They may be needed at the inquest.'
This was untrue. It had already been arranged with the police that the inquest, which was to take place tomorrow, would involve no exploration of the more 'rum' aspects of the deceased's mode of existence.
'Well, I don't know their names or where any of them lived,'
McGrath mumbled. 'I wasn't connected with them at all.'
He won't tell me any more about that, thought Ducane. He said, 'Now, Mr McGrath, I believe that the story which you sold also makes mention of blackmail. Would you kindly tell me what this was all about?'
McGrath's face became pink once more, giving him a somewhat babyish appearance. 'Blackmail?' he said. 'I didn't say anything about blackmail. I didn't mention that word at all.'
'Never mind about the word,' said Ducane. 'Let's talk about the thing. «Some money changed hands,» did it not?'
'I don't know anything about that,' said McGrath. He huddled his head down into his shoulders. 'The laddies at the paper were very keen on that, it was their idea really.'
'But they can't have simply invented it. You must have told them something.'
'They started it,' said McGrath, 'they started it. And I told them I didn't know anything for sure.'
'But you knew something or guessed or surmised something?
What?'
'Mr Radeechy said something about it once, but I might not have understood him properly. I told the laddies '
'What did he say?'
'Let me see,' said McGrath. He gazed full at Ducane now.
'He said, let me see, he said that someone was getting money out of him. But he didn't say who or tell me any more about it.
And I might not have understood him, and I realize now I shouldn't have said anything, but those lads were so keen, as if this was really the best bit of the story.'
He's lying, thought Ducane. At least he's lying about Radeechy. Then with sudden clarity the surmise came to him: the blackmailer was McGrath himself. That the newspaper had pressed him to endorse the hint of blackmail was probably true. Greed had dimmed McGrath's Scottish cunning. He had doubtless imagined that he could get away with the whole thing.
An inefficient rogue, Ducane thought.
'I suppose you imagined that you could get away with the whole thing, Mr McGrath?' Ducane asked, smiling pleasantly. 'I mean, that we would never find out who sold the story?'
McGrath looked at him with a kind of relief and actually sighed audibly. 'The boys at the paper said no one would ever know.'
'Boys at papers will say anything,' said Ducane, 'if they think they can get a story.'
'Well, I'll know next time,' said McGrath. 'I mean ' They both laughed.
'Am I to understand, Mr McGrath, that what you've just told me is the entire substance of what you told the newspaper men? T 'Yes, Sir, that's the lot, they dressed it up a bit of course in the way they wrote it down, but that's all that I told them.'
'You aren't keeping anything back, Mr McGrath? I should advise you not to, especially as we shall shortly have that story in our hands. Are you sure there isn't anything else you would like to tell me?'
'No, nothing else, Sir.' McGrath paused. Then he said. 'You must be thinking badly of me, Sir. It seems bad, doesn't it, to sell a story about a gentleman when he's just gone and killed himself. But I did need the money, you see, Sir. It wasn't that I didn't like Mr Radeechy, there was nothing personal. He was very good to me, Mr Radeechy was, and I was really fond of him. I'd like you to understand that, Sir. I was real fond of Mr Radeechy.'
'I understand that,' said Ducane. 'I think that's all then, Mr McGrath, for the moment. I won't keep you any longer.'
'For the moment?' said McGrath, a bit dismayed. He rose to his feet. 'Will you be wanting to see me again, Sir? T 'Possibly,' said Ducane. 'Possibly not.'
'Will I have to come to the inquest, Sir? T 'You probably won't be needed at the inquest.'
'Will I be getting the sack from here, do you think, Sir? I've been in the job over ten years. And there's my pension. What happens to that if –?»
'That is a matter for Establishments,' said Ducane. 'Good day to you, McGrath.'
McGrath did not now want to go. The interview had generated a curious warmth, almost an intimacy, and McGrath wanted Ducane to comfort him. He also wanted to find out from Ducane just how gravely his misdemeanour was likely to be regarded, but he could not sufficiently collect his wits to ask the right questions. He stood staring down, opening and closing his pink mouth a little, like a kitten.
'Good day,' said Ducane.
'Thank you, Sir, thank you very much, Sir,' said McGrath.
He turned and rather slowly left the room. The little fly accompanied him.
Well, well, well, thought Ducane, leaning back in his chair.
It was probably true that what McGrath had told him about Radeechy and the girls was the substance of what he had told the newspaper men. There was certainly enough there to make an excellent story. About one of the girls, Helen of Troy, there was apparently something which McGrath was concealing, but it might be that this something had been concealed from the newspaper too. McGrath might simply have mentioned her to the journalists because, as he said to Ducane, her nom de guerre had 'struck' him, and it added a picturesque detail. And of course the concealed something might be perfectly innocuous, such as McGrath's having become a bit infatuated with this particular girl. Or it might be something important. The devil of it is, thought Ducane, although I told him we shall shortly have the story in our hands, this may just not be so. The newspaper could not, as things stood at the moment, be compelled to hand it over.
About the blackmail, Ducane could not make up his mind.
While he had been questioning McGrath he had been led to conjecture that McGrath himself was the blackmailer, or at least a blackmailer. The idea now seemed to him less obvious.
McGrath had perhaps the personality to be a blackmailer, but, Ducane judged, only to be a small one. Ducane could imagine McGrath leering at Radeechy and suggesting respectfully that the pittance he was paid for the 'shopping' might be somewhat increased. And he could imagine Radeechy, half amused, increasing it. And he could see that McGrath, upon the death of the goose that laid the golden eggs, might well be carried away by the impulse to make a last packet out of, his poor employer. What he could not imagine was McGrath extracting enormous sums of money from Radeechy. McGrath would not have the nerve, and also he was not quite unpleasant enough.
It was probably true that he had been quite fond of Radeechy and in a way fascinated by him. But if McGrath's blackmail was petty it could scarcely count as a motive for Radeechy's suicide. Was there someone else, the real blackmailer, behind McGrath?
Ducane reminded himself that the purpose of the inquiry was to discover whether there was any 'security interest' in the case. Since Radeechy had no official access to secret material, the mere fact that he had put himself into a position to be blackmailed and possibly was being blackmailed, need not itself suggest such an interest, were it not that his suicide remained unexplained. If Radeechy had, ex hypothesi, been persuaded to procure and hand over secret material, and if he feared exposure, and even if he did not, here was a quite sufficient motive for suicide. On the other hand, there was not a shred of evidence that Radeechy had done so, he appeared to have no close relations with anyone who might have passed such material to him, those who knew him best did not see such conduct as being in his character, and Ducane was in clined to agree with them. Of course one did not know what price Radeechy might not have been prepared to pay to conceal some particular thing, perhaps some thing of which McGrath had not spoken, and which McGrath did not know, on the assumption that there was another and more important blackmailer in the picture. But Ducane did not seriously imagine that Radeechy had been spying. There was something else behind it all. He thought, my main task is to find out why he killed himself. And he thought, it may all be terribly simple, he may have done it just because of his wife. And if it is terribly simple it is going to be terribly hard to prove!
There had been no suggestion that Mr and Mrs Radeechy were other than 'devoted' and there was evidence to suggest that they had been happily married. The motive might indeed lie here. How Mrs Radeechy coped with
