“It’s not time for tea, is it?”
“Well, not formal like it’s not. But you can have tea any time, that’s what I always say. And I’ve got some lovely eggs. My brother Steve he brought them in yesterday afternoon-come over with his youngest, Doris. She’s got a look of you, me dear, if you don’t mind my saying so, and a real nice gel she is. Well then, I’ll do you a negg, and I’ll do it right away, because your friend she won’t be wanting more than a cuppa, I should say. I’ve seen her before. Last week it was-Thursday or Friday -and she come in for a cuppa. So you have your egg, me dear, and she’ll be only too pleased.”
Kathy sat still. She didn’t know afterwards whether she had dropped asleep or not. She might have, but if she did, it was only for a minute or two. She had the curious feeling that time had stopped.
Miss Silver went into the prison. She was taken to the room that she had been in before, and presently Jimmy was brought there. He looked a little brighter than he had that first time, and he was certainly glad to see her. She transacted her business with him-a matter of the time he had left his mother and her friend, and the time it had taken him to drive to his meeting-place with Miriam. He gave clear answers, and Miss Silver would have been a good deal more comfortable about his movements if it had not been for a most trying discrepancy between the evidence of the two ladies concerned-Mrs. Marsden stating that she looked at her watch just after Jimmy had left and had found the time to be ten minutes past six, whereas Mrs. Mottingley had said that Jimmy left the house at six-thirty. Both ladies had been obstinate in sticking to the fidelity of their timepieces. Jimmy said frankly that he didn’t remember, but he added that the drawing-room clock was always going wrong. He did not seem to take in the importance of the twenty minutes’ difference, and the mere fact that he did not do so tended to make his evidence the more credible to Miss Silver, though she doubted if it would have that effect upon a jury. However, there was no more to be done with it, and after all both times were open to argument. So much depended upon the speed at which Jimmy had driven.
Miss Silver turned to the subject of Kathy.
“You had another visitor this afternoon, Mr. Mottingley.”
“Another visitor?”
“Miss Kathy Lingbourne. She did not know that she would have to get special permission to see you, but I met her at the gates and told her that I would give you a message and take back one from you. You have a very firm friend there, Mr. Mottingley.”
She saw his hands catch one another close. He said in a shaking voice,
“I didn’t expect her to come. I-I haven’t treated her right.”
“She is not thinking of that, I can assure you.”
“I-I don’t mean that there was anything between us-there wasn’t. She was just kind to me, as she is to everyone. I was a friend of her brother’s. His name’s Len-he’s in my father’s business. And Kathy was wonderful to me-to all of us. Kathy’s good.”
“Yes, I could see that.”
“Anyone could see it with Kathy. Oh, that sounds rude! I don’t mean to be rude. What I mean is-”
Miss Silver smiled.
“You need not trouble to explain, Mr. Mottingley. I know exactly what you mean. Miss Kathy, as you said, is good. I would trust her judgment, and she is very sure of your innocence.”
Jimmy brushed a hand across his eyes. Then he looked straight at Miss Silver.
“If Kathy believes in me it’s something to go on. You can see that, can’t you? I didn’t think anyone would, but you say Kathy does.”
“Yes, Miss Kathy does. You can rely on that.”
When her interview was over Miss Silver crossed the road to the bun-shop.
Kathy had just eaten an egg and some bread and butter and was looking much better. She looked up at Miss Silver with pleading eyes, but she waited while Mrs. Brown took the order and bustled away. Then she said,
“Miss Silver, how is he?”
Miss Silver smiled very kindly.
“I think that he is better, and I think that your message and the fact that you had come over to see him did him a great deal of good. I think he has been feeling very much forsaken. His parents, though truly devoted, have built up a wall of separation between themselves and him. He was their fourth child, and they lost the other three. I think that they imposed an iron discipline upon him, not so much for his sake as for their own, and instead of strengthening his character they weakened it.”
Kathy’s eyes were very soft.
“Oh, you do understand. It has been just like that, only I didn’t know that they cared.”
“They care very deeply,” said Miss Silver.
“I didn’t know,” said Kathy. “And he didn’t know either. If-if they really do care, do you think you could tell him so? I think it would make a great difference to him. And-and if you get the opportunity, do you think that you could get them to see that he doesn’t need scolding. Anyone can think of things to say to themselves which are far worse than what anyone else can say to them. Only-only they won’t do it while they are defending themselves. I do know that because of my sister. She’s only eighteen, and if she has done anything stupid-like girls do, you know-and you leave it to her, she will say what she’s done and how stupid it was. But if I were to say it, she would make a quarrel of it and say it was just what anyone would do. Oh, I’m putting it very badly, but I’m sure you know what I mean.”
“Yes, my dear, I do.”
The tea came, and Miss Silver enjoyed it.
“It is so seldom that one gets tea really properly made like this is. Most people do not observe the golden rule of making sure that the kettle has boiled, and freshly boiled.”
A highly gratified Mrs. Brown responded.
“Ah, there you have it! That’s what I always say. I remember when I first went into service at the Manor House the cook there she didn’t believe in having the water freshly boiled, and it was pain and grief to me with the training I’d had from my dear mother, to see the haphazard ways of her. Well, another ten years and I was cook meself, and I give you me word they thought the tea had been changed, it made all that of a difference.”
When she had gone away, Kathy turned to Miss Silver.
“Will you tell me what I must do to see Jimmy?”
Miss Silver was silent for a moment. Then she said,
“My dear, I know you only want to do what is best for him.”
Kathy looked at her with wide startled eyes.
“Oh, yes I do-I do.”
“Then I think I must say to you that I think it would be very unwise-”
“For me to see him? Oh, Miss Silver, why?”
“Can you not see why? I think you must do so if you think of the circumstances. Mr. Jimmy went down to Hazeldon to see this unfortunate girl. If it comes to a trial, the prosecution will suggest that they quarrelled, and that in the course of this quarrel he killed her. I think that you ought to abstain very carefully from doing or saying anything which may tend to supply a reason for such a quarrel. His interest in another woman would be such a reason. I think it would be absolutely fatal both for your own sake and that of Jimmy Mottingley himself that there should be any hint of his possible interest in another woman. You have spoken of a brother and sisters. Have you no father, my dear?”
Kathy started.
“Oh, yes. My mother died when I was seventeen, and I came home to look after the younger children and to run the house. My father is a solicitor. He is a very busy man, and he is not very strong. I didn’t want to trouble him.”.