Detective and mystery stories; Sheringham, Roger (Fictitious character) -- Fiction
“No, but we’ve got the very chance lying close to our hand to find out
pretty nearly as much as Jefferson knows,” Roger said excitedly.
“Didn’t he say that he was going through all Stanworth’s papers and
accounts and things in the morning room? What’s to prevent us having a
look at them, too?”
“You mean, nip in when nobody’s about and go through them?”
“Exactly. Are you game?”
Alec was silent for a moment.
“Hardly done, is it?” he said at last. “Fellow’s private papers and
all that, I mean, what?”
“Alec, you sponge-headed parrot!” Roger exclaimed, in tones of the
liveliest exasperation. “Really, you are a most maddening person!
Here’s a chap murdered under your very nose, and you’re prepared to
let the murderer walk away scot-free because you think it isn’t ‘done’
to look through the wretched victim’s private papers. How remarkably
pleased Stanworth would be to hear you, wouldn’t he?”
“Of course if you put it like that,” Alec said doubtfully.
“But I do put it like that, you goop! It’s the only way there is of
putting it. Come, Alec, do try and be sensible for once in your life.”
“All right then,” Alec said, though not with any vast degree of
enthusiasm. “I’m game.”
“That’s more like it. Now look here, my bedroom window is in the front
of the house and I can see the morning-room window from it. You go to
bed in the ordinary way, and sleep, too, if you like (all the better,
in case Jefferson should take it into his head to have a look in at
you); and I’ll sit up and watch for the morning-room light to go out.
I’m safe enough in any case, as I can always pretend to be working;
I’ll put my things out, in fact. Then I’ll wait for an hour after it’s
out, to give Jefferson plenty of time to get to sleep; and then I’ll
come along and rouse you, and we’ll creep down at our leisure. How
about that?”
“Sounds all right,” Alec admitted.
“Then that’s settled,” Roger said briskly. “Well, I think the best
thing for you to do is to go to bed at once, yawning loudly and
ostentatiously. It will show that you have gone, for one thing; and
also it will show that we’re not pow-wowing together out here. We’ve
got to remember that those three, in spite of their fair words and
friendliness, are bound to be regarding us with the greatest
suspicion. They don’t know how much we know, and of course they
daren’t give themselves away by trying to find out. But you can be
sure that Jefferson has warned the others about that footprint; and I
expect that as soon as our backs were turned just now, Mrs. Plant ran
into the morning room and recounted our conversation to them. That’s
why I pretended to be taken in by her explanation.”
The bowl of Alec’s pipe glowed red in the darkness.
“You’re still convinced, then, in spite of what she said, that those
three are in league together?” he asked after a moment’s pause.
“Run along to bed, little Alexander,” said Roger kindly, “and don’t be
childish.”
Chapter XXI
Mr. Sheringham is Dramatic
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