because you can see darned well I do. The answer isâyes. Now, hereâs a formal question for you, Inspector. Am I under suspicion of murder because I cannot prove that I was at that lockhouse?â
âI canât answer questions like that.â
âYou could have said ânoâ if it werenât so.â Veronicaâs indifference was unruffled when he stood close to her. âI was detained on suspicion this morning. Iâve been released on a legal technicality. The suspicion remains. I broke my promise involuntarily as I came into this room. I took for granted that your honour had compelled you to come forward. I still do.â
Jill liked that. His attitude now seemed more convincing than Stranackâs.
âInspector, this is ridiculous!â said Veronica. âDo I have to keep on saying Iâve never seen him before?â
âIâll tell you what happened and you can do the proving. She turned up at about dusk and stayed until a bit after two.â
âWhat was she wearing?â asked Jill.
âHullo! Are you in on this?â He turned as if he had not noticed her before, looking fixedly at her and added: âBut you canât be!â
âYou were going to tell us what she was wearing.â
âI was not. I canât. I know only that her clothes were of very fine material. She had been walking for some distance. She was exhausted. I revived her with a drink.â He snapped his fingers. âShe had gin and orange juice. We donât drink orange juice. I opened the only bottleâwrapped in cellophane. Thereâd be finger prints on that bottle, Inspectorânot that it actually proves anything.â
âThere are prints on that bottleâbut theyâre not yours,â said Curwen and added, âNot that it proves anything, as you say.â
âI canât account for that!â Canvey frowned and was silent.
âAnything else?â asked Curwen.
âNothing at all that will stand up to this kind of question.â His eyes were on Jill. âOur friendship, let me say, grew very rapidly. We both thought it something unique and worthwhile. We were both mistaken.â
âHow long did you sit talking over the drinks?â asked Curwen.
âIn terms of the clock, I donât know. In terms of advancing a human relationshipâabout three weeks, I suppose. Before she telephoned Westonâs Garage, she told meââ He paused and turned to Veronica. âIâve thought of something you told me about your private circumstancesâsomething that can be proved. Do I have to say it?â
âIt makes no difference to me what you say, Mr. Canvey.â
âShe told meâsome time after midnightâthat she had a marriage settlement in a large sumâwhich she would forfeit if her presence at the lockhouse were known to her husband.â
âAnyone could find that out!â snapped Jill. âItâs registered at Somerset House.â
âIs it! I say, are you a lawyer?â
âNo.â
âFriend of the Accused? I prophecy the friendship will not outlast this case. Iâm going to put a pretty hefty strain on it because now Iâve thought of something thatâs not registered anywhere. Ask your friend where her wedding ring is.â
âLet me guess,â said Jill. âYou took it from her finger and threw it into the river.â
âWell, Iâm damned!â Again the comic bewilderment. âIt doesnât make sense. If she told you that, how on earth can you believe she was not at the lockhouse with me?â
âDonât answer, Miss Aspland,â said Curwen quickly. âMr. Canvey, we are satisfied that Mrs. Brengast is wearing her own wedding ring.â
âThat sounds devilish official. I have to accept it. Iâll merely add that Mrs. Brengast told me that her own ringâthe one I threw into the lockâwas
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