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“How did you know?”
“You told me that you could not raise the money. I did not think that the amounts you could manage would be worth the blackmailer’s risk. Remembering your husband’s position, it struck me that money might not have been the chief object. You had paid one sum. The fact that you had done so was enough to compromise you. I wondered whether the next demand had been for information.”
Mrs. Underwood nodded.
“The letter said they wouldn’t insist on a money payment if I liked to help them with some facts for a book about the Air Force.”
“And what did you say to that?”
“I didn’t say anything. I just put what was on the torn piece of paper-that I hadn’t any money to give.”
Miss Silver nodded approval.
“That was very wise of you. Now, Mrs. Underwood, I have to ask you why you were being blackmailed. I ca
Mrs. Underwood got out her pocket-handkerchief and began to cry.
“If I knew what to do-”
“You had better tell me all about it.”
“It will get into the papers-”
“I think I can promise you that it will not.”
Mrs. Underwood gave a great gulping sob.
“I was only seventeen,” she said, “and Father brought us up so strict. Mother’d been dead two years, and he had his sister to keep his house. A good hand with the dairy work she was, but we hated her. She was stricter than Father. We’d a farm ten miles out of Ledlington, but I’d never so much as been in to see the shops, she was so strict. I’d never been into a shop in my life, only the little general store at Penfold Corner, till I went to stay with my cousins the winter I was seventeen. I’d been poorly, and the doctor said I ought to have a change, so I went into Ledlington to the Ta
Miss Silver said in a very gentle voice,
“We won’t let your husband be hurt, Mrs. Underwood. Now please be brave and dry your eyes, for I want your help. All this took place how long ago?”
“We’ve been married getting on for sixteen years.”
“And this occurrence was six years before that-” She thought deeply for a time, whilst Mrs. Underwood sniffed and dried her eyes. Then she said, “Twenty-two years ago-that makes the time right. But you were only a visitor in Ledlington, and for a very short while. However there is just the possibility-did your cousins by any chance attend at St. Leonard ’s church?”
Mrs. Underwood opened her eyes very widely indeed.
“Oh, yes, they did.”
“The Vicar was the Reverend Geoffrey Deane?”
“Oh, yes-he was.”
“There is often quite a little gossip about a clergyman’s family-parishioners take an interest. Mr. Deane had a daughter, had he not?”
Mrs. Underwood nodded.
“Oh, yes. Lizzie and Min talked a lot about her. She’d been married in the summer to a Mr. Simpson. Now what was her name? Why, Maud-that was it-Maud Millicent. Sweetly pretty, we thought it was, but she was a fast sort of girl. There was some story about her dressing up in her brother’s clothes and getting the bank to pay her out some of his money. It was passed off as a joke, but it made talk, and Min said if it hadn’t been for who her father was she’d have been in trouble. Liz said she was the best mimic you could think of. She could take off anyone she wanted to and you’d think it was them.”
Miss Silver coughed and said,
“I believe she could.”
CHAPTER 41
A couple of hours later Chief Inspector Lamb looked in. Sergeant Abbott had news for him, but allowed it to wait while his chief talked.
Lamb pushed back his hat, stuck his thumbs in the armholes of his waistcoat, and stretched himself out in Carola Roland’s largest chair.
“D’you know, Frank,” he said, “human nature is-well, I don’t know if I’ve got the word to describe it, not having had your advantages in the way of a fancy education. The nearest I can get to it is, it’s uncommon like a cartload of monkeys-can’t tell what it’ll be up to next.”
Frank Abbott sat on the arm of the other chair in a languid attitude.
“Meaning Maundersley-Smith?”
Lamb nodded.
“A rum go,” he pronounced. “He’s got the name of being pretty hard-boiled. You don’t get from nothing to where he’s got to without you’re tough, and that’s his reputation. Well, this tough nut broke down and cried like a baby when I told him about the girl. Made me feel bad, I tell you-me-and I suppose I’m tough if anyone is.”
Frank Abbott failed to suppress a smile-perhaps he didn’t try very hard. It made him look much younger.
He got a reproving frown.
“Insubordinate-that’s what you are. No respect for your superiors. Why, when I was your age I’d have burst into a cold sweat if a Chief Inspector’d so much as looked at me.”
Frank laughed.
“Too hot in here for a cold sweat, sir.”
“No discipline left in the Force,” said Lamb. “I was telling you about Maundersley-Smith when you interrupted.”
“What did he say, sir?”
Lamb shifted in his chair.
“Broke down and cried like I was telling you, and then came out with the whole story. Seems there’s a wife he’s been separated from for fifteen years, and he never troubled about a divorce because he hadn’t any thoughts of getting married again-said it kept the girls off from chasing him. Then he comes across Carola Roland and goes down flat. He started divorce proceedings, got a decree nisi in July, and was going to marry Carola in January as soon as the decree was made absolute. That’s what brought her to Vandeleur House and kept her so quiet-there wasn’t to be a breath of scandal in case the King’s Proctor took it into his head to intervene. The girl knew which side her bread was buttered. She wrote him smarmy letters like the one we found, and made him stay away. Last night he said he simply couldn’t bear it. He got out his car and drove himself here-didn’t ring up or anything, but just came along. I fancy he was pretty jealous about her. Anyhow he says he got here about eight o’clock and didn’t stay more than half an hour-says she wouldn’t let him. She gave him a drink, and she had a glass of wine and a biscuit herself, so we’ve got that accounted for. And then she said a few kind words and pushed him off- said she’d got her reputation to think about, and what fools they’d be to risk upsetting the divorce. I asked him if there had been any quarrel, and he broke down and said she loved him for himself alone and there had never been a cross word between them-said the last he saw of her she was smiling and kissing her hand to him as he went down in the lift. It must have been him Bell saw going away from the house at half past eight.”