think of the idea?â
âStinking!â retorted Lady Laura coldly. âIt means having thousands of people tramping all over the aerodrome, and flying will be dislocated for the day, and thereâs always a dozen or so drunks left over in the bar one doesnât know what to do with. I know these shows.â
âYouâre always so witty, dear!â said Lady Crumbles, who was not to be put off by a Lady Laura. âOf course you wonât refuse to take part in the concours dâelegance ?â
âNo. I shanât. Not if thereâs a decent prize. The last prize I won at a concours dâelegance was in the Brighton Hospital Motor Rally. It was supposed to be a silver cup, but when I took it home I found it was only electro-plate.â
â I presented the prizes at the Brighton Hospital Motor Rally,â said Lady Crumbles icily. Hallam gave a gurgle which he changed into a cough as Lady Crumblesâ eye fell upon him.
âIâm so sorry! Did you really? How frightfully tactless of me!â said Lady Laura indifferently. âWell, anyway, see that the Press are looked after at this show, whatever happens. So long!â
âI really cannot see what people find to admire in that girl,â complained Lady Crumbles. âLook at her! As thin as a rake, and absolutely no distinction of manner at all. How she manages to run an aeroplane and a car I donât know, for the Vanguards always were as poor as church mice. However, perhaps it would be more charitable not to enquire.â
Meanwhile, on the retirement of the Executive Committee, Miss Sackbut had walked sadly out on to the flying field to take the Bishop for his lesson. He ventured to comment on her abysmal gloom.
âI really begin to wonder whether Iâm cut out for this kind of thing,â said Sally, explaining it. âFirst of all poor Furnace, and then this Crumbles visitation. The club is getting out of hand, thatâs the truth. I canât control it.â
âCome, come, now. You canât be blamed for poor Furnaceâs death.â
Sally transfixed him with a perceptive stare.
âCanât I? I donât put it beyond Inspector Creighton. Heâs been drifting into my office asking me questions altogether too often for it to be accidental.â
The Bishop, too well aware of the truth of this, became a little agitated. âMiss Sackbut, canât you help at all? I mean, you must see now that things have gone too far to stop them, even for Furnaceâs sake. There was a mystery in his death, and it has got to be solved by the police wherever the solution leads. You know the actors in the drama. Canât you possibly think of anything that will throw light on it? Anything in Furnaceâs previous life, for instance?â
Sally looked at him frankly. âThe truth is, Bishop, I hardly dare. During the last two years I have had the sensation that something queer was going on in this aerodrome. It was the change in Furnace that made me notice it most. He was always secretive, certainly, but during the few months before his death it was something out of the ordinary even for him. Something was worrying him badly, I knew. That was bad enough, but it isnât only that. Itâs a silly feeling I used to have that there was something a little mysterious going on here. You know when you walk into a room and people stop talking suddenly, and you think they are talking about you? That sort of atmosphere. And queer little incidents which meant nothing separately, but were queer because they happened so often. Thereâs never been anything one could take hold of, you understand, until Furnaceâs death. And even that looked a pure accident on the surface. But when you went into it, you see, we found it wasnât an accident, but something dreadful. And ever since Iâve been wondering if something dreadful has been going on below the surface with those other
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