engraved.â
âWhatâs the inscription?â
âI didnât stop off to read it.â
âQuite so!â said Curwen. âWeâre satisfied, Mr. Canvey.â
The silence that followed was embarrassing to Jill. Canvey had stultified himself with that wretched wedding ring story! Something which appeared to be happening but was not happening!
Starting out of his abstraction Canvey looked at her and smiled.
âYou win, Portia!â
On the way to the door he stopped by Veronicaâs chair.
âI shall probably be arrested nowâand possibly convicted.â When Veronica made no acknowledgement he added: âYou are fond of money, arenât you!â
Jill flinched as the door was shut behind Canvey. Somehow, an opportunity, undefined, had been missed. That Inspector looked like a well-fed cat.
âHadnât we better have the other man in while weâre about it?â said Veronica, petulantly.
âEddis is taking care of the lock,â answered Curwen. âAnd we havenât quite finished with Canvey. Have you any idea, Mrs. Brengast, how he got to know that your ring is engraved?â
âNone,â answered Veronica. âBut I often take it off and leave it aboutâit doesnât fit me very wellâand he might have got the information from my maid.â
âHeâs hardly that kind of man!â protested Jill.
âHe couldnât have used your maid, because he didnât know your name,â objected Curwen.
âHe said he didnât!â
âIf youâve never met before, how would he know who you were?â
âStrangers often recognise me. My photo appears fairly regularly in the fashion papers.â Veronica failed to avoid a suggestion of superiority. âThereâs a full page one in The Prattler this week.â
âQuite right!â approved Curwen. âAs a matter oâ fact we found a copy of The Prattler in the lockhouse. Only it hadnât got your photo.â
âIt was probably last weekâs,â said Veronica.
âYour photo had been torn out.â
Jill scented trouble. In vain, she signalled Veronica to keep her mouth shut.
âI suppose I ought to feel flatteredââ
âNot this time, Mrs. Brengast! Your photo had been destroyed. Not burnt. Not thrown in the waste basket. It had been torn in small pieces. By a gloved hand. And the gloved hand had stuffed the pieces into the folds of the sofaâjust as though someone had wanted to get rid of that photo quickly and quietly without someone else seeing it.â
âCat-and-mouse, Inspector!â cried Jill. âCan we have it straight, please?â
âTry this, Miss Aspland. We know that in that lockhouse last night there was one man, one woman and a photo of Mrs. Brengast. We are told that the two called each other fancy namesâperhaps because the woman did not want the man to know her real name. Tell me as straight as you like who tore up that photo of Mrs. Brengast.â
âMrs. Brengast!â cried Veronica.
Jill froze. Curwen looked like a man who intends to count his change.
âIt proves conclusively that I was alone in that lockhouse with Stranack!â Veronica had raised her voice. âAlso alone with Canvey! And we mustnât forget Eddis! And I hereby confess that all three threw my wedding ring into the lock! This wedding ring!â
âWell done, Mrs. Brengast!â Curwen laughed, but it was a stage laugh and a poor one, to Jillâs ear. âVery funny, as you put it! Three men, each of âem claiming to have been alone with you at that lockhouse, you said!â He stood up. âBut, you seeâonly two of those three are telling lies about where they were and what they were doing last night. The third is telling the truth.â
At the door, he added:
âTalk it over with Miss Aspland.â
When Curwen had gone Veronica sighed
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