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The iron bar, which might have supplied some evidence, was, to put it baldly, a washout. It bore traces of having been used to cause the fatal injury, but it was too deeply rusted to carry any man’s fingerprints. How it came to the place where it was found, there was nothing to show. It could have been snatched up by Joseph Rossi and used to silence a frightened woman, or it could have been in some way part of the trap which guarded the Benevento Treasure. Word went back to the county police that there was not sufficient grounds for a prosecution, and Joseph Rossi was discharged.
He walked in upon his wife A
‘You don’t seem very pleased to see me,’ he said.
She had turned very pale. She went back a step.
‘It is just – that I am – surprised.’
He went through into the kitchen and sat down.
‘Well, cook me a meal – and it had better be a good one! How much money have you got in the house?’
She stood on the other side of the table and stared at him.
‘I don’t know.’
The words were slow and reluctant. His came back quick and cold.
‘Then find out! I’m not staying here to be pointed at! I’ll take what you’ve got and be off! You can send me more later! Did Miss Olivia leave you anything?’
She would have liked to lie, but she was too much afraid. Her eyes widened in her dark, anxious face.
‘I – she -’
‘She did! How much?’
‘It was just – some money – in a parcel – ’
‘I said, “How much?” ’
She moistened her lips with her tongue.
‘It was – a hundred pounds – in notes.’
He reached across the table and caught her by the wrist.
‘You are lying! Even she wouldn’t do that – after forty years!’
She tried to step back, but he held her.
‘There is money to come when the lawyer has settled everything. An a
‘How much?’
‘I do not know. They say I will be taken care of. There is something for you too – a parcel with money in it. There was one for you and one for me. She gave them to me when she was dying.’
He let go of her wrist.
‘Get them!’
She went without a word, her mind in a confusion of fear. She had always been afraid of Joseph – always. But at Underhill there had been Miss Olivia over them both, and even Joseph had been afraid of Miss Olivia. Now there was no one but him and her, and the money between them. He would take the money, hers as well as his, and she would be left. That was better than if he made her go with him – much, much better. There was a trembling in her limbs when she thought that he might make her go with him.
She was talking to herself as she went up the stairs.
‘No, A
The money was in the room that she was using, put away under the mattress of the bed. She got it out now. There were two parcels, done up with paper and string and written on in Miss Olivia’s hand, ‘A
The other parcel was much bulkier. It too had been prepared beforehand, only the name had been put on it after Miss Olivia had been taken ill. A
He looked up as she came back into the kitchen with the packages in either hand. He had lighted a cigarette, and the smoke and the acrid smell of it hung upon the air. He rolled his own cigarettes and he liked them strong. He looked at her package first.
‘You have opened it?’
‘Yes.’
‘You said there was a hundred pounds.’
‘Yes.’
He took his own and tore the paper off. A bundle of dirty one-pound notes came into view and he stared at them. They might have come from some low gambling dive. They reeked of tobacco. It was difficult to believe that Miss Olivia could have brought herself to handle them. There was no message, no enclosure of any kind, only his name on the outside wrapping. He laid down his cigarette on the table and began to count them. The notes must have got damp, for they stuck to one another. He licked his forefinger to separate them. He had a trick of it when he counted money, or even when he turned the pages of a book. That the notes were rank did not disturb him unduly. The finger went to his mouth again and again.
‘Thirty – thirty-one – thirty-two – ’
He thought there would be a hundred. With A
He went on with his counting.
‘Forty – forty-one – forty-two – ’
The cigarette smoke came up in his throat and nose. He waved it away.
‘Fifty – fifty-one – fifty-two – ’
He began to lose count.
‘Sixty-five – sixty-seven – sixty-nine – ’
A
He was dead before the doctor came.
Chapter Forty-four
Retley buzzed. There was another inquest, and another funeral at which there would no doubt have been the usual gathering together of the morbid-minded if it had not taken place at eight o’clock in the morning and the secret very well kept. As it was, a mere handful of people drifted in to watch A
‘And I’m sure it’s ever so good of you to do it, Miss Silver, but I couldn’t, not for anything in the world. If ever anyone was well rid of a murdering good-for-nothing, it’s poor Auntie, and the less said about it the better.’
Candida saw them before they left Retley. A
Candida Sayle had very little response for anyone during this time. She went to Derek Burdon’s wedding, which was also at eight in the morning, and she kissed him and Je