'Looking for the sex angle?'
'If you like to put it that way, sir.'
'Handle it your own way, Battle . You and Leach carry on between you.'
'Thank you, sir.' Battle stood up. 'Nothing suggestive from the solicitors?'
'No. I rang them up. I know Trelawny fairly well. He's sending me a copy of Sir Matthew's will, and also of Lady Tressilian's. She had about five hundred a year of her own — invested in gilt-edged securities. She left a legacy to Barrett and a small one to Hurstall, the rest to Mary Aldin.'
'That's three we might keep an eye on,' said Battle .
Mitchell looked amused. 'Suspicious fellow, aren't you?'
'No use letting oneself be hypnotised by fifty thousand pounds,' said Battle stolidly. 'Many a murder has been done for less than fifty pounds. It depends on how much you want the money. Barrett got a legacy — and maybe she took the precaution to dope herself so as to avert suspicion.'
'She very nearly passed out. Lazenby hasn't let us question her yet.'
'Overdid it out of ignorance, perhaps. Then Hurstall may have been in bad need of cash for all we know. And Miss Aldin, if she's no money of her own, might have fancied a bit of life on a nice little income before she's too old to enjoy it.'
The Chief Constable looked doubtful.
'Well,' he said, 'it's up to you two. Get on with the job.'
V
Back at Gull's Point, the two police officers received Williams' and Jones' reports.
Nothing of a suspicious or suggestive nature had been found in any of the bedrooms. The servants were clamouring to be allowed to get on with the housework. Should he give them the word?
'Might as well, I suppose,' said Battle . 'I'll just have a stroll myself first through the two upper floors. Rooms that haven't been done very often tell you something about their occupants that's useful to know.'
Sergeant Jones put down a small cardboard box on the table.
'From Mr. Nevile Strange's dark blue coat,' he announced. 'The red hairs were on the cuff, blonde hairs on the inside of the collar and the right shoulder.'
Battle took out the two long red hairs and the half-dozen blonde ones and looked at them. He said, with a faint twinkle in his eye: 'Convenient. One blonde, one red-head and one brunette in this house. So we know where we are at once. Red hair on the cuff, blonde on the collar; Mr. Nevile Strange does seem to be a bit of a Bluebeard. His arm round one wife and the other one's head on his shoulder.'
'The blood on the sleeve has gone for analysis, sir. They'll ring us up as soon as they get the result.'
Leach nodded.
'What about the servants?'
'I followed your instructions, sir. None of them is under notice to leave, or seems likely to have borne a grudge against the old lady. She was strict, but well liked. In any case, the management of the servants lay with Miss Aldin. She seems to have been popular with them.'
'Thought she was an efficient woman the moment I laid eyes on her,' said Battle . 'If she's our murderess, she won't be easy to hang.'
Jones looked startled.
'But those prints on that niblick, sir, were — '
'I know — I know,' said Battle . 'The singularly obliging Mr. Strange's. There's a general belief that athletes aren't overburdened by brains (not at all true by the way), but I can't believe Nevile Strange is a complete moron. What about those senna pods of the maid's?'
'They were always on the shelf in the servants' bathroom on the second floor. She used to put 'em in to soak midday, and they stood there until the evening, when she went to bed.'
'So that absolutely anybody could get at them! Anybody inside the house, that is to say.'
Leach said with conviction: 'It's an inside job, all right!'
'Yes, I think so. Not that this is one of those closed circle crimes. It isn't. Anyone who had a key could have opened the front door and walked in. Nevile Strange had that key last night — but it would probably be a simple matter to have got one cut, or an old hand could do it with a bit of wire. But I don't see any outsider knowing about the bell and that Barrett took senna at night! That's local, inside knowledge!'
'Come along, Jim, my boy. Let's go up and see this bathroom and all the rest of it.'
They started on the top floor. First came a box-room full of old broken furniture and junk of all kinds.
'I haven't looked through this, sir,' said Jones. 'I didn't know — '
'What you were looking for? Quite right. Only waste of time. From the dust on the floor nobody has been in here for at least six months.'
The servants' rooms were all on this floor, also two unoccupied bedrooms with a bathroom, and Battle looked into each room and gave it a cursory glance, noticing that Alice, the pop-eyed housemaid, slept with her window shut; that Emma, the thin one, had a great many relations, photographs of whom were crowded on her chest of drawers, and that Hurstall had one or two pieces of good, though cracked, Dresden and Crown Derby porcelain.
The cook's room was severely neat and the kitchen-maid's chaotically untidy. Battle passed on into the bathroom, which was the room nearest to the head of the stairs. Williams pointed out the long shelf over the wash-basin, on which stood tooth glasses and brushes, various unguents and bottles of salts and hair lotion. A packet of senna pods stood open at one end.
'No prints on the glass or packet?'
'Only the maid's own. I got hers from her room.'
'He didn't need to handle the glass,' said Leach. 'He'd only have to drop the stuff in.'
Battle went down the stairs, followed by Leach. Halfway down this top flight was a rather awkwardly placed window. A pole with a hook on the end stood in a corner.
'You draw down the top sash with that,' explained Leach. 'But there's a burglar screw. The window can be drawn down only so far. Too narrow for anyone to get in that way.'
'I wasn't thinking of anyone getting in,' said Battle . His eyes were thoughtful.
He went in the first bedroom on the next floor, which was Audrey Strange's. It was neat and fresh, ivory brushes on the dressing-table — no clothes lying about. Battle looked into the wardrobe. Two plain coats and skirts, a couple of evening dresses, one or two summer frocks. The dresses were cheap, the tailor-mades well cut and expensive, but not new.
Battle nodded. He stood at the writing table a minute or two, fiddling with the pen tray on the left of the blotter.
Williams said: 'Nothing of any interest on the blotting paper or in the waste-paper basket.'
'Your word's good enough,' said Battle . 'Nothing to be seen here.' They went on to the other rooms.
Thomas Royde's was untidy, with the clothes lying about. Pipes and pipe ash on the tables and beside the bed, where a copy of Kipling's Kim lay half open.
'Used to native servants clearing up after him,' said Battle . 'Likes reading old favourites. Conservative type.'
Mary Aldin's room was small but comfortable. Battle looked at the travel books on the shelves and the old- fashioned dented silver brushes. The furnishings and colouring in the room were more modern than the rest of the house.
'She's not so conservative,' said Battle . 'No photographs, either. Not one who lives in the past.'
There were three or four empty rooms, all well kept and dusted ready for occupation, and a couple of bathrooms. Then came Lady Tressilian's big double room. After that, reached by going down three little steps, came the two rooms and bathroom occupied by the Stranges.
Battle did not waste much time in Nevile's room. He glanced out of the open casement window, below which the rocks fell sheer to the sea. The view was to the west, towards Stark Head, which rose, wild and forbidding, out
