raikes?’

      ‘Not exactly, this time, sir. More of a routine item, really. I wonder if you’d mind telling me if a certain name is known to you –’ He lowered his voice.

      ‘Leiss!’ Mr Period shrilly ejaculated. ‘Did you say Leonard Leiss?’

      ‘That was the name. Yes.’

      ‘I encountered him for the first time this morning.’

      ‘Ah,’ said Sergeant Raikes warmly. ‘That makes everything much easier, sir. Thank you. For the first time. So you are not at all familiar with Mr Leiss?’

      ‘Familiar!’

      ‘Quite so, sir. And Mr Cartell?’

      ‘Nor is Mr Cartell. Until this morning Mr Leiss was a complete stranger to both of us. He may be said to be one still.’

      ‘Perhaps I could see Mr Cartell?’

      ‘Look here, Raikes, what the deuce are you talking about? Nicola, my dear, pray stop typing, will you be so good? But don’t go.’

      Nicola stopped.

      ‘Well, sir,’ Sergeant Raikes said. ‘The facts are as follows. George Copper happened to mention to me about half an hour ago, that he’s selling a Scorpion sports model to a young gentleman called Leonard Leiss and he stated, further, that the customer had given your name and Mr Cartell’s and Miss Cartell’s as references.’

      ‘Good God!’

      ‘Now, sir, in the service there’s a regular system by which all stations are kept informed about the activities of persons known to be operating in a manner contrary to the law or if not contrary, within the meaning of the Act, yet in a suspicious and questionable manner. You might describe them,’ Sergeant Raikes said with a flash of imagery, ‘as ripening fruit. Just about ready for the picking.’

      ‘Raikes, what in heaven’s name – Well. Go on.’

      ‘The name of Leonard Sydney Leiss appears on the most recent list. Two previous convictions. Obtaining goods under false pretences. The portrait-parlé coincides. It’s a confidential matter, Mr Period, but seeing that the young man gave your name with such assurance and seeing he was very warmly backed up by the young lady who is Miss Constance Cartell’s adopted niece, I thought I would come and mention it, quietly. Particularly, sir, as there’s a complication.’

      Mr Period stared dismally at him. ‘Complication?’ he said.

      ‘Well, sir, yes. You see, for some time Leiss has been working in collusion with a young female who – I’m very sorry, I’m sure, sir – but the description of this young female does tally rather closely with the general appearance of Miss Cartell’s aforesaid adopted niece.’

      There was a long silence. Then Mr Period said: ‘This is all rather dreadful.’

      ‘I take it, sir, you gave the young man no authority to use your name?’

      ‘Merciful heavens, no.’

      ‘Then perhaps we may just have a little chat with Mr Cartell?’

      Mr Period rang the bell.

      Mr Cartell behaved quite differently from Mr Period. He contracted into the shell of what Nicola supposed to be his professional manner as a solicitor. He looked pinched. Two isolated spots of colour appeared on his cheek-bones. Nicola thought he was very angry indeed.

      ‘I am much obliged to you, Sergeant,’ he said at last, ‘for bringing this affair to my attention. You have acted very properly.’

      ‘Thank you, sir.’

      ‘Very properly. If I may suggest a course of action it will be this. I shall inform my sister of the undesirability of having any further communication with this person: and she will see that his acquaintance with Miss Mary Ralston is terminated. Copper, of course, must be advised at once and he may then, if he thinks it proper, decline any further negotiations.’

      Sergeant Raikes opened his mouth, but Mr Cartell raised a finger and he shut it again.

      ‘I need not add,’ Mr Cartell said crisply, ‘that no undertaking of any kind whatever was given by Mr Period or by myself. Permission was not asked, and would certainly have been declined, for the use of our names. It might be as well, might it not, if I were to telephone Copper at once and suggested that he rids himself of Leiss and the other car which he left, I understand, to be repaired at the garage. I shall then insist that Miss Ralston, who I imagine is there, СКАЧАТЬ