Miss Silver said in a reserved voice,
“You would agree that she was a very dangerous woman.”
“Well there’s no doubt about that.”
“I said that I had no evidence to lay before you, but I was wrong-I have one item. It is this. Miss Garside had a visitor this afternoon.”
He gave her his attention.
“How do you know that?”
“Mrs. Underwood saw her come out. It was just after half past four, and she was looking out to see whether I was coming down to tea.”
“Who was it?” said Lamb.
“A stranger. Mrs. Underwood had never seen her before, and she only saw her then for a moment-fair hair, hanging down on her shoulders, smart black dress and hat, spectacles with light tortoiseshell rims, light gloves, very thin stockings and smart black shoes.”
Lamb allowed himself to laugh.
“She managed to see a good deal in her moment!”
“No more, I think, than any woman would.”
“Ah well-there you have me. And what’s the suggestion about this visitor? We’ll trace her of course. She must have been the last person to see Miss Garside alive. But as for her having any other importance-well, you’re not suggesting that she was the notorious Mrs. Simpson, are you?”
Miss Silver coughed.
“It is not my province to make suggestions. You would, however, agree that if Mrs. Simpson were implicated in this case she would not hesitate to remove any person whose evidence might prove dangerous.”
Lamb had a good-humoured smile.
“Now, Miss Silver, you go along and have a rest. You’re letting your nerves get the better of you, and we can’t have that. Good people are scarce, you know.”
Miss Silver took no notice. She came up close to him and put a hand on his arm.
“Will you leave a man here all night, Inspector? I am feeling very apprehensive about the safety of one of the inmates of Mrs. Underwood’s flat. I shall make an excuse to stay there myself tonight, but I shall be greatly obliged if you will place a man on duty in the hall of the flat.”
Lamb looked grave.
“I could place one on the landing outside. I couldn’t put one into the flat without bringing a charge or getting Mrs. Underwood’s consent.”
She thought for a moment, and then said,
“The landing will do, Inspector.”
“And you go and have a nice rest,” said Inspector Lamb.
CHAPTER 44
Instead of taking the Inspector’s kindly meant if somewhat patronising advice, Miss Silver put on her coat and hat and walked briskly to the corner, where she caught a bus into the town.
There was still daylight when she alighted in the High Street. A few enquiries and about five minutes’ walk brought her to her destination, a small old-fashioned jeweller’s shop with the name of Jackson above it in letters of faded gold. The shutters were up. Miss Silver made her way to what appeared to be a private door and rang the bell. After a few moments’ delay Mrs. Jackson opened it. Miss Silver at once said,
“May I come in? We met this morning in your sister’s flat at Vandeleur House. My name is Silver-Miss Maud Silver. I am very anxious indeed to have a talk with you.”
As she spoke she was over the threshold.
There was no welcome in Mrs. Jackson’s manner, but she closed the door and led the way along a dark passage to the back of the house. Here the light was on and red chenille curtains drawn in a pleasant old-fashioned parlour with a table in the middle, chairs round it, a horsehair couch with a carved back, an upright piano, and a mantelpiece crowded with photographs. Under the light Ella Jackson was seen to be pale and tired, her colourless hair disordered, her air very obviously that of a woman who has been caught at a disadvantage. There was quite a pause before she said,
“Do sit down.”
Miss Silver accepted the proffered chair. She drew it out from the table and seated herself. When Mrs. Jackson had followed her example, she said,
“I owe you every apology for intruding upon you in this manner. It is very good of you to receive me. I ask you to believe that I should not have troubled you if the matter were less urgent.” She paused, and then went on in her gravest voice. “There has been another death at Vandeleur House.”
Ella Jackson started.
“Oh, how dreadful!”
“Yes-it is dreadful. It is Miss Garside who has been found dead in her flat. She sold your sister’s ring this morning, and this evening she was found dead in her flat. The police regard her death as suicide. They believe that she killed your sister. I do not share that belief. I am of the opinion that she was murdered, and for the same reason that your sister was murdered- she knew too much, or the murderer suspected that this might be the case and was taking no risks. I do not dispute that she effected an exchange of her own ring, which was paste, for your sister’s which contained a valuable diamond, but I believe that her presence at or near the time of the murder was accidental, and that she was not a party to it.”
The reluctance had gone from Mrs. Jackson’s manner. Her eyes were fixed upon Miss Silver’s face. She put up a hand and pushed back a straggling lock of hair, but she did not speak, only moved her head in an almost imperceptible motion of assent.
Miss Silver went on.
“I see that you are inclined to agree with me. I am very glad of that, for I need your help. The murderer is a cunning and dangerous person and is still at large. The matter is extremely urgent, and the greatest care and discretion must be exercised if a further fataility is to be avoided.”
Ella Jackson said “Oh!” on a sharp breath of protest.
Miss Silver shook her head.
“I am not exaggerating. I am very deeply concerned. Chief Inspector Lamb is an able and honest man-I have a great respect for him-but I cannot shake his conviction that Miss Garside committed suicide, and that this suicide closes the case. I must have evidence in order to shake this conviction. Enquiries which I shall make tomorrow will, I hope, provide me with some of this evidence. Meanwhile it is in your power to help me. Will you do so?”
Ella Jackson said, “Yes, I will.”
Miss Silver beamed upon her.
“That is so very kind. I will not keep you any longer than I can help. I have a question to ask you, and I hope very much that you will be able to answer it. Your sister talked to you about her affairs, did she not?”
“About some of them. She didn’t tell me everything.”
“Did she tell you that she was being blackmailed?”
Ella Jackson took a quick, short breath.
“How did you know?”
“Another person in the house was being blackmailed. Miss Roland was in possession of a letter from this person to the blackmailer. The police regard this as evidence that your sister was herself the blackmailer, but from the fact that she exposed this letter carelessly in her bag and allowed the writer to see it I deduce that she was not a principal in the matter. I believe she merely intended to tease the writer of the letter. I began to wonder whether she herself was being blackmailed, and had come into possession of the letter in an attempt to secure evidence against the blackmailer. If she knew who this person was, it would supply a motive for the murder. Now, Mrs. Jackson- can you help me?”
Ella Jackson leaned forward.
“She was being blackmailed-she told me that-and she came down here because she thought she’d got a clue to the person who was blackmailing her. She thought it was someone in Vandeleur House-that’s why she took that flat. Of course it suited her in other ways-it was out of the way and quiet, and she wanted to be near me-but that’s really why she took it. There was a girl she’d known when she was on the halls-a girl that used to be an acrobat but she had an accident and couldn’t carry on. Carrie got her to go into service with Mrs. Underwood in No. 3 so that she could help her. The last thing she told me was that they were getting on fine and going to make someone sit up.”