‘Aniseed, sir? Why should I? Anyway, I didn’t smell nothing unexpected beyond what you’d expect.’
‘Never been in the dog-stealing business, then? Oh, never mind. Go on.’
In turning, Adams had caught his heel and dropped the rabbits — ‘being as I’d tied up their back legs and put ’em along a stick as I carries so I can put the stick acrorst my shoulder with four of the rabbits hanging from it two by two and t’other un in my overcoat pocket’. Burfield said that he fancied he knew all about that pocket, but that the matter need not be discussed at this juncture.
The noise must have been heard by the tramp. He gave a shout and Adams could hear a chair, a decrepit object, but a favourite, perhaps, at one time, with Dr Rant, creaking as the occupant pushed it aside. Adams had retrieved the stick and the rabbits, flung himself down the stone stair and hidden himself away round by the side of the garage, hoping that the tramp would not try to find out the reason for the disturbance.
The next thing Adams heard was a curse and then the sound of the door at the top of the staircase being shut. He did not know at the moment whether the man up above him was now inside or outside the building, although he assumed that the curse was because the fellow had stumbled, as he himself had done. However, it was soon clear that somebody had emerged from the loft, for the next thing was the sound of footsteps on the stone staircase.
Adams remained where he was, hoping that the man, realising that somebody was about, would now take flight. He himself remained in hiding until he thought the coast would be clear, but he did lean out to get a glimpse of the man. Then he crept forward and could see the tramp walking rapidly across the garden towards the big gates. Thinking that the man would soon be gone, he went back into hiding in case the other looked round.
‘I give him all of five minutes, I reckon, sir,’ he said, ‘but when I ventures forth I seen that, far from slinging his hook, I had thought he would, blowed if he wasn’t still halfway down the garden and off to the side by what was the old garden shed afore the ladies turned it into a kind of a kennel and, what’s more, he was stood there a-talking to somebody.
‘Of course I thought at first as it must be one of the ladies as had got up extra early to take one or two of the dogs out for run, but then I see as it wasn’t nobody I knowed.’
‘Man or woman?’
‘It wasn’t one of the ladies, nohow. Whoever it was, they was dressed in a big coat and had a black hat well pulled down, but they was too far off, the garden, as you will know, sir, being what you might call — ’
‘Spacious? All right. Now what did you do next?’
‘Well, I thinks to myself that, if folks was about in the garden, maybe the ladies was up, so I sneaks myself round to the back door again with me rabbits, but, blow me! — if it wasn’t still locked and not a sound to be heard nowhere without you don’t count the chirping as the birds was kicking up.’
Wondering what was the best thing to do, and doubtful whether to leave the rabbits on the back doorstep, he had crept into the bushes and decided to wait until the coast — ‘meaning them two as was talking’ — was clear. He had needed to wait, it seemed, for some time. Apart from the fact that he was lingering in a garden where, it would appear, he had no right to be, another point which did not escape Burfield was that, although the man from the loft might well have sought night shelter during rough, wintry weather, he was not very likely to have risked doing so on somebody else’s premises on a warm summer night and at a season when there was plenty of dry, springy heather to furnish a bed on the moor. He said nothing of this, but told Adams to get to the end of the story and make it snappy.
‘I can’t wait to hear what happened to the rabbits,’ he said sardonically.
Because the postman, among other callers, had always refused to walk through the grounds to the house in case the two bitches, Isis and Nephthys, were loose, a large box had been erected outside the main gates. It was not only roomy enough to take the mail, including parcels, but was used by the butcher, the baker, the milkman and so forth. It had occurred to Adams that the rabbits could also be accommodated in it.
‘So that’s where I left ’em,’ he said, ‘soon as I could see me way clear.’
‘Did the other two go off together?’
‘No, they never. They seemed to be having a barney, though they kept their voices down low, I suppose not wishing to be ’eard from the ’ouse.’
‘Did the tramp appear to be threatening the woman?’
‘I never said as how the one with a hat was a woman, did I? — though, from the way it was waving its arms about, it could of been. Anyway, they never went off together. Him as I thought was the tramp went first, then t’other one waited a bit while I goes to ground deeper be’ind me bushes in case that one had it in mind to go past me up to the house, but they never. They undone the door of that there shed where the dog was and took her out and down to the big gates like they was going off for a walk. I gives ’em a few minutes, then I sneaks down to the gates meself, parks me rabbits in the postbox and goes off home to me bit of bread and bacon.’
‘Did you see either of the others again?’
‘No, I never see nobody, but one on ’em — the one in the noospaper — must have gone down the river path to Watersmeet, mustn’t they? Whether t’other ’un went there, too, I couldn’t say. Any road, I goed to the inquest, having a special interest, as you might say.’
‘What special interest?’
‘Why, sir, me recognising that there corpse as was took out of the river. I see the picture in a paper as I found in a litter bin down to Abbots Bay, so then I thinks to come to you, sir, and tell you what I seen, sir.’ He looked hopefully at Burfield. The inspector said, ‘But what you’ve told me is useless unless you can put a name to the corpse. You saw both these people — ’
‘And seen them chinwagging together like they was having some sort of a argyment, sir. Ain’t that worth something?’
‘Not to me. Did the dog go willingly with the person who took her out of her kennel?’
‘Seemed to.’
‘Then it must have been one of the Rant ladies or that woman who helps with the dogs.’
‘I don’t hardly reckon so, sir. It’s true I was some way off from them while I was in the bushes, but I reckon I
