The Fingerprint

Patricia Wentworth

The Fingerprint

Miss Silver – #30

Chapter I

FRANK ABBOTT was pleasantly occupied in forgetting that he was a Detective Inspector. Certainly no one meeting him for the first time would have suspected him of having any co

Tonight, however, was a carefree occasion. His cousin Cicely Abbott and her husband Grant Hathaway were up in town and giving a party to celebrate the extremely lucrative sale, for export, of a young pedigree bull. The party was small, intimate, and amusing. It is also memorable for the fact that Anthony Hallam was present, and that he and Frank spent a good part of the evening picking up threads and bringing themselves up to date after a five years’ interval during which they had neither met nor written to one another. Out of sight had perhaps been out of mind, but no sooner were they once more in sight and touch than the old liking was strong between them. Old friendships do not always endure as characters develop and circumstances change, but in this case each was secretly a little surprised to find how quickly the five years’ gap was bridged. When Anthony urged him to come down to Field End, Frank could very easily have refused, but found that he had no desire to do so.

“It’s old Jonathan Field’s place. He’s some sort of a cousin of my mother’s. There’s no wife, but he’s got two nieces. They are giving a dance, and I’ve been asked to bring another man. They’ll put us up. I suppose you get an occasional Saturday night and Sunday off?”

Frank nodded. If it hadn’t been for Jonathan Field’s name, he might have said, “No,” just like that. As it was, he said quickly,

“The Jonathan Field-the fingerprint man?” Regardless of grammar, Anthony Hallam said, “That’s him. Extraordinary hobby. He has the fingerprints of everyone who has ever stayed there-his version of a visitors’ book. I asked him whether some of them didn’t object, and he wagged a finger at me and said he would nourish the deepest suspicions of anyone who did.” Frank said,

“That didn’t exactly answer the question, did it?”

“Oh, he didn’t want to answer it, but I asked Georgina -”

“And who is Georgina?”

Anthony laughed. The laugh had a warm, pleased sound.

“Wait and see! She’s the niece who lives with him, Georgina Grey. I won’t attempt to describe her.”

“Didn’t you say there were two nieces?”

“Oh, the other one is a sort of cousin, not really a niece at all. Her name is Mirrie Field. She’s a recent introduction. Little bit of a thing, with eyelashes.”

It was at this point that Cicely came up and made a face at them.

“If you two think you are going to talk to each other instead of dancing-”

They both groaned. Frank said,

“He was describing the latest girl friend’s eyelashes. I can’t wait to see them!”

Cicely was still just a little brown thing, but she too had eyelashes, and when she was happy she had her points. She was certainly happy tonight. She caught Frank’s hand.

“You can dance with me! And Anthony will be lucky if he gets Vivia Marsden. She’s going to be a top star in ballet.”

Cicely herself was like a feather in the wind. Frank looked down at her with the affection which his cool elegance belied. The mirror-smooth fair hair, the eyes of a cold and icy blue, the features which he had inherited from his grandmother, the formidable Lady Evelyn Abbott, combined to produce a somewhat daunting impression. But he had never daunted his cousin Cicely. Looking up as he looked down, she showed him the tip of a scarlet tongue and said,

“Isn’t Grant clever to have got such a lot for Deepside Diggory? I hope they’ll be nice to him. He really is an angel lamb.”

“He’ll be on velvet. You are clever, Grant is clever, and let us hope that Diggory will be clever too. And now we won’t talk about bulls any more. I have reached saturation point.”

Cicely allowed a very small frown to appear. Then she said,

“I never really can make out whether you hate the country, or whether you won’t talk about it because you would really like to live there most frightfully and farm like Grant does, only you can’t.”

Frank said,

“Heaven forbid!” Then he laughed. “I’m coming down to a do at Field End with Anthony next week-end. Any chance of your being there?”

“Oh, yes, we’ll be there. It’s a birthday party for Georgina. At least it started that way, but now they’ve got Mirrie Field there it looks as if it was turning into a coming-out party for her. She’s a Field relation that nobody had ever heard about before.”

“Before what?”

“Oh, the last couple of months or so. Old Jonathan ran into her somewhere, found out she was some kind of seventeenth cousin, and brought her back on a visit. She hasn’t any people and she hasn’t any money, but she’s got a very clinging disposition, and if you ask me, I should say they’ll have her for keeps.”

Frank was not interested in Mirrie Field-not then. He said, “Did I ask you?” in his most detached ma

“Only I warn you it won’t be the least bit of good, because if she doesn’t take Anthony, it will almost certainly be Joh

“Oh-what is he doing in your parts?”

“Making love to Georgina, I expect. Or Mirrie. Or both of them, but probably Georgina because of the money. He hasn’t got a bean, and she is supposed to be Jonathan’s heiress. Personally I should say that Mirrie was a ru

Frank’s memory began to wake up.

“Oh, yes, I remember. She’s some sort of relation, isn’t she -used to run the house?”

“Darling, she couldn’t run a rabbit-hutch! She’s an umpteenth cousin of old Jonathan’s, and when he took on Georgina it was considered the right thing to have someone like that in the house. I think he clung to her as a protection against nurses and governesses who wanted to boss him or marry him. Miss Vi