dead, in my opinion.'
'Oh, I do agree with you,' cried Rhoda. 'I think one ought to live frightfully dangerously – if one gets the chance, that is. But life, on the whole, is terribly tame.'
'It has its moments.'
'Yes, for you. You go to out-of-the-way places and get mauled by tigers and shoot things and jiggers bury themselves in your toes and insects eating you and everything's terribly uncomfortable but frightfully thrilling.'
'Well, Miss Meredith has had her thrill, too. I don't suppose it often happens that you've actually been in the room while a murder was committed -'
'Oh, don't,' cried Anne.
He said quickly, 'I'm sorry.'
But Rhoda said with a sigh, 'Of course it was awful, but it was exciting, too! I don't think Anne appreciates that side of it. You know, I think that Mrs. Oliver is thrilled to the core to have been there that night.'
'Mrs. – Oh, your fat friend who writes the books about the unpronounceable Finn. Is she trying her hand at detection in real life?'
'She wants to.'
'Well, let's wish her luck. It would be amusing if she put one over on Battle and Company.'
'What is Superintendent Battle like?' asked Rhoda curiously.
Major Despard said gravely, 'He's an extraordinarily astute man. A man of remarkable ability.'
'Oh!' said Rhoda. 'Anne said he looked rather stupid.'
'That, I should imagine, is part of Battle 's stock in trade. But we mustn't make any mistake. Battle 's no fool.'
He rose. 'Well, I must be off. There's just one other thing I'd like to say.'
Anne had risen also.
'Yes?' she inquired as she held out her hand.
Despard paused a minute, picking his words carefully. He took her hand and retained it in his. He looked straight into the wide, beautiful gray eyes.
'Don't be offended with me,' he said. 'I just want to say this. It's humanly possible that there may be some feature of your acquaintanceship with Shaitana that you don't want to come out. If so – don't be angry, please' – he felt the instinctive pull of her hand – 'you are perfectly within your rights in refusing to answer any questions Battle may ask unless your solicitor is present.
Anne tore her hand away. Her eyes opened, their gray darkening with anger.
'There's nothing – nothing – I hardly knew the beastly man.'
'Sorry,' said Major Despard. 'Thought I ought to mention it.'
'It's quite true,' said Rhoda. 'Anne barely knew him. She didn't like him much, but he gave frightfully good parties.'
'That,' said Major Despard grimly, 'seems to have been the only justification for the late Mr. Shaitana's existence.'
Anne said in a cold voice, 'Superintendent Battle can ask me anything he likes. I've nothing to hide – nothing.'
Despard said very gently, 'Please forgive me.'
She looked at him. Her anger dwindled. She smiled; it was a very sweet smile. 'It's all right,' she said. 'You meant it kindly, I know.'
She held out her hand again. He took it and said, 'We're in the same boat, you know. We ought to be pals.'
It was Anne who went with him to the gate. When she came back Rhoda was staring out of the window and whistling. She turned as her friend entered the room.
'He's frightfully attractive, Anne.'
'He's nice, isn't he?'
'A great deal more than nice. I've got an absolute passion for him. Why wasn't I at that damned dinner instead of you? I'd have enjoyed the excitement – the net closing round me – the shadow of the scaffold -'
'No, you wouldn't. You're talking nonsense, Rhoda.'
Anne's voice was sharp. Then it softened as she said,
'It was nice of him to come all this way – for a stranger – a girl he'd only met once.'
'Oh, he fell for you. Obviously. Men don't do purely disinterested kindnesses. He wouldn't have come toddling down if you'd been cross-eyed and covered with pimples.'
'Don't you think so?'
'I do not, my good idiot. Mrs. Oliver's a much more disinterested party.'
'I don't like her' said Anne abruptly. 'I had a sort of feeling about her, I wonder what she really came for?'
'The usual suspicions of your own sex. I daresay Major Despard had an ax to grind if it comes to that.'
'I'm sure he hadn't,' cried Anne hotly.
Then she blushed as Rhoda Dawes laughed.
Chapter 14
THIRD VISITOR
Superintendent Battle arrived at Wallingford about six o'clock. It was his intention to learn as much as he could from innocent local gossip before interviewing Miss Anne Meredith.
It was not difficult to glean such information as there was. Without committing himself definitely to any statement, the superintendent nevertheless gave several different impressions of his rank and calling in life.
At least two people would have said confidently that he was a London builder come down to see about a new wing to be added to the cottage; from another you would have learned that he was 'one of these week-enders wanting to take a furnished cottage,' and two more would have said they knew positively and for a fact that he was the representative of a hard-court tennis firm. The information that the superintendent gathered was entirely favorable.
Wendon Cottage? Yes, that's right – on the Marlbury Road. You can't miss it. Yes, two young ladies. Miss Dawes and Miss Meredith. Very nice young ladies, too. The quiet one.
Here for years? Oh, no, not that long. Just over two years, September quarter they come in. Mr. Pickersgill they bought it from. Never used it much, he didn't, after his wife died.
Superintendent Battle's informant had never heard they came from Northumberland. London he thought they came from. Popular in the neighborhood, though some people were old-fashioned and didn't think two young ladies ought to be living alone. But very quiet they were. None of this cocktail-drinking week-end lot. Miss Rhoda, she was the dashing one. Miss Meredith was the quietest. Yes, it was Miss Dawes what paid the bills. She was the one had got the money.
The superintendent's researches at last led him inevitably to Mrs. Astwell, who 'did' for the ladies at Wendon Cottage. Mrs. Astwell was a loquacious lady.
'Well, no, sir, I hardly think they'd want to sell. Not so soon. They only got in two years ago. I've done for them from the beginning, yes, sir. Eight o'clock till twelve, those are my hours. Very nice lively young ladies, always ready for a joke or a bit of fun. Not stuck up at all.
'Well, of course I couldn't say if it's the same Miss Dawes you knew, sir – the same family, I mean. It's my fancy her home's in Devonshire. She gets the cream sent her now and again and says it reminds her of home, so I think it must be.
'As you say, sir, it's sad for so many young ladies having to earn their livings nowadays. These young ladies aren't what you'd call rich, but they have a very pleasant life. It's Miss Dawes has got the money, of course. Miss Anne's her companion in a manner of speaking I suppose you might say. The cottage belongs to Miss Dawes.
'I couldn't really say what part Miss Anne comes from. I've heard her mention the Isle of Wight, and I know
