For the convenience of my readers I append a sketch plan of the room.
He got out his note-book, moistened his pencil and looked expectantly at both of us.
I repeated my story of discovering the body. When he had got it all down, which took some time, he turned to the doctor.
‘In your opinion, Dr Haydock, what was the cause of death?’
‘Shot through the head at close quarters.’
‘And the weapon?’
‘I can’t say with certainty until we get the bullet out. But I should say in all probability the bullet was fired from a pistol of small calibre – say a Mauser .25.’
I started, remembering our conversation of the night before, and Lawrence Redding’s admission. The police constable brought his cold, fish-like eye round on me.
‘Did you speak, sir?’
I shook my head. Whatever suspicions I might have, they were no more than suspicions, and as such to be kept to myself.
‘When, in your opinion, did the tragedy occur?’
The doctor hesitated for a minute before he answered. Then he said:
‘The man has been dead just over half an hour, I should say. Certainly not longer.’
Hurst turned to me. ‘Did the girl hear anything?’
‘As far as I know she heard nothing,’ I said. ‘But you had better ask her.’
But at this moment Inspector Slack arrived, having come by car from Much Benham, two miles away.
All that I can say of Inspector Slack is that never did a man more determinedly strive to contradict his name. He was a dark man, restless and energetic in manner, with black eyes that snapped ceaselessly. His manner was rude and overbearing in the extreme.
He acknowledged our greetings with a curt nod, seized his subordinate’s note-book, perused it, exchanged a few curt words with him in an undertone, then strode over to the body.
‘Everything’s been messed up and pulled about, I suppose,’ he said.
‘I’ve touched nothing,’ said Haydock.
‘No more have I,’ I said.
The Inspector busied himself for some time peering at the things on the table and examining the pool of blood.
‘Ah!’ he said in a tone of triumph. ‘Here’s what we want. Clock overturned when he fell forward. That’ll give us the time of the crime. Twenty-two minutes past six. What time did you say death occurred, doctor?’
‘I said about half an hour, but –’
The Inspector consulted his watch.
‘Five minutes past seven. I got word about ten minutes ago, at five minutes to seven. Discovery of the body was at about a quarter to seven. I understand you were fetched immediately. Say you examined it at ten minutes to – Why, that brings it to the identical second almost!’
‘I don’t guarantee the time absolutely,’ said Haydock. ‘That is an approximate estimate.’
‘Good enough, sir, good enough.’
I had been trying to get a word in.
‘About the clock –’
‘If you’ll excuse me, sir, I’ll ask you any questions I want to know. Time’s short. What I want is absolute silence.’
‘Yes, but I’d like to tell you –’
‘Absolute silence,’ said the Inspector, glaring at me ferociously. I gave him what he asked for.
He was still peering about the writing table.
‘What was he sitting here for?’ he grunted. ‘Did he want to write a note – Hallo – what’s this?’
He held up a piece of note-paper triumphantly. So pleased was he with his find that he permitted us to come to his side and examine it with him.
It was a piece of Vicarage note-paper, and it was headed at the top 6.20.
‘Dear Clement’ – it began – ‘Sorry I cannot wait any longer, but I must…’
Here the writing tailed off in a scrawl.
‘Plain as a pikestaff,’ said Inspector Slack triumphantly. ‘He sits down here to write this, an enemy comes softly in through the window and shoots him as he writes. What more do you want?’
‘I’d just like to say –’ I began.
‘Out of the way, if you please, sir. I want to see if there are footprints.’
He went down on his hands and knees, moving towards the open window.
‘I think you ought to know –’ I said obstinately.
The Inspector rose. He spoke without heat, but firmly.
‘We’ll go into all that later. I’d be obliged if you gentlemen will clear out of here. Right out, if you please.’
We permitted ourselves to be shooed out like children.
Hours seemed to have passed – yet it was only a quarter-past seven.
‘Well,’ said Haydock. ‘That’s that. When that conceited ass wants me, you can send him over to the surgery. So long.’
‘The mistress is back,’ said Mary, making a brief appearance from the kitchen. Her eyes were round and agog with excitement. ‘Come in about five minutes ago.’
I found Griselda in the drawing-room. She looked frightened, but excited.
I told her everything and she listened attentively.
‘The letter is headed 6.20,’ I ended. ‘And the clock fell over and has stopped at 6.22.’
‘Yes,’ said Griselda. ‘But that clock, didn’t you tell him that it was always kept a quarter of an hour fast?’
‘No,’ I said. ‘I didn’t. He wouldn’t let me. I tried my best.’ Griselda was frowning in a puzzled manner.
‘But, Len,’ she said, ‘that makes the whole thing perfectly extraordinary. Because when that clock said twenty past six it was really only five minutes past, and at five minutes past I don’t suppose Colonel Protheroe had even arrived at the house.’
We puzzled over the business of the clock for some time, but we could make nothing of it. Griselda said I ought to make another effort to tell Inspector Slack about it, but on that point I was feeling what I can only describe as ‘mulish’.
Inspector Slack had been abominably and most unnecessarily rude. I was looking forward to a moment when I could produce my valuable contribution and effect his discomfiture. I would then say in a tone of mild reproach:
‘If you had only listened to me, Inspector Slack…’
I expected that he would at least speak to me before he left the house, but to our surprise we learned from Mary that he had departed, having locked up the study door and issued orders that no one was to attempt to enter the room.
Griselda suggested going up to Old Hall.
‘It will be so awful for Anne Protheroe – with the police and everything,’ she said. ‘Perhaps I might be able to do something for her.’
I cordially approved of this plan, and Griselda set off with instructions that she was to telephone to me if she thought