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CHAPTER XXV
When the door had shut Frank turned a cool sarcastic gaze upon her.
“Well?” he said.
“Are you asking me something, Frank?”
“I’m asking you what you’ve got up your sleeve.”
“My dear Frank!”
“Oh, I know, I know-you never have anything there, you never pull rabbits out of hats, and you never, never, never keep anything from the police. Or is it a case of hardly ever?”
“Only when it is a theory which has yet to be proved-never in the case of a fact.”
He cocked an eyebrow.
“And the borderline between fact and theory? Rather like the European boundary situation, don’t you think? So you have got a theory. Are you going to tell me what it is?… No? Well, I’ve got one too, and I’d like to talk to you about it. Which means of course that I would like you to agree with me. It’s about the girl who waited outside the bank whilst the murderer did his job. Beautiful Blonde And Bandaged Bandit, as the papers have it. I suppose you didn’t see her as well as the man?
His tone was a mocking one, but she replied in a serious ma
“No, Frank. And whoever may have seen her during the period when she was waiting for the murderer, I think it is quite certain that no one will ever see her again.”
“You don’t mean-” He looked startled for a moment. “No-I don’t think you do. Well, perpend. I’m not going to risk being wrong.”
She made a slight negative movement.
“Oh, no, I do not mean that she will have been murdered, but merely that she had never existed. No one would set out to do robbery and murder with a spectacularly blonde young woman well to the fore as his accomplice. She was, I gather, seen by a number of passers by, and it was undoubtedly intended that she should be seen. May I ask just what these people have to say?”
“You may indeed! Miss Muffin, who is an old lady’s companion, is a positive fount of information. She says the damsel had ‘Very golden hair. I mean, one couldn’t help wondering if it was natural, though of course respectable girls do do such strange things to their hair nowadays. And oh, yes-eyebrows halfway up her forehead-so odd-very much made-up-and the sort of complexion that takes hours to do. But quite u
Miss Silver inclined her head.
“I think you are right. But there is, however, some valuable material for conjecture. Miss Muffin’s description is extremely helpful. I gather that the car was found deserted in a lane near Ledstow. The young woman would have to get away from there, and before doing so she would certainly take steps to alter her appearance. The golden wig would be taken off and the make-up removed. She would then probably put on some kind of coat, preferably a raincoat. Since the sky was overcast, this would be quite natural, and an excellent disguise for the figure. Substitute a head-square for the hat, and all chance of recognition would be avoided. But she would have to make her way from the place where the car was abandoned, and as quickly as possible. She may, or may not, have already dropped the man. I think she would do so as soon as she could. But whilst it was highly necessary that they should separate and return without delay to their normal surroundings, neither of them would dare to risk a public conveyance. A motor-bicycle, or a bicycle, here presents itself as a probability. Was there any place in this lane in which the car was found, or in its immediate vicinity, where a bicycle might have been concealed?”
He nodded.
“You’ve got it. There’s a derelict shed just off a track which runs into the lane. A motor-bicycle had stood there- Jackson found traces of oil. The man probably went off that way. You can’t beat a cap and goggles as a disguise, and he could have gone on along the coast past the Catherine-Wheel, or into Ledstow, or back to Ledlington. He could have taken the girl up behind him, or she could have had her own pedal bicycle or a car of a different make and gone off in another direction, possibly taking the loot, which amounted to about three thousand pounds. I think myself that they would separate as soon as possible.”
“I think so too.”
He pushed back his chair.
“Two hearts that beat as one! Jackson and I will now revert to looking for needles in bundles of hay. He is better at it than I am. I get bored.” He leaned forward suddenly. “Look here-why did Mrs. Craddock faint like that?”
“She is a delicate woman, Frank.”
One of his colourless eyebrows rose.
“Well, I suppose she goes on being delicate all the time, but she isn’t always fainting. Why should her delicacy be aggravated to swooning-point just at the moment when Craddock a
Miss Silver coughed gently.
“It was certainly dramatic. But was that all that struck you?”
“Was there anything which ought to have struck me?”
“I just wondered whether anything had. Whether, for instance, you had been observing Mr. John Robinson with any particular attention.”
He looked puzzled.
“Well, I don’t know. He was playing the fool a bit. There were moments when I had an idea that he was enjoying himself. Of course he might be quite a suitable suspect, if you put it that way. Well established character as an eccentric-nature study and bird-watching, which accounts for his coming and going at any odd hour-boarded-up windows, and a garden which is practically enclosed by a palisade. But then most of this applies to Craddock too. He studies plants under planetary influences. Which sounds a bit like plucking the fifth cinquefoil from the left at three minutes past midnight when the moon is dark and something or other is in the ascendant, as all the best spells have it. And uncommonly convenient for a gentleman who needs a smokescreen. And it was Mrs. Craddock who fainted.”
Miss Silver gazed at him mildly.
“Let us return to Mr. John Robinson. When I asked you whether you had paid him any particular attention I was referring to his habit of quotation.”
Frank Abbott laughed.
“Oh, that? Well, it’s hardly an indictable offence. We have been known to do it ourselves. But I remember he first quoted Te
She allowed herself a faint, brief smile.
“He made two quotations. They were both from the same poem-rather a famous one. One was, in fact, the first two lines of that poem, and the other from the last two.”