‘I don’t think so,’ said Mike simply. ‘I hardly ever do. No, I didn’t because I heard Giggle winding up the engine of the Hornby and I looked back at him.’
‘Good. Then?’
‘Well, I crossed the landing.’
‘Was the lift up?’
‘Yes, it was. You can see the light through the glass in the tops of the doors. There wasn’t anybody on the landing or outside the lift. Not standing up, anyway. So I went into the hall of No. 25 and I don’t suppose I shut the door. I’m afraid I’ll be a bit feeble if you say I’ve got to describe the hall because there were all the things the others had for their charade. They’d just sort of bished them into the cupboard and they were bulging out and there were coats lying on the table and –’ Mike stopped and screwed up his eyes.
‘What is it?’
‘Well, sir, I’m just sort of trying to see.’
‘That’s right,’ said Alleyn quietly. ‘You know your brain is really rather like a camera. It takes a photograph of everything you see, only very often you never develop the photograph. Try to develop the photograph your brain took of the hall.’
Nanny said: ‘The boy’s getting flushed.’
‘I’m not,’ said Mike without opening his eyes. ‘Honestly, Nanny. Well, in my photograph the light is sort of coming through the window in front of me. Into my eyes. So everything has got its shadow coming my way. There’s a thing of flowers on the round table and a bowler. I think it was Uncle G.’s bowler. And I saw Henry’s gloves. And a scarf and some race-glasses and one of those hats people wear in hot places. Wait a bit, sir. There’s something else. It’s sort of on the edge of the picture. Not quite developed, like you said.’
‘Yes?’
‘I’ll get it in a jiffy, all right. It’s a shining kind of thing. Not ’zackly big but long and bright.’
Nanny uttered a brusque exclamation and made an anxious gesture with her hands as though she fended something away from herself and from Mike.
‘Wait a bit,’ Mike repeated impatiently. ‘Don’t tell me. Long and thin and bright.’
He opened his eyes and stared triumphantly at Alleyn. ‘I’ve got it,’ he said. ‘It was on the edge of the table. One of those long pointed things they keep in the sideboard drawer. A skewer. That’s what it was, sir. A skewer.’
II
Mike paused and regarded Alleyn with some complacency. Nobody stirred. The nursery clock ticked loudly on the mantelpiece. A little gust of wind shook the window panes. Down below in Pleasaunce Court a sequence of cars changed gears and accelerated. A paper-seller yelled something indistinguishable and somebody shouted ‘Taxi!’ Nanny’s roughened hands, working together stealthily against her apron, made a faint susurration.
‘They used it in their charade,’ said Mike. ‘I heard Frid yelling out for it?’
‘The charade?’ Alleyn echoed. ‘Well, never mind. Go on.’
‘About the skewer? Well, there’s one thing –’ Mike stopped. His face lost its look of eagerness and, as small boys’ faces can, became extremely blank.
‘What’s up?’ asked Alleyn.
‘I was only wondering. Is the skewer a clue?’
‘Anything might be a clue,’ said Alleyn carefully.
‘I know. Only –’
‘Yes?’
Mike asked in a small voice: ‘What happened to Uncle G.?’
Alleyn took his time over this. ‘He was hurt,’ he said. ‘Somebody went for him. It’s all over now. Nothing of the sort can possibly happen again.’
Mike said: ‘What was wrong with his eye?’
‘It was hurt. People’s eyes bleed rather easily, you know. Are you a boxer?’
‘A bit. I was only wondering –’
‘Yes?’
‘About the skewer. You see I sort of remembered. After I tried to give the parcel to Uncle G. I went to the dining-room and after I went to the dining-room I went back with Giggle to the landing because Giggle was going away and we went through the hall and I said goodbye to Giggle because he’s rather a friend of mine, and I saw him go downstairs and I leant on the table and – well, I was only just mentioning it because I happened to remember – well, anyway, the skewer wasn’t on the table then.’
‘Michael,’ said Nanny loudly, ‘don’t make things up.’
‘It wasn’t. I put my hands where it would have been.’
There was another silence. Mike sat up and clasped his arms round his knees. ‘Shall I go back?’ he asked. ‘Back to where I took the parcel to Uncle G.?’
‘Yes,’ said Alleyn, ‘go back.’
‘Well, that’s everything I can remember about the first time in the hall. I went through the hall into the drawing-room. Daddy and him were by the fire. So I gave him the parcel. Well, I mean I didn’t give it to him because of what Daddy told me. I mean it was a bit awkward.’
‘What was awkward?’
‘Uncle G. being in such a stink about something. Gosh, he was in a stink.’
‘You mean he was upset?’
‘Absolutely livid. Gosh, you should have seen his face! Jiminy cricket!’
‘Don’t exaggerate,’ said Nanny. ‘You’re letting your fancy run away with you.’
‘I am not,’ cried Mike indignantly. ‘He wants me to tell him ezackly all I can remember and I am telling him. You are silly, Nanny.’
‘That will do, Michael.’
‘Well, anyway –’
‘Never mind,’ Alleyn interrupted. ‘Have you any idea why your uncle was angry?’
Nanny said: ‘I don’t think Michael ought to answer these questions without his parents’ say that he may.’
‘O Nanny!’ cried Mike in accents of extreme provocation. ‘You are!’
‘Then we shall ask them to come in,’ said Alleyn. ‘Bailey.’ A figure stepped out of the shadows on the other side of the scrap-covered screen by Mike’s bed. ‘Will you give my compliments to his lordship and ask him if he would mind coming to the nursery?’
‘Very good, sir.’
‘Is he another detective?’ asked Mike when Bailey had gone.
‘He’s a finger-print expert.’
Mike suddenly gave a galvanic leap ending in a luxurious writhe among the blankets, ‘I suppose he’s brought his insnufferlater,’ he said.
‘All his kit,’ agreed Alleyn gravely. ‘What happened when you left the drawing-room?’
‘Well, I went to the dining-room and talked to Robin. The others had gone out. And then Giggle came along and said he had to go because Uncle G. was yelling in the lift. So I went to the landing with Giggle and he went downstairs. When he’d gone Uncle G. yelled out for Aunt V. So I bunked into 26. Gosh, he did sound livid. Absolutely waxy. I bet I know why.’
‘Are you sure he called out after Giggle had gone?’
‘Yes, of course I am. Certain sure.’
‘Did