Wicked Uncle

She turned her glance on Frank, and met one from him which was cool and a little cynical.

“Well, revered preceptress, are you going to perpend?”

“My dear Frank! What do you want me to say?”

The cynical look changed to a smile.

“Anything you like.”

She smiled too, but only for a moment. She was grave again as she said,

“I shall not ask you to be indiscreet, but I assume that since Mr. Masterman was brought up before the magistrates this morning on the charge of having murdered Leonard Carroll, there does not seem to be enough evidence to charge him with Gregory Porlock’s death, although it must be clear to everyone that he committed both these crimes.”

Frank nodded.

“Those handprints you put us on to and the trace of luminous paint on the edge of his di

Miss Silver coughed.

“But in that case the hand would have been pointing towards the back of the hall. The print was, I understand, very nearly upright, but with some inclination in the other direction-in fact just as one would expect to find it if, as I suggested, Mr. Masterman had been crossing from the hearth in the dark with a hand out in front of him to let him know when he reached the staircase. I expected a left-hand print, because the right hand would be held ready to use the dagger.”

Frank nodded.

“Oh, that’s how it happened. But we couldn’t go into court with it-a clever barrister would tear it to shreds. No, we’ve got him for Carroll-I think that’s a cert. His prints on the telephone extension in Porlock’s room and on the billiard-room door and window, and Miss Masterman’s statement-”

Dorinda said quickly, “I’m so dreadfully, dreadfully sorry for her.”

Miss Silver looked at her kindly.

“She has been through a terrible time. I think there is no doubt that she has suspected her brother of causing their old cousin’s death. Not necessarily by poison or actual violence. She was, I understand, in no state to be frightened or shocked. I think Miss Masterman fears that she was frightened and died of it. That is a terrible thing for her to have had on her mind, quite apart from the suppression of the will, which did not actually benefit her since she received the same amount under the will which has now been produced. I ca

Justin raised his eyebrows.

“I wonder whether she thinks it was worth saving.”

Miss Silver’s needles clicked with vigour.

“I must disagree with you there, Mr. Leigh. Life is always worth saving. Miss Masterman is a conscientious woman. She has good religious principles. She will have a large fortune. She can be encouraged to look forward to the good she can do. There will be painful times for her to go through, but I shall try to keep in touch with her. I believe that she will come through and take up her life again as a trust for others. I shall do my best to encourage her. You know, as Lord Te

No life that breathes with human breath

Has ever truly longed for death.”

Justin restrained himself.

“An echo from the great Victorian Utopia, where the more articulate portion of the population made believe that all was for the best in the best of all possible worlds.”

Miss Silver coughed in a reproving ma

“It was an age which produced great men and women. Pray do not forget those who toiled tirelessly for the better social conditions which we are begi

Frank’s bright, cool glance held a spark of unaffected admiration. Maudie, so practical, so resolute, so intelligent, so inflexible in her morality, so kindly, and so prim-in all these aspects she delighted him. He blew her an impudent, affectionate kiss and said,

“You don’t know what a lot of uplift I get from being on a case with you. My moral tone fairly shoots to the top of the thermometer. But go on telling us. There’s quite a lot I want to know, and most of it will never come out in court.” He turned to Justin. “Strictly off the record, I don’t mind telling you something of a highly confidential nature.” He dropped his voice to a whisper and said, “She knows everything.”

“My dear Frank!”

He nodded emphatically.

“Don’t take any notice of her. She was brought up modest-a Victorian failing. You can take it from me that as far as she is concerned the human race is glass-fronted. She looks right through the shop-window into the back premises and detects the skeleton in the cupboard. So next time you think of committing a crime you’d better give her a wide berth. You have been warned. It is only the fact that I have a perfectly blameless conscience that enables me to meet her eye.”

Miss Silver pulled at her pale pink ball… “My dear Frank, I really do wish you would stop talking nonsense. Pray, what is it that you wish me to tell you?”

“Well, I should very much like to know whether Carroll was bluffing-all that talk of his about what he might have seen when the lights came on. There’s no doubt that he was very advantageously placed. From the top of those stairs-well, three steps from the top, which comes to very much the same thing- he would be looking right down on all those people round the hearth. If there was anything to see, he’d have seen it all right. But was there anything? If there was, what was it?”

Miss Silver coughed in a gentle, thoughtful ma

“I think that there was something. I have given some consideration to what it may have been. There is no possibility that Mr. Carroll could have seen the blow struck, or the removal of fingerprints from the handle of the dagger. After hearing Mr. Porlock call out and fall, Mr. Leigh had to push Miss Dorinda back against the wall and then feel his way along it to the front door and turn on the lights. The murderer had ample time to wipe the handle of the dagger and remove it from the vicinity of the corpse. I think there is only one thing which Mr. Carroll could have seen. In stabbing Mr. Porlock, the sleeve of Mr. Masterman’s di