阳光下的罪恶40

III

The first person they saw was Colgate. His face was gloomy.

“Just a minute, sir.”

Weston and Poirot followed him into Mrs. Castle’s office.

Colgate said:

“I’ve been checking up with Heald on this typewriting business. Not a doubt of it, it couldn’t bedone under an hour. Longer, if you had to stop and think here and there. That seems to me prettywell to settle it. And look at this letter.”

He held it out.

“My dear Marshall—Sorry to worry you on your holiday but an entirely unforseen situationhas arisen over the Burley and Tender contracts…”

“Etcetera, etcetera,” said Colgate. “Dated the 24th—that’s yesterday. Envelope postmarkedyesterday evening E.C.1. and Leathercombe Bay this morning. Same typewriter used on envelopeand in letter. And by the contents it was clearly impossible for Marshall to prepare his answerbeforehand. The figures arise out of the ones in the letter—the whole thing is quite intricate.”

“H’m,” said Weston gloomily. “That seems to let Marshall out. We’ll have to look elsewhere.”

He added: “I’ve got to see Miss Darnley again. She’s waiting now.”

Rosamund came in crisply. Her smile held an apologetic nuance.

She said:

“I’m frightfully sorry. Probably it isn’t worth bothering about. But one does forget things so.”

“Yes, Miss Darnley?”

The Chief Constable indicated a chair.

She shook her shapely black head.

“Oh, it isn’t worth sitting down. It’s simply this. I told you that I spent the morning lying out onSunny Ledge. That isn’t quite accurate. I forgot that once during the morning I went back to thehotel and out again.”

“What time was that, Miss Darnley?”

“It must have been about a quarter past eleven.”

“You went back to the hotel, you said?”

“Yes, I’d forgotten my glare glasses. At first I thought I wouldn’t bother and then my eyes gottired and I decided to go in and get them.”

“You went straight to your room and out again?”

“Yes. At least, as a matter of fact, I just looked in on Ken—Captain Marshall. I heard hismachine going and I thought it was so stupid of him to stay indoors typing on such a lovely day. Ithought I’d tell him to come out.”

“And what did Captain Marshall say?”

Rosamund smiled rather shamefacedly.

“Well, when I opened the door he was typing so vigorously, and frowning and looking soconcentrated, that I just went away quietly. I don’t think he even saw me come in.”

“And that was—at what time, Miss Darnley?”

“Just about twenty past eleven. I noticed the clock in the hall as I went out again.”

 

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