Colonel Bostock said, “ ‘Hm!” in the tone of a man who prefers to keep his counsel. Vyner, meeting Miss Silver’s enquiring gaze, remarked,
“There’s something in it.”
He received a darting glance from his Chief Constable.
“What’s the good of that? Trying to say something without saying anything! Plain fact is we don’t know. On his own showing Mark was here till half past eleven. He may have gone away and left his uncle alive like he says, or he may have pushed him over.”
“He comes in for most of the property-” said Vyner in a dubious voice.
Colonel Bostock turned again to Miss Silver.
“It’ll be him, or it’ll be that girl Irene. Shocking thing, but when a girl’s pushed one person off a cliff, you can’t say she mightn’t do it again. Happened when she was at school with my girls. She’d got a stray kitten. Against rules. Meddling busybody of a girl said she’d inform and get the kitten destroyed. Irene pushed her in the river. Might have been drowned. Fortunately wasn’t. Very unpleasant affair.”
Vyner took up the tale.
“Mrs. Ambrose is said to be wrapped up in her children. Suppose Mr. Ambrose took those prints- he was one of the people who knew all about them. He certainly handled them. He had the opportunity of taking the cylinder out of Mr. Paradine’s case while Mr. Mark was looking out of the window. It isn’t nice to think of these things, but it seems his mother was a German-he may have been got hold of. The talk in the town is they live above their means. She’s no manager. There’s a good bit of money owing-bills that have been let run on. I don’t mean to say there’s anything they couldn’t pay, but they don’t. Well then, suppose he’d taken the prints-he might have been offered a big price for the chance of getting them photographed. He might have reckoned on being able to put them back on Thursday night and nobody any the wiser. But before dinner’s over Mr. Paradine gets up and says his piece- says one of the family’s a criminal and he knows which one it is. That’s torn it as far as putting them back unbeknownst goes. If you will turn to Mr. Ambrose’s statement you will see that he says less than any of them. And that’s him all through. From what I can make out nobody’s had a word out of him about any of it.”
Colonel Bostock grunted.
“Can’t say a man’s guilty because he don’t talk.”
“No, sir. I’m not saying he’s guilty-I’m putting a case. If he had taken the prints he’d have had to think what he was going to do, and think quick. The only thing he could do would be to throw himself on Mr. Paradine’s mercy. We know he took his party away at a quarter to ten. We know he and his wife both went out again. She says she went for Dr. Horton. He says he went to look for her. Nobody knows when either of them came in. Suppose Mr. Ambrose went to the River House and Mrs. Ambrose followed him-he might have told her something, or she might have guessed. The Ambroses are in Meadowcroft just across the river from here-a long way round by the driving road, but not more than seven or eight minutes’ walk by the foot-bridge and the cliff path. Say they went that way-Mr. Ambrose wouldn’t go round by the front door and risk being seen. At least I wouldn’t if I’d been in his shoes. I’d have come up on the terrace and knocked on this glass door behind me. Say Mr. Ambrose did that-his step-father would have let him in and they’d have had their talk. If Mrs. Ambrose was following her husband, there’d have been nothing to stop her unlatching the door and listening to what was said. There’s no proof in the way of fingerprints, because everybody had handled that door before we got here. Suppose she did that, suppose she found her husband was going to lose his job-and that would have been the very least of it if he’d been caught out selling a military secret. Whichever way you look at the thing, it was nothing less than ruin. Well, on what we know of Mrs. Ambrose, she’d think first about her children. When she was twelve years old and another girl threatened her kitten she pushed her into the river. What do you suppose she’d do now if she thought her children were threatened?”
“God bless my soul!” said Colonel Bostock. “What’s the good of talking like that? There’s no evidence.”
“No, sir-only a very strong probability. I’m not saying it was Mrs. Ambrose. Mr. Ambrose may have done it himself. I don’t go farther than to say that one of them might have done it. They were both out-a few minutes’ walk would have got them here. Either of them had a very strong motive if it was Mr. Ambrose who took the blue-prints. Everyone in the family knew that Mr. Paradine was sitting up. Everyone seems to have known that he always went out on the terrace the last thing before he went to bed. Either of them could have waited around for him and pushed him over.”
“So could half a dozen other people! I’m not saying one of them didn’t do it. Irene for choice. All I say is, there isn’t any proof.”
“No, sir,” said Superintendent Vyner.
Miss Silver coughed and asked an irrelevant question.
“I should be glad to know just where you found Mrs. Wray’s fingerprints.”
“God bless my soul-you’re not suspecting her!”
Miss Silver smiled in a very non-committal manner.
“If the Superintendent would be kind enough to inform me-”
Vyner was quite ready.
“Well, she sat in that chair the Chief Constable’s in now. Mr. Mark sat in it too. There were his prints and hers on the back and arms-Mr. Richard’s too, but he says he was in after tea.”
“Were there any more of Mrs. Wray’s, Superintendent?”
Vyner frowned.
“As a matter of fact, yes-and in two or three odd places. Seems she must have gone out through what I’m told was the late Mrs. Paradine’s bedroom. That’s the door, between the fireplace and the inner wall. There are prints of hers on the handle both sides of that, and the same with the door leading to the passage. There’s also a full handprint high up on the inside panel of the second door. Looks as if she’d groped her way out in the dark. I haven’t asked her about it yet-haven’t had time.”
“Has any reason occurred to you for her going out that way?”
“I can’t say it has.”
Miss Silver coughed delicately.
“If she was talking to her uncle and someone else came to the study door, Mr. Paradine may not have wished her to see who it was. He may have indicated the other way out. That is a possible explanation?”
Vyner looked at her with respect.
“It might have been that.”
“I think it was.”
“You think she may have heard Mr. Ambrose?”
“I would not say that. I received the impression that she had heard something. After speaking freely of her interview with Mr. Paradine she became very reserved-she was afraid to go on. She made an excuse to leave me. I did not press her then, but if you will permit me to do so, I should like to talk to her again.”
Vyner looked across the table. Colonel Bostock nodded.
Chapter 33
A little later Miss Silver met four people. Each was encountered in the most natural and casual manner. To each she addressed the same question.
Albert Pearson was passing along the passage when she came out of the study. He appeared to be on his way to the back stair leading to the bedroom floor above. At the sound of Miss Silver’s slight cough he looked round. When she said, “Oh, Mr. Pearson-” he turned back and came to meet her.
“Can I do anything for you, Miss Silver?”
“Oh, no, Mr. Pearson-I was just wondering if you knew what had happened to Thursday’s Times. There was something I wanted. But it does not really matter. I do not wish to be troublesome.”
Mr. Pearson was all that was polite. He thought Lane would know-“I will ask him.”
“Oh, pray do not trouble. I only wondered-do you happen to know whether Mr. Paradine had the paper on Thursday night?”