The Wychford Poisoning Case. Anthony Berkeley

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СКАЧАТЬ to a frankly derisive Barbara, and was now lifting their suitcases on to the rack as the train gathered speed—that same half-past ten train, by the way, to which Roger’s attention had been called on the previous morning.

      ‘Oh?’ he said. ‘What’s that?’

      ‘Why, the editor of the Daily Courier is by way of being rather a pal of mine. I’m going to call round there on our way through London to ask him if he’ll take me on as unofficial special correspondent.’

      ‘Are you?’ Alec asked, dropping into his seat. ‘What’s the idea of that?’

      ‘Well, it occurred to me that we shall be in rather a more favourable position for ramming our way into the heart of things if we’ve got the weight of the Courier behind us than if we just show up as two independent and vulgarly curious gentlemen on their own. The Courier’s name ought to help loosen a hesitating tongue quite a lot. Oh, and by the way, here’s something for you, a list of the important dates in the case that I typed out last night. I’ve got a copy for myself; you can keep that.’

      Alec took the paper which Roger was holding out to him and examined it. It was inscribed as follows:

      DATES IN THE CASE

June 27 Saturday	Mrs Bentley stays with Allen.
June 29 Monday	Mrs Bentley goes home again. Quarrel.
July 1 Wednesday	Mrs Bentley buys fly-papers.
July 5 Sunday	Picnic. Bentley first taken ill.
July 6 Monday	Bentley better, but stays in bed.
July 7 Tuesday	Bentley back to business. Mrs Bentley to Four Arts Ball, and stays with Allen.
July 8 Wednesday	Mrs Bentley goes home. Quarrel, and Mrs Bentley is knocked down.
July 9 Thursday	Bentley takes flask down to office, subsequently found to contain arsenic. Makes new will in Alfred’s favour.
July 10 Friday	Bentley taken ill for a second time.
July 11 Saturday	Bentley much the same.
July 12 Sunday	Bentley slightly better.
July 13 Monday	Bentley better still.
July 14 Tuesday	Bentley has a slight relapse. Second doctor called in.
July 15 Wednesday	Bentley’s condition unchanged. Mrs Bentley’s letter to Allen intercepted. Nurse arrives. Episode of the Bovril. Bentley taken much worse in evening.
July 16 Thursday	Bentley dies. Search of Mrs Bentley’s effects and large quantity of arsenic discovered. Doctors refuse death certificate.
July 17 Friday	Mrs Bentley arrested.

      ‘Thanks,’ said Alec, tucking the paper away in his pocket. ‘Yes, that’ll be useful. Now then, what are you going to do about finding out the lines of Mrs Bentley’s defence, as you said?’

      ‘Well, I shall take the bull by the horns; go straight to her solicitor, tell him who I am and simply ask him.’

      ‘Humph!’ said Alec doubtfully. ‘Not likely to get much change there, are you? Not a solicitor who knows his job.’

      ‘No, none at all. I don’t expect him to tell me for a minute. But I do expect to be able to catch a glimpse of a word or two between the lines. Anyhow, my name ought to be enough to stop them kicking me point-blank out of the door; they will do it politely at any rate. If they ever have heard of me, that is—which I hope and pray!’

      ‘Yes, there are advantages in being a best-seller, no doubt. How many editions has the latest run through now?’

      ‘Pamela Alive? Seven, in five weeks. Thanking you kindly. Bought your copy yet?’

      The conversation became personal. Very personal.

      Arrived at Waterloo a couple of hours later, Roger gave brisk directions. ‘You take the cases along to Charing Cross and put them in the cloakroom, look up a train for Wychford sometime about three o’clock, and then come along and pick me up at the Courier office in Fleet Street. I’m going to get through on the ’phone right away and stop Burgoyne going out to lunch till I’ve seen him, and I’ll wait for you there. Then we can have a spot of lunch at Simpson’s or the Cock, and go on to Charing Cross afterwards. So long!’

      They separated on the platform and Roger hurried off to telephone. Burgoyne was in and he made an appointment with him for ten minutes’ time. Jumping into a taxi, he was carried swiftly over Waterloo Bridge and down Fleet Street, arriving in the Great Man’s office with exactly fifteen seconds to spare. Roger rather liked that sort of thing.

      It was not Roger’s intention to give any hint, either to Burgoyne himself or to anyone else, of his theory that Mrs Bentley might possibly be the victim of somebody else’s plot rather than the contriver of one of her own making. For one thing it was more of a suspicion than a theory, and his arguments to Alec, interesting though he had made them sound, had been delivered more with the idea of clarifying his own mind on the matter than of stating an actual case. For another thing he preferred, should anything eventually come of this surprising notion, to keep himself the only one in the field. His words to Burgoyne were therefore chosen with some care.

      ‘This Wychford case,’ he said, when they had shaken hands. ‘Interesting, isn’t it?’

      ‘It’s been a God-send to us, I can tell you,’ Burgoyne smiled. ‘Carried us all through August, thank heaven. Interesting, is it? Well, I suppose it is in a way. Going to write a book about it, eh?’

      ‘Well, I might,’ Roger said seriously. ‘At any rate, I want to have a look at it at close quarters. That’s what I’ve come to see you about. You know I’m a keen criminologist, and on top of that the case is simply packed with human interest. Those Allens! There are half a dozen characters down there I’d like to study. Well, what I want to ask you is this. Can I use the Courier’s name as an inducement for them to open their mouths to me? Can you appoint me honorary special correspondent, or something like that? You know I won’t abuse it, and I’d really be awfully grateful.’

      But Burgoyne was not editor of the Courier for nothing. He was a wise man.

      ‘You’ve got something up your sleeve, Sheringham,’ he grinned. ‘I can see that with half an eye. No—don’t trouble to perjure yourself! I see you don’t want to talk about it, so I’m not asking. Yes, you can use the Courier’s name all right. On one condition.’

      ‘Yes?’ Roger asked, not without apprehension.

      ‘That if you find out anything (and that’s what I take it you’re really going down for: good lord, man, haven’t I heard you expounding theories on detective-work and the rest of it by the half-mile at a time?)—if you do find out anything, you give us the first option on printing it. At your usual rates, needless СКАЧАТЬ