“What is it?”
“There’s something lying at the foot of the quarry wall.”
“Something?”
“Someone!”
He began to run as Geoffrey had done. Ione followed him, and something said over and over in her mind, “It’s a trick-it’s a trick-it’s just another trick.” But when they came out from between the bushes and up to the place where Margot lay in a sprawling heap with a bit of frayed and broken rope in her hand, the words went faint and passed into a dreadful silence. Margot had played her last trick. She lay on the stones with a broken neck and that ragged end of rope in her hand.
CHAPTER 15
Geoffrey Trent sat facing the Inspector who had come out from Wraydon, a pleasant-looking man whose fresh colouring contrasted sharply with his own haggard appearance.
“You tell me the young lady played a trick on you and Miss Muir on Saturday at a place very near the one from which she fell on Sunday afternoon.”
“It was not exactly the same place.”
“No. We have photographs of both places of course. I’m trying to find out just how serious that trick may have been.”
“It was not serious. It was a trick.”
“But it might have been serious if the rope had broken.”
“I don’t think so. The place where she was standing by that conifer-there was plenty of foothold, and there would be no strain upon the rope.”
“It was the rope you showed me?”
“Yes.”
“A good strong rope-it wouldn’t have broken. But this other rope was rotten-the one she was using when she fell.”
Geoffrey’s pallor became more extreme.
“After-after she played that trick-I took the rope away and locked it up in the garage. I-was-afraid-” His voice petered out.
“Then where did the other rope come from?”
“She must have got it out of the potting-shed. There were some old ropes there. Humphreys, the gardener, says-”
“Yes, I’d like a word with him presently. He may have been one of the last people to see her alive. Now, Mr. Trent, when did you see her last?”
Geoffrey braced himself.
“She had lunch with us-as usual. Miss Muir and Mr. Severn were out, but the rest of us went into the drawing-room and had coffee there. My wife rests in the afternoon. I told her I would take her for a drive if it cleared in time. Margot and Miss Delauny went off to their sitting-room.”
“That’s the governess, I take it. I haven’t seen her yet. How long has she been with you?”
“Nearly three years.”
“You had tried sending the girl to school?”
Geoffrey gave a deep sigh.
“Oh, yes! But they wouldn’t keep her. Good-tempered to a fault-affectionate-all that kind of thing. But she didn’t fit in. There were always these trying practical jokes, and they wouldn’t put up with them.”
“You had medical advice?”
“Of course. They said it was a case of arrested development.”
“It was not suggested that she ought to be under restraint?”
A slight flush tinged Geoffrey’s pallor.
“Oh, no-there would have been no case for anything of that sort. She was as harmless as a child. In fact that is what she was-a child of six or seven with a particularly strong and active body ten years too old for her mind. She would have been wretched in a home.”
“You were her guardian, Mr. Trent?”
“Yes.”
The Inspector asked his next question with reluctance, but he felt bound to ask it.
“I have heard that there is some talk in the village to the effect that Miss Trent was fond of saying what a lot of money she was going to have when she came of age. Can you tell me if that was true?”
Geoffrey frowned.
“Her father was a cousin of mine. He made a considerable fortune in the Middle East and left it in trust for Margot. As a matter of fact the war did a good deal of damage to his interests. Securities which were considered safe at the time are practically worthless to-day. In any case Margot had no idea of the value of money.”
“Who are her trustees, Mr. Trent?”
“There was another cousin who was killed in the war, and myself.”
“And who succeeds to the property now?”
Geoffrey drew another of those long melancholy sighs and said,
“Unfortunately I do. There are no other relations.”
The pause that followed was not so unduly prolonged as to be significant. With an air of turning to another subject, Inspector Grayson said,
“Well, Mr. Trent, you were telling me about the Sunday afternoon. You had coffee in the drawing-room and then separated. Will you go on from there.”
Geoffrey leaned his head upon his hand.
“I came in here and wrote a few letters. Some time before three o’clock I could see that it was going to clear. I told my wife that the air would do her good, and I went along to ask Miss Delauny whether she and Margot would like to come. She said she didn’t think she would come, as she had some letters to write, and she said Margot had just gone out into the garden, but she would see if she could find her. I said I couldn’t wait for her, as the afternoons were so short, and I went to get the car. Neither Margot nor Miss Delauny turned up, so I took my wife for a short round and got back at a quarter to four. My sister-in-law came out to the garage as I was putting the car away and told me that there had been an accident, and that-Margot-was dead-” He seemed hardly able to get the last words out.
“And then, Mr. Trent?”
“I went with her and Mr. Severn to the quarry. And then I came back to the house and rang up the police.”
“How long was it since they had found her?”
“Only a few minutes, I believe.”
As this was what he had already been told by the two people concerned, Grayson had no comment to make. He said briefly,
“I should like to see the governess if I may.”
CHAPTER 16
Miss Delauny came into the room looking pale and extinguished. In her plain black dress, without make-up, all her effects were dimmed. The absence of the bright lipstick which she had used left her mouth sallow and shapeless. She looked as if she had been crying, and as if she had not troubled to remove the traces of her tears.
Inspector Grayson received a favourable impression. Margot Trent must have been a trying inmate, but these people really did seem to have been fond of her, and to be genuinely upset about her death. He began to question her on the details of her life at the Ladies’ House-the amount of companionship given to Margot, and the extent of the supervision which it was considered necessary to exercise.
“Did she do regular lessons with you?”
Miss Delauny had a faint smile for that.
“I don’t know that you would call them exactly lessons. One of her difficulties was that she had no power of concentration. Ordinary lessons were out of the question. Her attention had not only to be caught, but kept. I was trying to teach her a little history by allowing her to act some of the simpler dramatic scenes. She had all a child’s love of acting and dressing up.” The handkerchief which had been crushed in her hand was pressed to her eyes for a moment. “She couldn’t bear sitting still or being made to read in a book. What she wanted all the time was movement, activity-something that would take up her energies. A year ago Mr. Trent got her a pony. He is a fine horseman himself, and he thought the exercise would be so good for her, but it didn’t answer.”
“Didn’t she care about it?”
“She adored it, Inspector! But she started playing tricks on the horses, and it simply wasn’t safe. Her pony bolted with her one day, and she had quite a nasty accident. The groom found a thorn under the saddle. She said she only wanted to see how fast her pony could go!”