“You have reminded science,” said Wimsey, “that only the Pope is infallible.”
XVII
Parker Plays a Hand
“Now, Mrs. Mitcham,” said Inspector Parker, affably. He was always saying “Now, Mrs. Somebody,” and he always remembered to say it affably. It was part of the routine.
The late Lady Dormer’s housekeeper bowed frigidly, to indicate that she would submit to questioning.
“We want just to get the exact details of every little thing that happened to General Fentiman the day before he was found dead. I am sure you will help us. Do you recollect exactly what time he got here?”
“It would be round about a quarter to four—not later; I am sure I could not say exactly to the minute.”
“Who let him in?”
“The footman.”
“Did you see him then?”
“Yes; he was shown into the drawing-room, and I came down to him and brought him upstairs to her ladyship’s bedroom.”
“Miss Dorland did not see him then?”
“No; she was sitting with her ladyship. She sent her excuses by me, and begged General Fentiman to come up.”
“Did the General seem quite well when you saw him?”
“So far as I could say he seemed well—always bearing in mind that he was a very old gentleman and had heard bad news.”
“He was not bluish about the lips, or breathing very heavily, or anything of that kind?”
“Well, going up the stairs tried him rather.”
“Yes, of course it would.”
“He stood still on the landing for a few minutes to get his breath. I asked him whether he would like to take something, but he said no, he was all right.”
“Ah! I daresay it would have been a good thing if he had accepted your very wise suggestion, Mrs. Mitcham.”
“No doubt he knew best,” replied the housekeeper, primly. She considered that in making observations the policeman was stepping out of his sphere.
“And then you showed him in. Did you witness the meeting between himself and Lady Dormer?”
“I did not” (emphatically). “Miss Dorland got up and said ‘How do you do, General Fentiman?’ and shook hands with him, and then I left the room, as it was my place to do.”
“Just so. Was Miss Dorland alone with Lady Dormer when General Fentiman was announced?”
“Oh, no—the nurse was there.”
“The nurse—yes, of course. Did Miss Dorland and the nurse stay in the room all the time that the General was there?”
“No. Miss Dorland came out again in about five minutes and came downstairs. She came to me in the housekeeper’s room, and she looked rather sad. She said, ‘Poor old dears,’—just like that.”
“Did she say any more?”
“She said: ‘They quarrelled, Mrs. Mitcham, ages and ages ago, when they were quite young, and they’ve never seen each other since.’ Of course, I was aware of that, having been with her ladyship all these years, and so was Miss Dorland.”
“I expect it would seem very pitiful to a young lady like Miss Dorland?”
“No doubt; she is a young lady with feelings; not like some of those you see nowadays.”
Parker wagged his head sympathetically.
“And then?”
“Then Miss Dorland went away again, after a little talk with me, and presently Nellie came in—that’s the housemaid.”
“How long after was that?”
“Oh, some time. I had just finished my cup of tea which I have at four o’clock. It would be about half past. She came to ask for some brandy for the General, as he was feeling badly. The spirits are kept in my room, you see, and I have the key.”
Parker showed nothing of his special interest in this piece of news.
“Did you see the General when you took the brandy?”
“I did not take it.” Mrs. Mitcham’s tone implied that fetching and carrying was not part of her duty. “I sent it by Nellie.”
“I see. So you did not see the General again before he left?”
“No. Miss Dorland informed me later that he had had a heart attack.”
“I am very much obliged to you, Mrs. Mitcham. Now I should like just to ask Nellie a few questions.”
Mrs. Mitcham touched a bell. A fresh-faced pleasant-looking girl appeared in answer.
“Nellie, this police-officer wants you to give him some information about that time General Fentiman came here. You must tell him what he wants to know, but remember he is busy and don’t start your chattering. You can speak to Nellie here, officer.”
And she sailed out.
“A bit stiff, isn’t she?” murmured Parker, in an awestruck whisper.
“She’s one of the old-fashioned sort, I don’t mind saying,” agreed Nellie with a laugh.
“She put the wind up me. Now, Nellie—” he took up the old formula, “I hear you were sent to get some brandy for the old gentleman. Who told you about it?”
“Why, it was like this. After the General had been with Lady Dormer getting on for an hour, the bell rang in her ladyship’s room. It was my business to answer that, so I went up, and Nurse Armstrong put her head out and said, ‘Get me a drop of brandy, Nellie, quick, and ask Miss Dorland to come here. General Fentiman’s rather unwell.’ So I went for the brandy to Mrs. Mitcham, and on the way up with it, I knocked at the studio door where Miss Dorland was.”
“Where’s that, Nellie?”
“It’s a big room on the first floor—built over the kitchen. It used to be a billiard-room in the old days, with a glass roof. That’s where Miss Dorland does her painting and messing about with bottles and things, and she uses it as a sitting-room, too.”
“Messing about with bottles?”
“Well, chemists’ stuff and things. Ladies have to have their hobbies, you know, not having any work to do. It makes a lot to clear up.”
“I’m sure it does. Well, go on, Nellie—I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
“Well, I gave Nurse Armstrong’s message, and Miss Dorland said, ‘Oh, dear, Nellie,’ she said, ‘poor old gentleman. It’s been too much for him. Give me the brandy, I’ll take it along. And run along and get Dr. Penberthy on the telephone.’ So I gave her the
