A look of great relief had come over the inspector’s face; he was aware in what high regard Mrs. Gretorex was held throughout the neighbourhood. He had also noticed the young lady who had just come in, and knew her for the only daughter of a local magistrate. So he was anxious to get through the unpleasant business which had brought him tonight to Anchorford Hall, as quietly and quickly as possible.
“I’m quite at your service. We’ll go into the smoking-room, but—”
Gretorex turned right round and began rapidly walking towards the front door.
As a matter of fact, the door had been left open, and he wished to close it.
But the inspector believed his lawful prey intended to escape into the darkness, and a hundred suspicious, angry thoughts flashed through his mind.
What a thing it would be to have to search the downs and woods all this coming night! ’Twould be like looking for a needle in a stack of hay.
He strode past Mrs. Gretorex, and seized Roger with no gentle hand by the collar.
“I’m surprised, sir, at your trying to get away. I didn’t expect such a thing from you!”
Gretorex wrenched himself free.
“I don’t know what you mean!” he exclaimed angrily.
“Oh, yes, you do. You were making for that door.”
“I was making for the door to shut it.”
He was shaking with anger, and the two glared at each other for a moment in silence.
Then the inspector took a step forward, and laid his hand on the young man’s arm.
“I arrest you,” he said, in a voice that was not quite steady, “on the charge of having murdered Jervis Lexton on the 16th of this month.”
Roger Gretorex stood still. Then he asked:
“May I speak to my mother in private for a moment?”
“No,” said the inspector quickly. “I cannot allow you to do that, Dr. Gretorex. I’m sorry, but from now on you are my prisoner.”
“May I make a statement to you now? I suppose there is no objection to my telling you that I’m absolutely innocent?”
The older man hesitated.
“I should advise you,” he said, not unkindly, “to make no statement. You are, of course, aware that anything you say may be used against you in evidence. I need hardly tell you that every facility will be given you to procure legal advice.”
“And what is going to happen to me now?”
“You will go with me to Lynchester, and you will be kept there in a police cell till you are conveyed to London tomorrow. Once there, as you probably are aware, Dr. Gretorex, you will be taken to the police station of the district where the alleged murder was committed, and in due course you will be charged.”
Meanwhile the inspector was watching his prisoner closely. He was remembering that during the brief telephone conversation with Scotland Yard, which had led to his presence here, he had been reminded how near Anchorford was to the sea, and he had been warned that he might find his bird flown.
What a fool he would look if, after having actually arrested him, this man effected even a temporary escape!
“May I shake hands with my mother and—and with my friends?”
“I will take it on myself to allow you to do that, Dr. Gretorex,” was the cold reply. “Then, I’m afraid, we must be getting on.”
“Won’t you allow my son to have some supper before you take him away?” asked Mrs. Gretorex. For the first time her voice was not quite steady. “Won’t you both have supper here? It’s quite ready.”
“No, ma’am, I’m afraid I can’t do that. But I promise you your son shall have something to eat, as good as I can get him at this time of night, when we reach Lynchester.”
The inspector’s voice had become kindly, even respectful, to his prisoner’s mother. He felt very sorry for her.
But for Roger Gretorex he was not at all sorry. He had been given to understand, quite unofficially of course, that there was a married woman in the case, and that she provided a strong enough motive to hang a dozen times over the fine young fellow now standing by his side.
“What I would advise you to do, ma’am—advising you as a private person, I mean—would be to go up to London tomorrow morning, and get in touch with a good solicitor. Dr. Gretorex will be allowed to see his lawyer alone as much as he can reasonably require. At least that is the usual procedure.”
Roger Gretorex held out his hand. Something seemed to warn him that it would be wiser for him to remain standing exactly where he was standing now. He felt that the inspector was watching him intently.
Mrs. Gretorex took a step forward. She shook hands quietly, unemotionally, with her son.
And then something very unexpected happened—unexpected, that is, by every one of the four people there.
Enid Dent approached Roger a little timidly. Had he not, a few moments ago, called her his friend? When she was close to him, she looked up into his face, for he was far taller than she. And then, all at once, he bent forward and, putting his arms round her, he kissed her goodbye.
XII
As Ivy stepped down out of the telephone box, after her conversation with Roger Gretorex, she felt, though partially relieved, yet at the same time agitated and still terribly frightened. She was, indeed, so much affected that she did not even notice the admiring glance thrown at her by a man in the next box.
Her interview that morning with Inspector Orpington and his subordinate—for he had brought with him a sergeant—had made her feel sick with fear. True that, after she had answered with apparent frankness the first probing questions put to her, she had felt, as she almost always did feel with any man with whom life brought her into temporary contact, that the inspector was beginning to like her and to sympathise with her. But, even so, she had experienced this
