but Battle found nothing germane to his search. He shook his head, sat down in the doctor's chair, and pressed the desk button.
Miss Burgess appeared with promptitude.
Superintendent Battle asked her politely to be seated and then sat studying her for a moment, before he decided which way to tackle her. He had sensed immediately her hostility, and he was uncertain whether to provoke her into unguarded speech by increasing that hostility or whether to try a softer method of approach.
'I suppose you know what all this is about, Miss Burgess,' he said at last.
'Doctor Roberts told me,' said Miss Burgess shortly.
'The whole thing's rather delicate,' said Superintendent Battle.
'Is it?' said Miss Burgess.
'Well, it's rather a nasty business. Four people are under suspicion and one of them must have done it. What I want to know is whether you've ever seen this Mr. Shaitana?'
'Never.'
'Ever heard Doctor Roberts speak of him?'
'Never – No, I am wrong. About a week ago Doctor Roberts told me to enter a dinner appointment in his engagement book. Mr. Shaitana, eight-fifteen on the eighteenth.'
'And that is the first you ever heard of this Mr. Shaitana?'
'Yes.'
'Never seen his name in the papers? He was often in the fashionable news.'
'I've got better things to do than reading the fashionable news.'
'I expect you have. Oh, I expect you have,' said the superintendent mildly.
'Well,' he went on. 'There it is. All four of these people will only admit to knowing Mr. Shaitana slightly. But one of them knew him well enough to kill him. It's my job to find out which of them it was.'
There was an unhelpful pause. Miss Burgess seemed quite uninterested in the performance of Superintendent Battle's job. It was her job to obey her employer's orders and sit here listening to what Superintendent Battle chose to say and answer any direct questions he might choose to put to her.
'You know, Miss Burgess,' the superintendent found it uphill work but he persevered, 'I doubt if you appreciate half the difficulties of our job. People say things, for instance. Well, we mayn't believe a word of it but we've got to take notice of it all the same. It's particularly noticeable in a case of this kind. I don't want to say anything against your sex but there's no doubt that a woman when she's rattled, is apt to lash out with her tongue a bit. She makes unfounded accusations, hints this, that and the other, and rakes up all sorts of old scandals that have probably nothing whatever to do with the case.'
'Do you mean,' demanded Miss Burgess, 'that one of these other people has been saying things against the doctor?'
'Not exactly said anything,' said Battle cautiously. 'But all the same, I'm bound to take notice. Suspicious circumstances about the death of a patient. Probably all a lot of nonsense. I'm ashamed to bother the doctor with it.'
'I suppose someone's got hold of that story about Mrs. Graves,' said Miss Burgess wrathfully. 'The way people talk about things they know nothing whatever about is disgraceful. Lots of old ladies get like that; they think everybody is poisoning them – their relations and their servants and even their doctors. Mrs. Graves had had three doctors before she came to Doctor Roberts, and then, when she got the same fancies about him, he was quite willing for her to have Doctor Lee instead. It's the only thing to do in these cases, he said. And after Doctor Lee she had Doctor Steele and then Doctor Farmer – until she died, poor old thing.'
'You'd be surprised the way the smallest thing starts a story,' said Battle. 'Whenever a doctor benefits by the death of a patient somebody has something ill-natured to say. And yet why shouldn't a grateful patient leave a little something or even a big something to her medical attendant?'
'It's the relations,' said Miss Burgess. 'I always think there's nothing like death for bringing out the meanness of human nature. Squabbling over who's to have what before the body's cold. Luckily Doctor Roberts has never had any trouble of that kind. He always says he hopes his patients won't leave him anything. I believe he once had a legacy of fifty pounds and he's had two walking sticks and a gold watch but nothing else.'
'It's a difficult life, that of a professional man,' said Battle with a sigh. 'He's always open to blackmail. The most innocent occurrences lend themselves sometimes to a scandalous appearance. A doctor's got to avoid even the appearance of evil; that means he's got to have his wits about him good and sharp.'
'A lot of what you say is true,' said Miss Burgess. 'Doctors have a difficult time with hysterical women.'
'Hysterical women. That's right. I thought, in my own mind that that was all it amounted to.'
'I suppose you mean that dreadful Mrs. Craddock?'
Battle pretended to think,
'Let me see, was it three years ago? No, more.'
'Four or five, I think. She was a most unbalanced woman! I was glad when she went abroad and so was Doctor Roberts. She told her husband the most frightful lies; they always do, of course. Poor man, he wasn't quite himself; he'd begun to be ill. He died of anthrax, you know, an infected shaving brush.'
'I'd forgotten that,' said Battle untruthfully.
'And then she went abroad and died not long afterward. But I always thought she was a nasty type of woman – man mad, you know.'
'I know the kind,' said Battle. 'Very dangerous, they are. A doctor's got to give them a wide berth. Whereabouts did she die abroad – I seem to remember -'
' Egypt, I think it was. She got blood poisoning – some native infection.'
'Another thing that must be difficult for a doctor,' said Battle, making a conversational leap, “is when he suspects that one of his patients is being poisoned by one of his or her relatives. What's he to do? He's got to be sure – or else hold his tongue. And if he's done the latter, then it's awkward for him if there's talk of foul play afterward. I wonder if any case of that kind has ever come Doctor Roberts's way?'
'I really don't think it has,' said Miss Burgess, considering. 'I've never heard of anything like that.'
'From the statistical point of view, it would be interesting to know how many deaths occur among a doctor's practice per year. For instance now, you've been with Doctor Roberts some years -'
'Seven.'
'Seven. Well, how many deaths have there been in that time offhand?'
'Really, it's difficult to say.' Miss Burgess gave herself up to calculation. She was by now quite thawed and unsuspicious. 'Seven, eight – of course I can't remember exactly – I shouldn't say more than thirty in the time.'
'Then I fancy Doctor Roberts must be a better doctor than most,' said Battle genially. 'I suppose, too, most of his patients are upper class. They can afford to take care of themselves.'
'He's a very popular doctor. He's so good at diagnosis.'
Battle sighed and rose to his feet. 'I'm afraid I've been wandering from my duty, which is to find out a connection between the doctor and this Mr. Shaitana. You're quite sure he wasn't a patient of the doctor's.'
'Quite sure.'
'Under another name, perhaps?' Battle handed her a photograph. 'Recognize him at all?'
'What a very theatrical-looking person! No, I've never seen him here at any time.'
'Well, that's that.' Battle sighed. 'I'm much obliged to the doctor, I'm sure, for being so pleasant about everything. Tell him so from me, will you? Tell him I'm passing on to number two. Good-by, Miss Burgess, and thank you for your help.'
He shook hands and departed. Walking along the street he took a small notebook from his pocket and made several entries in it under the letter R.
Mrs. Graves? Unlikely.
Mrs. Craddock?
No legacies.
No wife. (Pity.)
Investigate deaths of patients. Difficult.
He closed the book and turned into the Lancaster Gate branch of the London amp; Wessex bank.
