“By all means. You will find Dr. Elkington there and Superintendent Williams. Report to them, will you?”
“Certainly, sir,” said Alfred.
“One other thing. When did you empty the ashtrays in the library?”
“After dinner, sir. As usual.”
“Splendid. Thank you.”
“Thank you, sir,” Alfred said, automatically.
Alleyn saw them go in and himself crossed the Green to Miss Cartell’s house, A belated couple, closely entwined, was making its way home, presumably from the Social. Otherwise all was quiet.
He found Fox in Miss Cartell’s drawing-room with the household rounded up before him. On these occasions Fox always reminded Alleyn of a dependable sheepdog.
Connie herself was lashed into a dull purple robe, beneath the hem of which appeared the decent evidence of a sensible nightgown and a pair of extremely grubby slippers. Leonard Leiss was in trousers and shirt and Moppett in the négligé she had worn that morning. She was made up. Her pale lipstick had been smudged and her hair was dishevelled. She looked both sulky and frightened. Trudi, in a casque of hair curlers, but still fully dressed, seemed to be transfixed by astonishment.
Connie said: “Look here, this is all pretty ghastly, isn’t it? How is he?”
“He’s not conscious.”
“Yes, but I mean, how bad is it?”
Alleyn said they were not sure how bad it was.
“Well, but what happened?” Connie persisted, looking resentfully at Inspector Fox. “We don’t know anything. Turfing everybody out of bed and asking all these questions.”
“Oh, do pipe down, Auntie,” Moppett protested with some violence. “It’s perfectly obvious what it’s all about.”
“It’s not obvious to me.”
“Fancy!” Leonard remarked offensively.
Fox said with forbearance: “Well now, Mr.. Alleyn, we’re getting on slowly. I’ve tried to explain the necessity, as a purely routine affair, for checking-up these good people’s whereabouts.”
“Certainly.”
“Yes. Well it seems Miss Cartell has been at home this evening, apart from an interval when she took her little dog into the garden—”
“That’s right,” Connie interrupted indignantly. “And if it wasn’t for that damned bitch, I’d have been in my bed an hour ago. And where’s my Li? That’s what I want to know. He’s a valuable dog, and if anything’s happened to him, chasing after that mongrel, I’ll hold you responsible.” She wrung her hands distractedly.
“The little dog,” Fox explained, “has gone off for a romp.”
Moppett laughed shrilly.
“What happened exactly?”
“I’ll tell you what happened,” Connie shouted. “I was going to bed and he asked for outies. He’d already had them once, so I might have known, but he kept on asking. So I took him down. No sooner were we in the garden than I saw that brute, and so did he. She went floundering off and he was out of my arms and after her before I could stop him. I’m a bit clumsy because of my thumb. Otherwise,” she added, proudly, “he wouldn’t have made it.”
“Miss Cartell,” Fox explained, “was in the garden, calling the little dog, when I arrived.”
“There’ll have to be an organized search,” Connie blustered. “That’s all. An organized search. I’m jolly sorry about P.P., but I can’t help it.”
“How long ago did this happen?”
“Did what happen?”
“The Pekingese business.”
“How the hell should I know?” Connie said, rudely. “I seem to have been out there for hours. All over the village in this kit. Look at my feet! Nobody about, luckily. Not that I care. God knows where he’s got to.”
“What time did you go to bed?”
“I haven’t been to bed.”
“Well, when did you get ready to go to bed?”
“I don’t know. Yes, I do. About nine o’clock.”
“Early!” Alleyn remarked.
“I wanted to watch the telly. I like to be comfortable,” said Connie.
“And did you watch your telly?”
“Started to, but it was a lot of guff about delinquent teenagers. I went to sleep. Li woke me. That’s when he asked for outies.”
“Well,” Alleyn said, “we progress.”
“If you’ve finished with me—”
“I’ll have to ask you to wait a minute or two longer.”
“My God!” Connie said and threw up her hands.
Alleyn turned to Moppett and Leonard.
“And neither of you, I gather, joined in the search.”
Leonard stretched himself elaborately. “Afraid not,” he said. “I understood it to be a routine party.”
“I shouted up to you,” Connie pointed out resentfully.
“So sorry,” Moppett said. “I was in my bath.”
“You hadn’t washed your face,” Alleyn observed.
“I don’t clean my face in my bath.”
“But you bathed?”
“Yes.”
“When? For how long?”
“I don’t know when, and I like to take my time.”
“Fox?” Alleyn said. “Will you look in the bathroom?”
Fox made for the door.
“All right,” Moppett said breathlessly. “I didn’t have a bath. I was going to and I heard all the rumpus and Auntie shrieking for Li and I went to Lennie’s room and said ought we to do anything and we got talking and then your friend Mr. Fox came and hauled us down here.”
“And earlier? Before you thought of taking a bath?”
“We were talking.”
“Where?”
“In my room.”
Connie looked at her with a sort of despair. “Really, you two,” she said like an automaton. “What Mr. Alleyn will think!” She looked anxiously at him. “I can vouch for them,” she said. “They were both in. All the evening. I’d swear it.”
“You were asleep with the television on, Miss Cartell.”
“I’d have known if anyone went out. I always do. It was only a cat nap. They always bang the door. Anyway I heard them, talking and laughing upstairs.”
“Can you help us, Trudi?” Alleyn asked.
“I do not know what is all happen,” said Trudi. “I am at the priest’s hall where is a party. I sing. Schuplatter dancing also I do.”
“That’d sent them,” said Leonard and laughed.
“I return at half-past eleven o’clock and I make my hair.”
“Did you help in the search?”
“Please?”
“Did you help look for the little dog?”
“Ach! Yes. I hear the screech of Miss Cartell who is saying ‘Come Li, come Li,’ and I go.”
“There you are!” Connie cried out with a sort of gloomy triumph about nothing in particular.
Leonard murmured: “You’re wasting your time, chum.”
Alleyn said: “I should like to know if there were any personal telephone calls during the day, Miss Cartell. Apart from routine domestic ones.”
Connie stared at him distractedly. “I don’t know,” she said. “No. I don’t think so. No. Not for me.”
“For anyone else? Outgoing or incoming calls? Mr. Leiss?”
“I had a call to London,” Leonard said. “I had to put off an urgent business engagement. Thanks to your keeping me here.”
“It was a jolly long call,” Connie said, obviously with thoughts of the bill.
“Who was it made to, if you please?”
“Fellow at my club,” Leonard said grandly.
“The Hacienda?”
Leonard darted a venomous glance at him, leant back in his chair and looked at the ceiling.
“And that was the only call?” Alleyn continued.
“Far as I know,” said Connie.
“Any messages?”
“Messages?”
“Notes? Word of mouth?”
“Not that I know,” Connie said wearily.
“Please?” Trudi asked. “Message? Yes?”