Detective and mystery stories; England -- Fiction; Murder -- Investigation -- Fiction
It was only Davenant’s part of the house that interested him—the
bathroom, a bedroom, a small dining-room, and a study. They all bore
the marks of recent inhabitation; but was this anything to go by?
Davenant, in any case, would not be expected back for a week, and
Sullivan did not strike Gordon as the kind of man who would be
inclined to tidy up on Monday when Friday would do just as well. The
bed, indeed, was made; but the grate in the study had not been cleared
of cigarette-ends; the dining-room table was bare, but Monday’s paper
was still lying across a chair, as if thrown down at random. On the
whole the evidence pointed to Monday as the day of departure; Monday,
not Tuesday, appeared on a tear-off calendar; a letter which had
arrived on Monday evening was still waiting in the hall; and there
were no clothes left in the dirty-clothes basket. Such an authority
did Gordon feel himself to be on the subject of washing since his
experiences at Binver that he investigated equally the clothes which
had come back from the wash, and the list which accompanied them. And
here was a curious phenomenon; the list referred to two collars, two
handkerchiefs, and a pair of socks as having been disgorged by the
Binver authorities, but none of these seemed to have crystallized in
real life. “Binver is doing itself proud,” murmured Gordon to himself,
“or could it possibly be——” He went and looked in the bathroom again:
there was the sponge all right, which seemed to insist that Davenant
kept a duplicate series of what the shops call toilet accessories; but
where was the razor, the shaving soap, the tooth-brush? It seemed,
after all, as if Davenant had packed for the week instead of leaving a
duplicate week-end set behind him. But—Good Lord! This was still more
curious. There was no soap in the bathroom, although there were traces
of its presence still discernible. Surely no one packing after a
week-end in the country took the soap with him? The face-towel, too,
was gone; yet the face-towel was distinctly mentioned in the
washing-list. No, decidedly there was something wrong about Davenant’s
exit.
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