and making myself known to him when he least expected it I might startle the truth out of
him. I followed him down into the Tube station at Hyde Park Corner.
He was standing by
himself at the end of the platform. There was some girl standing near, but no one else. I
decided that I would accost him then and there. You know what happened.
In the sudden
shock of seeing a man whom he imagined far away in South Africa,
he lost his head and
stepped back upon the line. He was always a coward. Under the pretext of being a doctor, I
managed to search his pockets. There was a wallet with some notes in it and one or two
unimportant letters, there was a roll of films—which I must have dropped somewhere later
—and there was a piece of paper with an appointment made on it for the 22nd on the
Kilmorden Castle
. In my haste to get away before anyone detained me, I dropped that also,
but fortunately I remembered the figures.
“I hurried to the nearest cloak room and hastily removed my makeup. I did not want to be
laid by the heels for picking a dead man’s pocket. Then I retraced my steps to the Hyde Park
Hotel. Nadina was still having lunch. I needn’t describe in detail how I followed her down
to Marlow. She went into the house, and I spoke to the woman at the lodge, pretending that I
was with her. Then I, too, went in.
He stopped. There was a tense silence.
“You will believe me, Anne, won’t you? I swear before God that what I am going to say
is true. I went into the house after her with something very like murder in my heart—and she
was dead! I found her in that first-floor room—God! It was horrible. Dead—and I was not
more than three minutes behind her. And there was no sign of anyone else in the house! Of
course I realized at once the terrible position I was in. By one masterstroke the blackmailed
had rid himself of the blackmailer, and at the same time had provided a victim to whom the
crime would be ascribed. The hand of the ‘Colonel’ was very plain. For the second time I
was to be his victim. Fool that I had been to walk into the trap so easily!
“I hardly know what I did next. I managed to go out of the place looking fairly normal, but
I knew that it could not be long before the crime was discovered and a description of my
appearance telegraphed all over the country.
“I lay low for some days, not daring to make a move. In the end, chance came to my aid. I
overheard a conversation between two middle-aged
gentlemen in the street, one of whom
proved to be Sir Eustace Pedler. I at once conceived the idea of attaching myself to him as
his secretary. The fragment of conversation I had overheard gave me my clue. I was now no
longer so sure that Sir Eustace Pedler was the ‘Colonel.’
His house might have been
appointed as a rendezvous by accident, or for some obscure motive that I had not fathomed.”
“Do you know,” I interrupted, “that Guy Pagett was in Marlow at the date of the murder?”
“That settles it then. I thought he was at Cannes with Sir Eustace.”
“He was supposed to be in Florence—but he certainly never went
there
. I’m
pretty
certain he was really in Marlow, but of course I can’t prove it.”
“And to think I never suspected Pagett for a minute until the night he tried to throw you
overboard. The man’s a marvellous actor.”
“Yes, isn’t he?”
“That explains why the Mill House was chosen. Pagett could probably get in and out of it
unobserved. Of course he made no objection to my accompanying Sir Eustace across in the
boat. He didn’t want me laid by the heels immediately. You see, evidently Nadina didn’t
bring the jewels with her to the rendezvous, as they had counted on her doing. I fancy that
Carton really had them and concealed them somewhere on the
Kilmorden Castle
—that’s
where he came in. They hoped that I might have some clue as to where they were hidden. As
long as the ‘Colonel’
did not recover the diamonds, he was still in danger—hence his
anxiety to get them at all costs. Where the devil Carton hid them—if he did hide them—I
don’t know.”
“That’s another story,” I quoted. “My story. And I’m going to tell it to you now.”
