“Begin at the beginning. What’s it all about anyway?”
William turned bright plum colour.
“I’ve got a young lady, sir-”
Algy very nearly said, “So have I,” but it seemed well to keep William to the point if possible, so he substituted an encouraging “That sounds all right.”
“She works at the Hand and Flower at Railing,” said William.
Algy sat up and began to take notice.
“The deuce she does! Well, that’s very interesting. What about it?”
William’s forehead began to glisten again.
“It don’t seem as if I ought to hold my tongue.”
“Then I shouldn’t.”
“Only my young lady she don’t want to be drawn into it, if you take my meaning, sir.
Algy laughed a little grimly.
“I don’t suppose any of us wanted to be drawn into it.”
“No, sir. All very well on the pictures murders are, but close at hand there’s something ’orrid about them to my way of thinking.”
“Two minds with but a single thought,” said Algy. “Now what about coming to the point-getting the stuff off the chest?”
William produced the handkerchief again.
“Sunday nights when I have my evening out I go over to Railing, but Sunday nights when I don’t my young lady she comes over here, and I can slip out and we do a bit of walk up and down in the lane, and last night-”
“You slipped out?”
“Yes, sir. And Ellen she says to me-her name is Ellen Hawkins and she’s got a married sister that keeps a toy-shop in Railing-very nice people they are, and Ellen she’s at the Hand and Flower-”
“What did she say?”
“Well, she hadn’t heard about Mr. Sturrock being shot. She’d had the afternoon off from four o’clock, so she wasn’t there when the police come, and she didn’t know nothing about it, and she says, ‘Oh, William,’ she says, ‘how ’orrid! I wouldn’t ha’ come over if I’d ha’ known.’ And ‘It don’t seem hardly right, and you’ll have to take me home, for I won’t go by myself and that’s flat,’ she says, so I done it.”
“Is that all?” said Algy after a prolonged pause.
William shook his head.
“Oh, no, sir. We got talking while we were going along like, and Ellen she told me something, and I told her she didn’t ought to keep it to herself.”
Algy regarded William with admiration.
“Good man! What did she tell you?”
“We had quite a difference of opinion about it, sir, and I don’t say there wasn’t something in what she said.”
“Well, what did she say?”
“Well, she put it this way, sir-if the police come and asked her, she’s be bound to tell them, and if they didn’t ask her, then it wasn’t none of her business. ‘And look what come to poor Mr. Sturrock,’ she says. ‘You won’t make me nor anyone else believe that he didn’t know something,’ she says, ‘and that’s why he was done in. And I wish I’d held my tongue and not told you anything,’ she says.”
“What did she tell you?” said Algy.
William turned an even brighter plum.
“If you’ll excuse me, sir, there’s talk about the police thinking you done it. And I said to Ellen, ‘You wouldn’t let them go and arrest Mr. Somers and all for the want of a word.’ And that’s where we had our difference of opinion, because Ellen she said she would but of course she don’t know you, sir.”
“And you’ve known me how long? About a day and a half.”
“It don’t take as long as that to know what a gentleman’s like,” said William. “No one’s going to make me believe you shot Mr. Sturrock nor Sir Francis neither. Now the other-”
“That’s very nice of you and all. And now suppose you tell me what Ellen told you.”
“Well, sir, it was this way. Ellen’s second housemaid at the Hand and Flower, and she hasn’t any business in the smoke-room on a Sunday afternoon, so I wouldn’t like to be getting her into trouble.”
“You won’t,” said Algy. “Get on.”
“Well, sir, it was her afternoon off like I told you, and she was all dressed to go out, and the smoke-room being empty, she slipped in to have a look at one of the papers there-something about the pattern of a dress she seen the picture of and was wanting to copy and she wasn’t sure she’d got it right. Well, then she got a fright. She heard voices in the passage, and one of them was Mr. Rudge, the proprietor. She didn’t want him to find her there, so she stepped behind the curtain, which was a right-down silly thing to do, because it made her look as if she was doing something wrong. She took a look through the curtain, and the talking had stopped, and then she got another fright, because Mr. Sturrock come into the room. He walked over to the table and stood looking down at the papers that was on it, and Ellen thought whatever should she do if he was going to stay. But he didn’t. He went back to the door and looked along the passage, and after a minute he went out and Ellen she come out from behind the curtain, but when she got to the door, there was Mr. Sturrock in the telephone-box right opposite, and she dursn’t pass him, so she stayed where she was, and that’s how it come that she heard what he was saying.”
“Those boxes are supposed to be sound-proof, aren’t they?”
“This one isn’t, sir, because the door doesn’t fit. There’s a radiator quite near, and the wood’s shrunk, so it won’t stay shut, not all the way down. And Ellen says she heard Mr. Sturrock say, ‘Is that you?’ and she says she heard him name a name.”
“What name?”
“And she heard him say, ‘I’ve got to see you,’ and then something about some letters and it’s being worth his while.
She says she didn’t pay any particular attention because of watching her opportunity to slip out, but she does remember Mr. Sturrock saying, ‘It’ll have to be in the house. I won’t come out to meet you, and you know why. You bring the money, and I’ll have the letters ready for you.’ And then she got her chance because he turned clean away from her, and she ran for it.”
“You said she heard a name.”
William lost some of his ruddy colour.
“Mr. Sturrock was shot, sir. I’d like to be sure about Ellen not coming to any harm.”
“She can have police protection. She’ll have to speak-she’ll have to say what she knows. Come on, man, give me the name!”
William gulped.
“Ellen she heard Mr. Sturrock say, ‘Is that you?’ and she heard him name a name, and she says it was Rooster.”
Algy sat quite stiff for about a minute. Then he said, “What?” very softly, and William said,
“Rooster, sir.”
There was another silence. Then Algy got up. His mind felt stiff and his tongue felt stiff, but he managed to say,
“Thank you very much, William.”
He went out of the room and downstairs to the study, where he rang up Railing Place and asked if he could speak to Mr. Montagu Lushington. He thought it would add an ironic touch to the situation if Brewster were presently to enquire whether he could take a message. Instead, Monty’s voice, rather stiff and chilly:
“What is it?”
“Algy Somers speaking, sir. I want to come over and see you-at once, if I may.”
“I hardly think that would be advisable.” The voice had lost its last vestige of human warmth.
Very difficult to persist, but Algy persisted.
“Look here, sir, I’ve just heard something which I think is tremendously important. I think you ought to know what it is before I give it to the police. I can’t tell you about it on the telephone. May I come over? It’s-it’s really important.”
“I think it is inadvisable,” said Montagu Lushington. After a moment’s pause he added, “I think you might find it difficult to get here.” The line went dead.
Algy hung up at his end, and thought, “That means I’m to be arrested… Monty wants to keep out of the mess… I don’t blame him… It mightn’t mean anything more than my not being allowed to leave Cole Lester…”
He looked at his watch. Twenty-three minutes to four. It would take him the best part of an hour to reach Railing Place. But something had been said about a short cut. He couldn’t remember who had said it, but something had been said.