Detective and mystery stories; Sheringham, Roger (Fictitious character) -- Fiction
Alec considered. “I hardly saw him after dinner at all, Inspector.
That is, I didn’t speak to him; but I caught a glimpse of him once or
twice in the garden with Mr. Sheringham.”
“You were in the garden, too?”
“Yes.”
“What were you doing?”
Alec blushed. “Well, I was——That is——”
Roger came to his rescue. “Mr. Grierson and Miss Shannon, whom you
have not yet had the pleasure of meeting, became engaged yesterday,
Inspector,” he said gravely, but with a side-long wink.
The inspector smiled genially. “Then I don’t think we need enquire
what Mr. Grierson was doing in the garden last night,” he remarked
jovially. “Or Miss Shannon, for that matter, when I come to question
her later. And you can’t help us either in any other direction?”
“I’m afraid not, Inspector. I really knew very little of Mr. Stanworth
in any case. I only met him for the first time when I arrived here
three days ago.”
Inspector Mansfield rose to his feet. “Well, I think that is all I
have to ask you, gentlemen. After all, even if we can’t find out what
his reasons were, the case is clear enough. The door and all the
windows locked on the inside; the revolver in his hand, which the
doctor says must have been there during life; to say nothing of his
own statement. I don’t think the coroner will take very long to arrive
at his verdict.”
“What about the inquest?” Roger asked. “Shall we be wanted?”
“You and Mr. Grierson will be, and the other person who was present
when the door was broken in—the butler, wasn’t it? And of course
yourself, Major, and Lady Stanworth; and the last person to see him
alive. Who else is there in the party? Mrs. and Miss Shannon and Mrs.
Plant? Well, I don’t think they will be required, unless they have any
further information of importance. Still, the coroner will notify whom
he wants to attend.”
“And the inquest will be to-morrow?” Major Jefferson asked.
“Probably. In a case as simple as this there is no point in delay. And
now, Major, I wonder if I might have a word with Lady Stanworth down
here. And I wish you’d look round and see if you can hit on the code
for that safe. I could get it from the makers, of course, if
necessary; but I don’t want to have to do that unless I must.”
Major Jefferson nodded. “I’ll try,” he said briefly. “And I’ll send
one of the maids to tell Lady Stanworth. She’s in her room.”
He rang the bell, and Roger and Alec strolled over to the door.
“And you might warn the others in the household not to leave the
premises till I have seen them,” they heard the inspector say as they
passed through it. “I shall have to interrogate everyone, of course.”
Roger drew Alec into the dining room and thence out into the garden.
They reached the middle of the lawn before he spoke.
“Alec,” he said seriously, “what do you make of it all?”
“Make of what?” asked Alec.
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