The Case Is Closed

Hilary said, ‘Oh – ’ and Henry said quickly, ‘What was the name?’

Miss Silver allowed her knitting to fall into her lap.

‘The name was Everton – Mrs. Bertram Everton.’

‘What!’ said Henry. Then, after a moment of stupefaction, ‘Who – I mean what? I mean, Bertie Everton isn’t married.’

‘Thirty years ago!’ gasped Hilary – “Bertie’s mother -Aunt Henrietta – the one that brought the red hair into the family!’

‘Exactly,’ said Miss Silver.

‘Was anything known about this?’ said Henry after a pause spent in dotting I’s and crossing T’s. ‘Hilary, did Marion know that this Mercer woman had been in service with the Everton family before she came to James Everton?’

Hilary looked bewildered.

‘She never said.’

Miss Silver glanced from one to the other.

‘A co

‘But look here, Miss Silver,’ said Henry – ‘how could it have not been known? If this Louisa Anketell Mercer woman was his brother’s cook for years, James Everton must have known her by sight.’

‘That is a point, Captain Cu

‘But he wasn’t!’ cried Hilary. ‘I mean he wasn’t a visitor – I mean James Everton wasn’t! Marion told me. He had a frightful row with his brother Bertram because they both wanted to marry Henrietta, and James never went there, or saw them, or anything.’

‘That certainly makes things easier,’ said Miss Silver. ‘I think we may assume that Mrs. Mercer concealed her previous co

‘That’s all very well,’ said Henry. ‘But debt of gratitude or no debt of gratitude, are you going to tell me that Mrs. Mercer perjured herself and swore away a perfectly i

‘A good deal of evidence will be necessary, Captain Cu

‘You say you are not assuming that Bertie Everton was the murderer -and unless his alibi breaks down he couldn’t have been, because he simply wasn’t within four hundred miles of Putney when James Everton was shot. But suppose his alibi was a fake and he did shoot his uncle, do you mean to say that a poor frightened creature like Mrs. Mercer would instantly on the spur of the moment invent a story which incriminates Geoffrey Grey and, what’s more, stick to it under cross-examination?’

‘I didn’t say anything about the spur of the moment,’ said Miss Silver gravely. ‘The murder of Mr. Everton was very carefully pla

‘You really think she is in danger?’ said Henry.

‘What is your own opinion, Captain Cu

Hilary shivered, and quite suddenly Henry’s opinion was that he would like to fly away with her in an aeroplane to the Mountains of the Moon. And on the top of that he remembered the foggy Ledstow road and his feet were cold. He said nothing, and Miss Silver said.

‘Exactly, Captain Cu

Hilary shivered again.

‘I keep thinking about Mrs. Mercer,’ she said. ‘She’s afraid -she’s awfully afraid of him. That’s why she wouldn’t speak to me last night. Do you think it’s safe for her – in that cottage – all alone with him?’

‘I think she is in very great danger,’ said Miss Silver.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

If I’d had to keep my temper for another second I should have burst!’ said Hilary.

Henry slipped a hand inside her arm.

‘If you’re going to develop a temper, the engagement’s off again,’ he said firmly.

Hilary wrinkled her nose at him.

‘I never said it was on. Oh, Henry, isn’t Cousin Selina grim? Much, much, much worse than I remembered.’

They had just emerged from Mrs. McAlister’s house In Murrayfield Avenue and were walking away from it as rapidly as possible. Mrs. McAlister was Cousin Selina, and the visit, which had only begun over night, had not so far added very greatly to the gaiety of anyone concerned.

‘Her husband was a pet,’ said Hilary. ‘He was a professor or something. He used to give me sweets, and she always said they were bad for me. And she’s got worse since he died, and the horrid part of it is that she is our relation, not him. She’s Marion ’s and my grandfather’s first cousin twice removed, and her name was Selina Carew, so it’s no good pretending she doesn’t belong. Fancy starting in about Geoff practically the first minute we got off the train! And when you got her off that she had a go at lipstick and nail-polish, and then skidded back to Geoff again? I don’t know how I’m going to stick it out. How long do you think it’s going to take us to dig up all this stuff Miss Silver wants?’

‘That depends,’ said Henry.

‘Henry, do stop being monosyllabic and non-committal! What are we going to do first – garages, or A

‘We’ll do her first. She oughtn’t to take any time.’

But at the Caledonian Hotel it emerged that A

There were a great many stairs up to Mrs. A

Hilary explained.

‘We’ve come on from the Caledonian Hotel, Mrs. Jamieson. If it wouldn’t be too much trouble, we should so very much like to talk to you for a few minutes. It’s about something that happened in the hotel last year, and we think you might be able to help us.’

A

‘Will it be a divorce? Because my man’s real strict about divorce.’

‘Oh no,’ said Hilary as quickly as possible.

‘Will you come in then?’

They came in. The flat smelt of kippers and soft soap. The sitting-room had bright red curtains and a red and green linoleum. There were two chairs and a sofa upholstered in crimson plush, the produce of A