the neighbours knowing. In all the papers it was. News of the World and all the rest of them. And ever so many reporters coming round and asking questions. It put me in a very nasty position altogether.'
'But, my dear child,' said Arthur Calgary, 'you do realise now that he didn't do it?'
For a moment the fair, pretty face looked bewildered.
'Of course! I was forgetting. But all the same — well, I mean, he did go there and kick up a fuss and threaten her and all that. If he hadn't done that he wouldn't have been arrested at all, would he?'
'No,' said Calgary , 'no. That is quite true.'
Possibly, he thought, this pretty, silly child was more of a realist than he was.
'Oo, it was awful,' went on Maureen. 'I didn't know what to do. And then Mum said better go over right away and see his people. They'd have to do something for me, she said. After all, she said, you've got your rights and you'd best show them as you know how to look after them. So off I went. It was that foreign lady help what opened the door to me and at first I couldn't make her understand. Seemed as if she couldn't believe it. 'It's impossible,' she kept saying. 'It's quite impossible that Jacko should be married to you.' Hurt my feelings a bit that did. 'Well married we are,' I said, 'and not in a registry office neither. In a church! It was the way my Mum wanted!' And she said, 'It's not true. I don't believe it' And then Mr. Argyle came and he was ever so kind. Told me not to worry more than I could help, and that everything possible would be done to defend Jackie. Asked me how I was off for money, and sent me a regular allowance every week. He keeps it up, too, even now. Joe doesn't like me taking it, but I say to him, 'Don't be silly. They can spare it, can't they?' Sent me a very nice cheque for a wedding present as well, he did, when Joe and I got married. And he said he was very glad and that he hoped this marriage would be happier than the last one. Yes, he's ever so nice, Mr. Argyle is.'
She turned her head as the door opened. 'Oh. Here's Joe now.'
Joe was a thin-lipped, fair-haired young man. He received Maureen's explanations and introduction with a slight frown.
'Hoped we'd done with all that,' he said disapprovingly. 'Excusing me for saying so, sir. But it does no good to go raking up the past. That's what I feel. Maureen was unlucky, that's all there is to say about…'
'Yes,' said Calgary . 'I quite see your point of view.'
'Of course,' said Joe Clegg, 'she ought never to have taken up with a chap like that. I knew he was no good. There'd been stories about him already. He'd been under a Probation Officer twice. Once they begin like that, they go on. First it's embezzling, or swindling women out of their savings and in the end it's murder.'
'But this,' said Calgary , 'wasn't murder.'
'So you say, sir,' said Joe Clegg. He sounded himself completely unconvinced.
'Jack Argyle has a perfect alibi for the time the crime was committed. He was in my car being given a lift to Drymouth. So you see, Mr. Clegg, he could not possibly have committed this crime.'
'Possibly not, sir,' said Clegg. 'But all the same it's a pity raking it all up, if you'll excuse me. After all, he's dead now, and it can't matter to him. And it starts the neighbours talking again and making them think things.'
Calgary rose. 'Well, perhaps from your point of view that is one way of looking at it. But there is such a thing as justice, you know, Mr. Clegg.'
'I've always understood,' said Clegg, 'that an English trial was as fair a thing as can be.'
'The finest system in the world can make a mistake,' said Calgary . 'Justice is, after all, in the hands of men, and men are fallible.'
After he had left them and was walking down the street he felt more disturbed in his own mind than he could have thought possible. Would it really have been better, he said to himself, if my memory of that day had never come back to me? After all, as that smug, tight-lipped fellow has just said, the boy is dead. He's gone before a judge who makes no mistake. Whether he's remembered as a murderer or merely as a petty thief, it can make no difference to him now.
Then a sudden wave of anger rose in him. 'But it ought to make a difference to someone,' he thought. 'Someone ought to be glad. Why aren't they? This girl, well, I can understand it well enough. She may have had an infatuation for Jacko, but she never loved him. Probably isn't capable of loving anybody. But the others. His father. His sister, his nurse… They should have been glad. They should have spared a thought for him before they began to fear for themselves Yes. — someone should have cared.'
'Miss Argyle? At the second desk there.' Calgary stood for a moment watching her.
Neat, small, very quiet and efficient. She was wearing a dark blue dress, with white collar and cuffs. Her blue-black hair was coiled neatly in her neck Her skin was dark, darker than an English skin could ever be. Her bones, too, were smaller. This was the half-caste child that Mrs. Argyle had taken as a daughter into the family.
The eyes that looked up and met his were dark, quite opaque. They were eyes that told you nothing. Her voice was low and sympathetic. 'Can I help you?'
'You are Miss Argyle? Miss Christina Argyle?'
'Yes.'
'My name is Calgary , Arthur Calgary. You may have heard –'
'Yes. I have heard about you. My father wrote to me.'
'I would like very much to talk to you.'
She glanced up at the clock.
'The library closes in half an hour. If you could wait until then?'
'Certainly. Perhaps you would come and have a cup of tea with me somewhere?'
'Thank you.' She turned from him to a man who had come up behind him. 'Yes. Can I help you?'
Arthur Calgary moved away. He wandered round, examining the contents of the shelves, observant all the time of Tina Argyle. She remained the same, calm, competent, unperturbed. The half hour passed slowly for him, but at last a bell rang and she nodded to him.
'I will meet you outside in a few minutes' time.'
She did not keep him waiting. She wore no hat, merely a thick dark coat. He asked her where they should go.
'I do not know Redmyn very well,' he explained.
'There is a tea place near the Cathedral. It is not good, but for that reason it is less full than the others.'
Presently they were established at a small table, and a desiccated bored waitress had taken their order with a complete lack of enthusiasm.
'It will not be a good tea,' said Tina apologetically, 'but I thought that perhaps you would like to be reasonably private.'
'That is so. I must explain my reasons for seeking you out. You see, I have met the other members of your family, including, I may say, your brother Jacko's wife — widow. You were the only member of the family I had not met. Oh yes, and there is your married sister, of course.'
'You feel it necessary to meet us all?'
It was said quite politely — but there was a certain detachment about her voice which made Calgary a little uncomfortable.
'Hardly as a social necessity,' he agreed dryly. 'And it is not mere curiosity.' (But wasn't it?) 'It is just that I wanted to express, personally, to all of you, my very deep regret that I failed to establish your brother's innocence at the time of the trial.'
'I see…'
'If you were fond of him — Were you fond of him?'
She considered a moment, then said: 'No. I was not fond of Jacko.'
'Yet I hear from all sides that he had — great charm.'
She said clearly, but without passion: 'I distrusted and disliked him.' 'You never had — forgive me — any doubts that he had killed your mother?' 'It never occurred to me that there could be any other solution.'
The waitress brought their tea. The bread and butter was stale, the jam a curious jellyfied substance, the cakes garish and unappetising. The tea was weak.
He sipped his and then said: 'It seems –1 have been made to understand — that this information I have brought, which clears your brother of the charge of murder, may have repercussions that will not be so agreeable. It may bring fresh — anxieties to you all.'
'Because the case will have to be reopened?'
