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СКАЧАТЬ think I was right. And in the second place, even supposing the police shut ’im up, they couldn’t shut ’im up for good. He would just do ’er in when he came out. And I couldn’t be always round watching ’im. So I thought it best to do it when I could. I ’ad that little knife, and I thought that would be a good way. I don’t know anything about pistols and things.”

      “Tell me, Mrs. Wallis, did your daughter ever see that dagger?”

      “No.”

      “Are you quite sure? Think a little.”

      “Yes; she did. I’m telling you a lie. When she was quite big, before she left school, they had a play of Shakespeare that had a dagger in it. I don’t remember the name of it.”

      “Macbeth?” suggested Grant.

      “Yes; that was it. And she was the heroine. She was always wonderful at acting, you know. Even when she was a little thing she was a fairy in a school pantomine. And I always went to see ’er. And when they were playing that thing Macbeth, I gave ’er a loan of the little dagger ’er father ’ad brought from Spain. Just for luck, you know. She gave it back to me when the play was over. But she kept the luck, all right. All ’er life she’s been lucky. It was just luck that made Ladds see ’er when she was on tour, so that ’e told Barron about ’er, and Barron gave ’er an interview. That’s ’ow she got ’er name—Ray Marcable. All the time she was dancing and singing and what not for him ’e kept saying. ‘Re-markable!’ and so Rosie took that for ’er name. It’s the same initials as ’er own—at least, as ’er adopted name, see?”

      There was a silence. Both Barker, who had been wordless for some time, and Grant seemed to be temporarily at a loss. Only the fat woman with the red face seemed to be completely at her ease.

      “There’s one thing you must remember,” she said, “Rosie’s name must be kept out of this. Not a word about Rosie. You can say that I killed ’im because of ’im threatening my daughter, who is abroad.”

      “I’m sorry, Mrs. Wallis, I can’t hold out any hope of that. Miss Marcable’s name is sure to come out.”

      “But it mustn’t!” she said. “It mustn’t! It’ll spoil it all if she’s dragged into it. Think of the scandal and the talk. Surely you gentlemen are clever enough to think of a way of avoiding that?”

      “I’m afraid not, Mrs. Wallis. We would if we could, but it won’t be possible if your story is true.”

      “Oh, well,” she said, with surprising equanimity, considering her former vehemence, “I don’t suppose it will make such a very great difference to Rosie. Rosie is the greatest actress in Britain at the present time, and ’er position is too good for anything like that to spoil it. Only you must hang me before she comes back from America.”

      “It is a little too soon to talk of hanging,” Barker said, with a faint smile. “Have you got the key of your house with you?”

      “Yes; why?”

      “If you hand it over to me, I’ll send a man down to verify your story of the sheath of the knife. Where can he find it?”

      “It’s at the very bottom of the top left-hand drawer of the chest of drawers, in a box that had a scent-bottle in.”

      Barker called in a man, and gave him the key and the instructions. “And see you leave everything as you get it,” Mrs. Wallis said tartly to the emissary.

      When the man had gone, Grant pushed a piece of paper across his desk to her and extended a pen. “Will you write your name and address there?” he said.

      She took the pen in her left hand, and rather laboriously wrote what he had asked.

      “You remember when I went to see you before the inquest?”

      “Yes.”

      “You weren’t left-handed then.”

      “I can use either hand for most things. There’s a name for it, but I forget what it is. But when I’m doing anything very special, I use my left. Rosie, she’s left-handed too. And so was my father.”

      “Why didn’t you come before and tell us this story?” Barker asked.

      “I didn’t think you would get any one unless you got me. But when I saw in the paper that the police had a good case, and all that, I thought something would have to be done. And then today I went to the court to have a look at ’im.” So she had been in that crowded court today without Grant having seen her! “ ’E didn’t look bad even if he was foreign-looking. And ’e looked very ill. So I just went ’ome and cleared up and come along.”

      “I see,” said Grant, and raised his eyebrows at his chief. The superintendent summoned a man, and said, “Mrs. Wallis will wait in the next room for the moment, and you will keep her company. If there is anything you want, just ask Simpson for it, Mrs. Wallis.” And the door closed behind her tight black satin figure.

Chapter 18

      CONCLUSION

      “Well,” said Barker, after a moment’s silence, “I’ll never talk to you about your flair again, Grant. Do you think she’s mad?”

      “If logic carried to excess is madness, then she is,” Grant said.

      “But she seems to have no feelings on the subject at all—either for herself or for Sorrell.”

      “No. Perhaps she is crazy.”

      “There’s no chance of its not being true? It’s a far less believable story in my eyes than the Lamont one.”

      “Oh, yes, it’s true,” Grant said. “There’s not a doubt of it. It seems strange to you only because you haven’t lived with the case as I have. The whole thing falls into place now—Sorrell’s suicide, the gift of the money to Lamont, the booking of the passage, the brooch. I was a fool not to have seen that the initials might as well have been R. M. But I was obsessed by the Ratcliffe woman at the time. Not that reading the initials the other way would have helped me too much, if Mrs. Wallis hadn’t turned up with her confession. Still, I ought to have connected it with Ray Marcable. On the very first day of the investigations, I went down to the Woffington to have a talk with the doorkeeper, and I saw Ray Marcable then, and she gave me tea. Over tea I described the dagger to her—the description was going to the Press that evening. She looked so startled that I was almost certain that she had seen something like that before. But there wasn’t any way of making her tell if she didn’t want to, so I left it, and from beginning to end of the case there has been nothing to connect her with it until now. Sorrell must have intended to go to America as soon as he knew that she was going. Poor devil! She might be Ray Marcable to the rest of the world, and a very big star, but he never got over thinking of her as Rosie Markham. That was his tragedy. She, of course, isn’t a bit like that. It’s a long time since Ray Marcable thought of herself as Rosie Markham. I expect she made it definite that there was nothing doing when she returned the brooch he had had made for her. A brooch like that wouldn’t have meant anything to Ray Marcable. He had really meant to go to America till the Thursday evening, when he got the parcel Mrs. Everett talked about. That was the brooch, and that evidently tore it. She may have announced her intention of marrying Lacing, for all I know. You saw that he had gone out on the same boat with her? Sorrell must have СКАЧАТЬ