once more.
âI see, sir.â She was beginning to.
âYes, well, itâs this nasty business of the schoolteacher. I think you said she was your brotherâs teacher?â
âYes, sir, my brother Erik. He is very much upset. She was a good teacher and he loved her.â
âHmph. Well, the police seem to have some doubts about how good she was in some waysâbut never mind that. The police have made a lot of blunders in this matter. As usual. And their chief mistake is that they are looking at Mr. Barrett. Theyâve implied that since he was the last person to see her alive, he might just have been the first person to see her dead, as well.â
Hilda looked at Mr. Barrett, her face full of pity. âYes, sir. I thought they might think that. Myself, I do not believe it. You are a good man, sir. Not the sort who couldâdo those things.â
The old man spoke. âIâm glad you think so, Hilda, because Iâd like you to look into the matter for me.â
âBut, sir, Iââ
Mr. Barrett held up his hand. âYou see, Daniel Malloy is a good friend of mine. Iâve been his lawyer for many years, and I know the family well. He told me all about what you did in that unfortunate business a couple of years ago, how you, virtually unaided, solved the crimes of which he had been wrongly accused.â He waited while Hilda took that in, and then continued. âThe police brought Pinkertonâs men in for this business, from the time they first found the body, but they seem to be doing nothing but making a lot of fuss and learning nothing new. Iâmy wife is suffering a good deal over this. Would you be willing toâto do whatever it is you do, to winnow out the facts of the matter?â
Again Hilda looked from one man to the other. âI do not know, sir. The other times, I knew the people, or some of them. I was able to talk to my family, other servantsâ¦â She moved her hands in distress. âI know none of the people connected to Miss Jacobs. I do not know if I could help. And there is my work here. Mr. Williams is ill, and I am needed.â
âWe can hire another housemaid, Hilda,â said the colonel. âI had thought of one of your sisters, perhaps. We have no plans to entertain again for some time, so there shouldnât be all that much to do.â
Hilda kept a straight face. Men never had the slightest idea how much routine work was needed to keep a large house clean and running smoothly.
Mr. Barrett spoke. âIâm not expecting miracles, child. I only know that I have no faith in the South Bend police, who may be corrupt and are certainly incompetent. And from what Iâve seen of the Pinkertons so far, theyâre not much better. You are apparently able to talk to people, get them to tell you things, and you have a good head on your shoulders. Will you do what you can, as a favor to me?â
Hilda turned to the colonel. âIf I do this, may I stay on here and do what work I am able to? I have no other place to live, sir.â
âOf course, of course. My wife would have my hide if I let you go permanently.â
The colonel had obviously not tuned in to the servantsâ gossip about Hilda and Patrick. That was good. She wanted to tell Mrs. George herself, and in her own good time. She took a deep breath. âThenâthen yes, I will do it. For perhaps a week. If I cannot learn anything in a week, I will know that I can be of no help. Will you tell Mrs. Sullivan, sir? She will not be pleased. â
âIâll leave that to Mrs. Studebaker,â he said hastily. âErâstarting tomorrow, then?â
âOn Monday, sir. Tomorrow I will bring one of my sisters here and show her what is to be done. Thank you, sir. Good night, sir. Good night, Mr. Barrett.â
And she escaped to the kitchen.
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