“This is a very sad accident, Superintendent,” she said.
Something in the way she said it gave him just that hint of opposition which puts a man’s back up. Mr. Pearson knew well enough that Dr. Frith wasn’t satisfied about its being an accident. Very outspoken about it Frith had been, and nothing was going to persuade Superintendent Vyner that Mr. Pearson had held his tongue. Why, it wasn’t in nature that he wouldn’t have passed on what he’d heard. Frith shouldn’t really have talked so free. But there it was, he’d said right out in front of the butler and Mr. Pearson that it wasn’t an accident, and it was a hundred to one that Mr. Pearson would have passed that on. So when Miss Paradine got off with its being a sad accident it just naturally put his back up, because it looked like she was trying to come it over him. And he was in his duty.
He sat up straight in the Queen Anne chair, and he looked at the lady and said right out,
“Dr. Frith doesn’t think it was an accident.”
She had a handkerchief in her hand. She might have been crying, or she might not. She touched her lips with it, sitting up very straight on the sofa, and said,
“Dr. Frith? What do you mean? Dr. Horton was my brother’s doctor.”
The Superintendent nodded.
“Dr. Frith is the Police Surgeon. It’s his opinion that it was no accident.” He told her why.
She listened with increasing distress.
“But, Superintendent-I can’t believe it. You mean you think-no, Dr. Frith thinks-that my brother was pushed?”
“That’s what he makes of the evidence, and I’m bound to say that’s how it looks to me.”
She was staring at him with a horrified expression.
“But who-there’s no one-it’s too dreadful-”
“That’s what we’ve got to find out. I take it you will give us all the assistance you can.”
“Of course.”
“Then perhaps you won’t mind answering a few questions.”
“Oh, no.”
He sat forward a little-a big man, heavily built, with grey hair beginning to recede from the temples, and a square, weather-beaten face. The hair had once been fair, and the rather deep-set eyes were astonishingly blue. He said,
“I would like to ask whether there is anyone you might suspect.”
“Indeed there isn’t.”
“No one with a motive-no one who might have wanted him out of the way? No quarrels? No threats or threatening letters?”
“None that I knew about.”
“No differences of opinion in the business-or in the family?”
Miss Paradine’s tone was very cold as she replied,
“Certainly not.”
Vyner said with a shade of apology in his voice,
“You mustn’t mind my asking you these questions-they have to be answered. Now you had a family party here last night. These are the names as your butler gave them to me. Staying in the house, besides yourself and Mr. Paradine, there were Mr. and Mrs. Wray and Mr. Pearson. Mr. and Mrs. Ambrose, Miss Ambrose, and Miss Pennington, Mr. Mark Paradine and Mr. Richard Paradine dined here. Is that correct?”
“Quite.”
“At what time did you dine?”
“Eight o’clock is our dinner hour, but we were a few minutes late. Mr. Wray’s visit was on business. We were not expecting him, and the meal was delayed.”
“I see. Can you tell me when you left the dining-room?”
“At about nine o’clock, I suppose-I didn’t notice particularly.”
“The party broke up rather early, didn’t it?”
“Mrs. Ambrose was anxious about her little girl. They left at about half past nine.”
“And Mr. Mark and Mr. Richard?”
“Soon afterwards.”
“Did Mr. Paradine join you in the drawing-room after dinner?”
“No.”
“Was that usual?”
Miss Paradine hesitated. Then she said,
“I don’t think I know quite what you mean.”
The Superintendent looked at her very straight.
“You had a New Year’s Eve party. Mr. Paradine did not join you in the drawing-room. He went straight from the dining-room to his study. Wouldn’t that be unusual?”
She said,
“I don’t think he was quite himself.”
“You mean that he was ill?”
“Oh, no-not ill-I didn’t mean that. He just didn’t seem quite himself, and when he didn’t come into the drawing-room, I thought he wanted to be quiet. He had had a lot of business all day. Mr. Wray was with him right up to dinner-time, I believe. And he wasn’t a young man.”
He thought, “She’s doing a lot of explaining.” He asked,
“Did you see him at all after you left the dining-room?”
She said, “No.” The handkerchief went to her lips again.
“Not when the party was breaking up?”
“No.”
“He didn’t come out of the study when Mr. and Mrs. Ambrose and the others were going away?”
“No.”
“Did they go into the study to say goodbye?”
She said, “No,” again.
He shifted his weight on the chair.
“Wouldn’t that be rather unusual, Miss Paradine?”
Her face showed only offence, but on the hand which was holding the handkerchief the knuckles stood up white.
“No-I don’t know. I think we all took it for granted that he didn’t wish to be disturbed. It was a family party. There was no need to stand on ceremony.”
“Then did none of you see him again?”
“Not that I know of. Oh, I believe Mr. Wray did.”
“Oh, Mr. Wray did? Yes, I remember he said so- he went in to say goodnight. Did nobody else do that?”
“Really, I can’t say.”
“Mr. and Mrs. Ambrose didn’t-or Miss Ambrose-or Mr. Mark-or Mr. Richard?”
“No.”
“Or you yourself?”
“I did not think that he would wish to be disturbed.”
“Or Mrs. Wray?”
“Oh, no. She went upstairs before I did.”
He leaned forward.
“Miss Paradine, you must realise that all this has a very unusual sound. I feel obliged to ask you whether there was anything to account for this break-up of the party and no one except Mr. Wray having seen Mr. Paradine to say goodnight. I am bound to tell you what it looks like to me, and that is a family quarrel.”
“There was no quarrel.”
“No difference of opinion? No unpleasantness of any kind? Nothing to make Mr. Paradine go off to his study? Nothing to account for the party breaking up at half past nine without saying goodnight to him?”
She sat up very straight and said coldly,
“The party broke up because Mrs. Ambrose was anxious about her little girl.”
“A case of serious illness?”
“Oh, no. She is apt to be overanxious.”
“Miss Paradine, you must see that this does not account for the whole party breaking up before a quarter to ten. And it doesn’t explain why no one said goodnight to Mr. Paradine. Do you really wish to maintain that nothing had occurred which would account for these things-nothing of an unpleasant nature?”
She looked him straight in the face and said,
“There was nothing.”
Chapter 16
The family were just across the passage in Phyllida’s sitting-room. The instinct to keep together, to avoid being singled out, had taken them there-the old primitive herd instinct. This time no one sat down. Mark leaned on the mantelpiece and looked into the fire, his shoulder turned upon the room. Dicky still twisted a bit of string. There was one of those horrid silences which no one breaks because no one wants to be the first to voice the common thought. The fact that Albert was at a loss for words was enough to keep anyone else from speaking. It had never happened before, and would probably never happen again. He stood there, the last into the room, looking for all the world like something out of the family album. There was the same stiffness, the fixed regard, the attempt at an easy pose.