Detective and mystery stories; England -- Fiction; Murder -- Investigation -- Fiction
“It’s a bit difficult to know where to begin, but you may as well have
the whole story. I did know Mrs. Draycott, as you guessed, but that
was before she married Draycott. I give you my word that, until I saw
her lying dead at Leslie’s farm, I’d never set eyes on her since the
week after she ran away from Baxter in 1916. I knew she was staying at
Staveley, of course, but I fancy she avoided me there. Anyhow, I never
saw her and I was glad of it, for it wasn’t an acquaintance I was
anxious to renew. When that chap, Brace, asked me if I knew her, I
denied it on impulse. If you ask me why, I’m blessed if I know. I
hated her and everything to do with her and the time I had known her,
and I suppose it was a sort of blind endeavour to put it all behind
me. Anyway, as soon as I’d done it, I knew what a fool thing it was to
do, but there was nothing for it then but to stick to what I’d said.
How you got onto the fact that I’d ever had anything to do with her, I
don’t know, but it was cursed awkward for me and I’m not surprised you
got the wind up.”
“It was an accident, more or less, helped by your own obvious dislike
of her. You made a mistake there.”
“I know. I was rattled over the whole thing and I’ve no doubt I gave
myself away. You see, I had more than one reason for wishing to keep
out of it. For one thing, I knew that my statement that I had never
seen her looked fishy, to say the least of it, and then there was the
boy.”
He paused, evidently trying to sort out his story. Then, catching
sight of Fayre’s face of bewilderment:
“I expect it all seems an unholy muddle to you. I’d better get back to
the beginning. Miss Allen, as she was then, was at St. Swithin’s with
me, as you probably know by now. She married my special pal, Baxter,
and I can assure you I did my best to put a spoke in her wheel there.
It was no good, however; Baxter was almost insane about her and
wouldn’t listen to a thing against her, and, knowing what I knew about
her, it made me pretty sick, as you may imagine. So much so that,
after they married, I saw very little of them.
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