“Nothing. How can I? I’m flat on my face.”
“What!”
“I fell down, you know. Flat.”
“What the devil did you do that for?”
“I don’t know,” said Colonel Claire, opening his eyes very wide. “Not on purpose, of course. I caught sight of you some way ahead and I thought to myself, ‘Hullo, there goes James,’ and there, at that moment, went I. It gave me quite a fright because after all one is close to the edge up there. However, I picked myself up and carried on.”
“Did you fall into the hole, dear?” asked Mrs. Claire, solicitously.
“What hole, Agnes?”
“James seems to think there was a hole,” she muttered.
“Did you look to see why you’d fallen? Did you examine the path with your torch?”
“How could I, James, when the torch had gone out? I fell on it and it wouldn’t go again. But I could see the flags dimly so I was all right.”
“I’m so glad you weren’t hurt, dear,” said his wife.
“And so there, in effect,” said the Colonel quite cosily, “we are.”
“Precisely nowhere,” said Dr. Ackrington. “I take it you can’t produce a witness to your movements, Edward?”
“Not unless Questing saw me. And even if he’s alive, as we all seem to have agreed, he’s vanished into thin air, so that’s no good, is it?”
Dr. Ackrington pointed at his nephew. “You,” he said.
“Bert and Colly and I were together,” said Simon. “A chap from Harpoon gave us a lift back. Ernie Priest, it was. Some of the boys over there wanted us to stay for a drink but I don’t think it’s so hot getting dragged in on those parties. It was Eru Saul’s gang and I draw the line there. Ernie had a bottle of beer in the car. We had one with him and he dropped us up at the front gate. That’s right, isn’t it, Bert?”
“I’ll say,” said Smith moodily.
“Did any of you leave the hall during the performance?” asked Falls.
“You did, didn’t you, Bert?”
“What if I did!” cried Smith, instantly on the defensive. “Sure, I did. I went out with two of the boys for a quick one. There’s some people when they’ve got a drink on the place has the decency to offer you one.” He looked accusingly at Gaunt. “Some people, I said,” he added. “Not everyone.”
“Who were the two youths?” Dr. Ackrington demanded.
“Eru Saul and Maui Matai.”
“Did you separate at all, Mr. Smith?” asked Falls.
“That’s right, pick on me. We did not. We stuck together and we got back in time to hear his nibs screeching his socks off.”
“Are you talking about me?” asked Gaunt, bristling.
“That’s right.”
“I should be glad to know at what point in my performance I could be said, even by a drunken Philistine, to screech.”
“ ‘Once more into the blasted breeches, pals,’ ” said Smith in a shrill falsetto. “ ‘Once more.’ We could hear you all the way down the path. Does it hurt you much?”
“Cut it out, for Pete’s sake, Bert,” whispered Simon and stifled a laugh.
“I resent this,” said Gaunt breathing noisily.
“My dear Gaunt, surely not?” soothed Mr. Falls. “A piquant incident! You will dine off it when the undesirable publicity has subsided. I should like to ask Mr. Smith and Mr. Claire,” he went on, “if they and Mr. Gaunt’s man remained in the hall until the general exodus.”
“Yes,” said Simon, glaring at him.
“Did you see Questing go out?” asked Dr. Ackrington.
“Too right we did,” said Smith — “he was talking to us. Well, to me. Very pleased with his bit of a speech and skiting about it. It was while we were with some of the Maori gang, wasn’t it, Sim? Outside the hall.”
“That’s right. And d’you know what I reckon he was doing?”
“You’re asking me!” said Smith. “He was passing over the doings. Had a bottle in his overcoat pocket. One of those flatties.”
“Brandy,” said Simon.
“Yeh. I saw him slip it to young Maui Matai. It’s like what I told Rua. He was keeping in with the young lot. That’s why Maui asked us to have one. I could of done with it, too,” confessed Smith.
“Well, and then Ernie Priest came along,” Simon explained, “and the four of us sloped off up to his car.”
“Leaving Questing with those Maori youths?” asked Falls.
“That’s right,” said Smith.
“Interesting!” Falls murmured. “And your Maori friends said nothing to you of this, Colonel?”
“They wouldn’t. They know what we think about the whole business of giving spirits to the natives.”
“It would be after this that you met Questing, Mr. Gaunt?”
“I suppose so. Yes, yes,” said Gaunt in an exhausted voice.
“Ah, yes,” said Mr. Falls blandly. “Quite so. Afterwards. I take it,” he went on with his air of precision, “that this meeting doesn’t wish for a repetition of my own extremely inconclusive statement? I understand that you have all become acquainted with it.”
“That’s right,” said Simon before anyone else could answer. “We know you were just about on the spot when he yelled. We know you took pretty good care to keep us off the path while you went back there yourself. We know you wouldn’t have had to say anything if Bell hadn’t come along and found you. You’re the only one of the lot of us except Uncle James that’s seen this gap in the path. You seem to have got hold of the idea that everything you say goes for gospel. Well, by cripey, it doesn’t for mine. By my idea you’ve had a free run of the hot air round here for a bit too long. There’s one other thing we know about you. What about that stuff with your pipe?”
“Simon!” said his father and uncle together.
“What about it? Come on. What about it?”
“Simon, will you…”
“No, no, please!” begged Falls. “Do let us hear about this. I’m completely baffled, I assure you. Did you say my pipe?”
“I’m not saying another thing, Uncle. Keep your shirt on.”
Colonel Claire looked coldly at his son and said: “You’ll come and speak to me afterwards, Simon. In the meantime you will be good enough to say nothing. I am ashamed of you.”
“Damned young cub,” Dr. Ackrington began, and his sister at once said: “No, James, please. It’s for his father to speak to him, dear, if he’s done wrong.”
“I’m sorry,” Simon muttered ungraciously. “I didn’t mean to…”
“That will do,” said his father.
“Well,” said Falls, “since this seems to be another little mystery that is to remain unsolved, perhaps, Ackrington, you would sum up for us.”
“Certainly. I’m afraid,” said Dr. Ackrington, clearing his throat, “that beyond establishing a species of alibi in three cases, and also clarifying the situation generally, we do not appear at first glance to have attained very much.”
“Hear, hear,” said Gaunt.
“Nevertheless,” continued Dr. Ackrington, quelling him with an acid stare, “there are certain valuable points to be noted. The gap in the path was not there before the concert. I didn’t see it on my return and as Claire was close behind me it seems most unlikely, indeed impossible, that it could have appeared before he got there or that even he could have missed it. We are agreed that the clod of mud could only have been dislodged by considerable force and we know that it bears the deep impress of a nailed boot. The only two members of our party wearing nailed shoes or boots appear to have alibis. Questing must have entered the thermal reserve after Claire and I had crossed it and after his scene with Gaunt. What was he doing in the interim?”