She pressed her lips together for a moment, and then said,
‘We were at a reception at the Deanery the night before last. Candida made herself conspicuous with a young man of whom we do not approve. On our return home she went upstairs with my sister, accompanying her to the door of her room. It is possible that my sister reproved her for her conduct – I do not know. But as I came up behind then I was aware that there was something wrong – my sister seemed to be much distressed. When she had gone into her room I spoke to Candida. I told her that her aunt was not strong and must not be upset. She said, “What does it matter when you are as old as that? She will die soon anyhow.” ’
‘She used those words? You are certain?’
‘I am perfectly certain.’
‘They were spoken in anger?’
‘They were spoken coolly, impudently – and I struck her.’
He made no comment. Perhaps that stung her. She tapped with her foot.
‘No doubt she will tell you about it herself, but you need not suppose that she will tell you the truth. You can ask Anna. My sister had rung for her, and she was coming along the passage. I do not know how much she heard, but she saw what I was provoked into doing. I am not accustomed to having my word doubted, but in a case of murder I understand that the testimony of a second person is desirable. Anna is such a person.’
‘Certainly. But I would ask you again what reason you have to suppose that your sister was murdered.’
She stood there straight and motionless, the black shawl falling almost to her feet.
‘My sister was greatly fatigued – she went up early. Anna left her in bed. Why should she have got up again. She would not have done so unless she had been persuaded, and who was there to persuade her except that girl? I know that she had already tried to see my sister, because I heard a sound in the passage and I opened my door. Candida was about to enter my sister’s room. Anna can confirm this if she chooses. She was there, but Candida seems to have bewitched her – she may not tell the truth. I have not discussed the matter with her. When I said that my sister was not to be disturbed, they went away. Do you think it surprising if I believe that Candida came back later? I do not know how she persuaded my sister to leave her room, but it is clear that she was persuaded, and that when she came to the head of the stairs she was pushed. She was in frail health, and it would not have been difficult. That is all I have to say.’ She turned round and walked out of the room.
Dr. Gardiner whistled.
‘And where do we go from here?’ he said.
Since it was just then that the police surgeon, the photographer, and other police reinforcements arrived, Rock had no occasion to reply. There is a routine that waits on violent death. Photographs and fingerprints must be taken before the body can be moved or decent privacy be accorded it. A postmortem lies ahead. It was some time before Rock was at leisure for an interview. He had in a young detective to take shorthand notes and sent for Anna.
The resulting interview was both confused and confusing. Anna had had time to weep herself stupid. Yes, she remembered the ladies coming back from the Deanery party. Her poor Miss Cara had gone upstairs with Miss Candida. Miss Olivia came up afterwards. No, she didn’t see them come home, she didn’t see them go up. She came when the bell rang from Miss Cara’s room.
‘When you came along the passage, what did you see?’
‘Nothing – nothing. Why should there be anything to see?’
‘Miss Olivia says there was. She says that she struck Miss Sayle. She says you must have seen it.’
Anna gave a convulsive sob.
‘Why does she say that? It is better that we all forget!’
‘But she did strike her?’
Anna threw up her hands.
‘She has a quick temper. She has struck me before now. If anything is said about Miss Cara, she cannot bear it.’
‘Something was said about Miss Cara?’
‘Yes – yes! She will not bear it – ever!’
‘Miss Sayle said something about Miss Cara. What did she say?’
‘It was something about her being ill.’
‘Was there anything said about her dying?’
Anna cried out.
‘Oh, no, no – I do not know – I do not know! If one is ill one can always die! And she will not bear it – that is the thing she will not bear! No one must say that Miss Cara is ill, that she is tired, that she is old – no one may say it ever!’
‘Did Miss Sayle say that she was old?’
Anna looked at him in a bewildered way.
‘How do I know?’
‘Did you hear her say it?’
‘I do not know what I heard. It was all so quick, and Miss Olivia was angry.’
‘Did you hear Miss Sayle say that Miss Cara was old and would die soon?’
Anna put her hands over her face.
‘No – no – no! I tell you I do not know what they say! When Miss Olivia is like that I shake all over! Yes, after forty years!’ Her hands dropped. She looked at him with streaming eyes. ‘Miss Candida says something about Miss Cara – that she is ill, she is tired – I do not know what! And Miss Olivia strikes her in the face!’
Try as he would, he got no more from her than that.
When he came to the previous evening, she was still very much agitated, but not nearly so confused. Miss Cara would not settle down. She was tired, she wept. Anna went to fetch Miss Candida.
‘Why?’
‘Miss Cara loves her. I think it will comfort her if Miss Candida comes to say good night. But Miss Olivia is angry. She sends us away, and she locks the door.’
‘She locked Miss Cara’s door?’
Anna nodded vigorously.
‘There is a bathroom between their two rooms. She locks Miss Cara’s door and she goes through into her own room.’
‘And after that did you go back to Miss Cara at all?’
‘No – no – I do not see her again – until this morning – and she is dead!’
He picked up a pencil and balanced it.
‘Yes, you found her, didn’t you? Tell me about it.’
He had had it all poured out to him when he came, but he wanted to hear it again. A tale repeated word for word could suggest that it had been learned by heart, yet sometimes that was how an uneducated witness would repeat it. On the other hand, a frightened woman telling lies could easily forget just what lies she had told and slip into a revealing difference.
Anna’s tale remained as she had sobbed it out over Miss Cara’s body.
‘I come to wake her. It is seven o’clock. I bring with me the tray with the tea things and I go to her room. I go to her first because I want to know how she has slept. She is not in her bed, and I think perhaps she is in the bathroom. I put down the tray and I go to look, but she is not there. I listen at Miss Olivia’s door, but there is no sound. Then I think she has gone to Miss Candida, and I go back along the passage and past the stairs, and when I am there I look down into the hall and I see my Miss Cara lying there, and she is dead!’
The tears were streaming down her face.
‘You went down to her?’
She spread out her hands.
‘Oh, yes, yes – how can I not go down!’
‘Did you touch her – move her?’
‘I touch her hand, her cheek, and I know that she is dead! I see her poor head – oh, Dio Mio! But I do not move her – I know I must not do that! I go to fetch Miss Candida!’
Rock said quickly,
‘Was Miss Cara’s door still locked this morning?’
‘No – no!’ Anna was emphatic.
‘Then she must have unlocked it herself.’
Anna looked down into her lap.
‘Or Miss Olivia,’ she said.
Chapter Twenty-five
Candida came into the room and took a chair at the side of the writing-table. She had seen the Inspector when he arrived, but the young man with his writing-pad on his knee was new to her. They were both part of the horrid dream which had taken the place of normal everyday life. She felt giddy and a little sick. Things seemed to be a long way off. She was glad to sit down.