really feel right, but I don’t know what else to do. Madam’s
health must be my first concern, and if she knew about the
case, she’d refuse to stay inside.”
“If she continues to improve, perhaps you can tell her
about the murder in a day or two,” Mrs. Jeffries suggested.
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She glanced at the clock on the sideboard and noted that it
was getting late.
Smythe caught her eye. “Before we leave, there is one
thing I forgot to mention.” He told them what he’d heard
from Blimpey. When he’d finished, they all stared at him.
“Cor blimey, that could be a motive for murder,” Wiggins exclaimed.
“It could be,” Smythe said slowly, “but then again, all the
daughters in that household is a bit long in the tooth. What
good would ‘avin’ a title do any of them if they couldn’t pass
it on to their children? Whoever inherits it has to wait until
the other two sisters are dead, and unless one of them is a
killer, the deaths of the other two might take years.”
“Unless the crown gives one of the surviving daughters
the title,” Hatchet said softly. “If it’s not a title that goes
into abeyance, then the daughter that has some influence in
court circles might get it.”
“I wish we knew which kind of title it was,” Mrs. Jeffries
said. “That might make a huge difference in ascertaining
motive.”
“I think you can leave that up to me,” Hatchet said. “I
happen to have a good friend that’s an expert in peerage
matters.”
As Mrs. Jeffries had expected, Inspector Witherspoon arrived home quite late and utterly exhausted. “You do look tired, sir,” she said as she helped him off with his hat and
coat. “Would you like a sherry to relax, or would you prefer
to go straight in to dinner?”
“I should love a sherry,” he replied.
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them a sherry. “Here you are, sir,” she said as she handed
him the small crystal glass.
“Thank you, Mrs. Jeffries.” He took a sip and closed his
eyes briefly as he relaxed. “Has there been any word on when
Lady Cannonberry might be returning?”
“Her butler mentioned to Wiggins that she hopes to be
home a day or two before Christmas,” she replied. “As we
discussed last month, sir, I invited her for Christmas dinner.”
“That’s excellent.” A blush crept up his cheeks. “I’ve
bought her a present, I do hope she likes it. It’s difficult
buying presents for ladies, isn’t it? One never knows what
they’ll like, what their tastes might be.”
“I’m sure your gift is lovely,” she said quickly. She didn’t
want to waste their time discussing the inspector’s relationship with their neighbor. That could wait till they didn’t have a murder. “You have such excellent taste.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Jeffries.” He took another sip of his
drink.
“How is the investigation going, sir?”
“It’s a bit of a muddle,” he sighed. “But I’m hoping it
will all sort itself out.”
“I’m sure it will, sir,” she said calmly. She wondered if he
needed a bit of confidence boosting. Sometimes he didn’t
feel he was up to the task at hand. “But you’ll find the killer.
You always do. Did the house-to-house turn up anything?”
“Not really. None of the neighbors saw or heard anything
that night. But as the murder happened at such an unusual
hour, I’m not surprised. Most people are sound asleep in the
middle of the night.” He told her everything he and Constable Barnes had learned that day.
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was right, it would all make sense or fall into some sort of
pattern.
“But at least I managed to find out about the solicitors,”
he said. “Miss Nina Braxton sent for them as soon as she
found out her father was dead. She said she had to speak
with them about the funeral arrangements, but I’m not sure
I believe her. Generally, the lawyers don’t show up until after the funeral.”
“They don’t sound as if they are a very conventional family, sir,” she said. “What about the broker and the banker, sir? Did Miss Braxton have any idea why they’d been called
to the house.”
He frowned as he recalled his short conversation with
Nina Braxton. “She said she didn’t know, that it was odd because she took care of the finances.” He sighed again. “They are a most unusual family.”
“Indeed they are, sir,” Mrs. Jeffries agreed, “and obviously,
their eccentricities are well known. As soon as the neighborhood found out you had this case, I’ve been accosted half a dozen times today with gossip about the Braxtons.”
“Gracious, I do hope it isn’t distasteful for you.”
“Not at all, sir. As a matter of fact, I picked up a few tidbits that might be helpful to you.” She told him, in the most roundabout way, most of the information the household had learned in the past two days. “I know it’s just gossip, sir,” she finished, “but as you’ve always said, oftentimes a word here or there can point to the right direction.”
He nodded thoughtfully, and she could see he was thinking about much of what she’d just told him. Good. She wasn’t sure herself where they ought to be looking in this
case, but it never hurt to have all of them going in every direction for answers.
“I must say the most puzzling thing is the blood and tis
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sue in the greenhouse,” he frowned. “We’ve no idea how it
could have gotten there.”
“Blood and tissue?” she repeated.
“Oh, dear, I forgot to mention it, didn’t I?” He told her
about Constable Barnes’ discovery.
“And you had searched the entire conservatory for the
murder weapon?” she pressed.
He nodded. “Twice. It was given a good going-over the
first day we were there, and I had the lads go over it again
today after we found the bloodstain. Frankly, I’m a bit concerned about us missing the stain in the first place.”
“You said it was under a table,” she clarified. She wanted
to make sure she understood the entire
