âI prefer to undertake the vengeance myself, thank you.â
Mr. Steadman looked at Anthony. âI understand that you called at the office yesterday morning.â
âYes, I did,â returned Anthony defiantly. âAnd, when old Thompson told me I couldnât see Mr. Bechcombe, I was fool enough to say I would go round to the private door and get in to him that way.â
âAnd did you?â questioned Mr. Steadman quietly.
âYes, I did, but I did not go in and murder my uncle,â returned Anthony in the same loud, passionate tone.
âDid you see him?â Mr. Steadman inquired.
âYes. He came to the door and told me to go away. He was expecting an important client.â
âTony, you did not ask him for money?â his father said piteously.
Anthonyâs face softened as he looked at him. âI was going to, but I didnât get the chance. He wouldnât listen to me. I went on to ask a friend of mine in the next room to come out to lunch with me. As we were passing my uncleâs room he came to the door. âI want you, Tony,â he said sharply. My friend went on, telling me to follow to the Field of Rest. Uncle Luke kept me a few minutes talking. He told me that if I had a really good opening he would go into it, if it were really promising the lack of money should not stand in the way. He said I was to come and see him that night and talk things over. I meant to go, of course. But then I heard thisââ and Anthony gulped down something in his throat.
âDid you keep your friend waiting?â inquired Mr. Steadman.
âYes, I did!â Tony answered, staring at him. âUncle Luke kept me a minute or two. But then I missed my way to the Field of Rest, and was wandering about the best part of half an hour. I suppose you donât call that a very satisfactory alibi,â he added truculently.
âOh, donât be silly, Tony!â Mrs. Bechcombe interposed fretfully. âOf course we are all sure that you would not have hurt your uncle. We want to know if you saw anyoneâif you met this wicked woman.â
âWhat wicked woman? What do you mean, Aunt Madeleine?â
âThe woman who left her glove in his room, the woman who killed my husband,â Mrs. Bechcombe returned, her breath coming quickly and nervously, her hands clenching and unclenching themselves.
âMy dear Madeleine,â Mr. Steadman interrupted her, âI do not think it possible that the crime could have been committed by a woman.â
âAnd I am sure that it was,â she contradicted stormily. âWomen are as powerful as men nowadays and Luke was not strong. He had a weak heart.â And with the last words she burst into a very tempest of tears.
Her cousin looked at her pityingly.
âWell, well, my dear girl! At any rate the police are searching everywhere for this woman. The finding her can only be a matter of a few days now. I am going to send your maid to you.â He signed to the other men and they followed him out of the room. âDo her all the good in the world to cry it out,â he remarked confidentially when he had closed the door. âI havenât seen her shed a tear yet. Now I am going to see Inspector Furnival before the inquest opens. That, of course, will be absolutely formal, at first. Can I give any of you a lift?â
âI think not, thank you,â Mr. Collyer responded. âThere must be someâerâarrangements to be made here and itâs quite possible we may be of some real service.â
Both young men looked inclined to dissent, but the barrister proffered no further invitation and a minute or two later they saw him drive off.
He was shown in at once to Inspector Furnival, who was writing at his office table, briskly making notes in a large parchment bound book. He got up as the door opened.
Mr. Steadman shook hands. âYou havenât forgotten me, I hope,
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