bullied.’
Detective Chief Inspector Blair was glaring at Angela. ‘I do not think you realize the seriousness of the matter,’ he said in carefully enunciated English. ‘One of thae … those … frocks had bugle beads on the trim and those beads carried bits of your fingerprints.’
‘Have I protested?’ boomed Angela. ‘Have I said otherwise? Yes, I admit I sliced the seams of those frocks. My motive was simple. Titchy Gold was flirting disgustingly with my father. I was afraid he would leave her something in his will. I knew she would suspect him of being the culprit, which she did. Quite clever, really. If Miss Gold feels like pressing charges, I shall settle out of court, and handsomely too. So pooh to you.’
Blair crouched forward over the desk and snarled, ‘Your father was murdered. In my opinion, a woman who could play a trick like that could murder her ain father.’
‘Oh, really? Well, you do not strike me as being a very intelligent man. In fact, while you are wasting your breath and bullying me, there is a murderer in this house.’
Angela suddenly raised a handkerchief to her lips, as if she realized for the first time that there was actually a murderer lurking about.
Blair plodded on, taking Angela back over the evening leading up to the murder, checking everything against the statement she had previously made.
At last he growled at her to keep herself in readiness for further questioning and Angela lumbered off.
‘Strong woman, that,’ said Jimmy Anderson. ‘She could ha’ done it.’
‘I’ll just keep on until one o’ them breaks,’ said Blair. ‘Fetch Charles Trent in again. He’s the one who would have expected to inherit.’
It took some time before Charles could be found. Harry MacNab at last ran him to earth in the games room, where he was trying to play a game of table tennis with himself by hitting the ball and darting around to the other side of the table to try to return his own serve.
Blair looked up as Charles Trent was ushered into the room. The young man looked a trifle pale but carried himself easily.
‘Well now,’ began Blair, ‘that will must have come as a shock to you.’
‘Yes,’ said Charles Trent. ‘Of course it did. I mean, if he had left it to a home for retired parrots or something, it would have been less of a shock. But to leave something to everyone except me, well, that was a bit of a blow.’
‘So what will you do?’
Charles smiled ruefully. ‘Work, work, work, I suppose. Pity, I was looking forward to a life of ease.’
‘Is there any way you or anyone else could have known what was in that will?’ asked Blair.
‘Don’t think so,’ said Charles. ‘We were all strung up before the reading of the will. If you think I killed him because I thought I was getting something, you’re way off beam. You have to hate to commit a murder like that. He hated me . I didn’t like him . But that’s another thing entirely.’
Blair doggedly continued to question him for another hour.
Charles left feeling depressed but he brightened at the sight of Titchy. She was standing in the hall with her back to him, talking to Enrico.
‘I want you to move my stuff out of Mr Charles’s room,’ he heard Titchy say. Enrico inclined his head and moved quietly off.
‘What’s this?’ demanded Charles. ‘Ditching me, Titchy?’
She flushed when she saw him. ‘Well, it’s not quite the thing, Charles dear, us sharing a room when we’re not married. Angela and Betty are so stuffy.’
Charles looked down at her. ‘I repeat: Are you ditching me, Titchy?’
She looked at him defiantly. ‘Why not? You’re a waste of time.’
His eyes went quite blank and he stood very still. ‘I could make you very, very sorry,’ he said quietly.
The drawing room door opened. Betty Trent stood there. Behind her were the others: Paul, his mother, Jeffrey, Angela and Melissa, who had just joined them. They were sitting in various frozen attitudes looking out
Detective Chief Inspector Blair was glaring at Angela. ‘I do not think you realize the seriousness of the matter,’ he said in carefully enunciated English. ‘One of thae … those … frocks had bugle beads on the trim and those beads carried bits of your fingerprints.’
‘Have I protested?’ boomed Angela. ‘Have I said otherwise? Yes, I admit I sliced the seams of those frocks. My motive was simple. Titchy Gold was flirting disgustingly with my father. I was afraid he would leave her something in his will. I knew she would suspect him of being the culprit, which she did. Quite clever, really. If Miss Gold feels like pressing charges, I shall settle out of court, and handsomely too. So pooh to you.’
Blair crouched forward over the desk and snarled, ‘Your father was murdered. In my opinion, a woman who could play a trick like that could murder her ain father.’
‘Oh, really? Well, you do not strike me as being a very intelligent man. In fact, while you are wasting your breath and bullying me, there is a murderer in this house.’
Angela suddenly raised a handkerchief to her lips, as if she realized for the first time that there was actually a murderer lurking about.
Blair plodded on, taking Angela back over the evening leading up to the murder, checking everything against the statement she had previously made.
At last he growled at her to keep herself in readiness for further questioning and Angela lumbered off.
‘Strong woman, that,’ said Jimmy Anderson. ‘She could ha’ done it.’
‘I’ll just keep on until one o’ them breaks,’ said Blair. ‘Fetch Charles Trent in again. He’s the one who would have expected to inherit.’
It took some time before Charles could be found. Harry MacNab at last ran him to earth in the games room, where he was trying to play a game of table tennis with himself by hitting the ball and darting around to the other side of the table to try to return his own serve.
Blair looked up as Charles Trent was ushered into the room. The young man looked a trifle pale but carried himself easily.
‘Well now,’ began Blair, ‘that will must have come as a shock to you.’
‘Yes,’ said Charles Trent. ‘Of course it did. I mean, if he had left it to a home for retired parrots or something, it would have been less of a shock. But to leave something to everyone except me, well, that was a bit of a blow.’
‘So what will you do?’
Charles smiled ruefully. ‘Work, work, work, I suppose. Pity, I was looking forward to a life of ease.’
‘Is there any way you or anyone else could have known what was in that will?’ asked Blair.
‘Don’t think so,’ said Charles. ‘We were all strung up before the reading of the will. If you think I killed him because I thought I was getting something, you’re way off beam. You have to hate to commit a murder like that. He hated me . I didn’t like him . But that’s another thing entirely.’
Blair doggedly continued to question him for another hour.
Charles left feeling depressed but he brightened at the sight of Titchy. She was standing in the hall with her back to him, talking to Enrico.
‘I want you to move my stuff out of Mr Charles’s room,’ he heard Titchy say. Enrico inclined his head and moved quietly off.
‘What’s this?’ demanded Charles. ‘Ditching me, Titchy?’
She flushed when she saw him. ‘Well, it’s not quite the thing, Charles dear, us sharing a room when we’re not married. Angela and Betty are so stuffy.’
Charles looked down at her. ‘I repeat: Are you ditching me, Titchy?’
She looked at him defiantly. ‘Why not? You’re a waste of time.’
His eyes went quite blank and he stood very still. ‘I could make you very, very sorry,’ he said quietly.
The drawing room door opened. Betty Trent stood there. Behind her were the others: Paul, his mother, Jeffrey, Angela and Melissa, who had just joined them. They were sitting in various frozen attitudes looking out
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