Saturdays.â
âWe certainly donât think you took it,â said Hadley. He looked perturbed. âI wish we knew who had.â
Lenox ran through several more questions. He asked Mrs. Watson if the chalk figure was familiar to her (Hadley had replicated it upon a piece of paper), which it was not, and in detail about the construction of the house, which he presumed she knew as well as her master, if not betterâspecifically if there was anywhere that might have concealed a person who wished to hide. She was adamant that there was not.
Hadley looked horrified. âYou think someone might have been in my house the entire time ?â he asked.
âI donât know,â said Lenox.
âI tell you itâs not possible,â said Mrs. Watson, sirs forgotten in her certitude. âAfter I locked the doors and windows I looked the house through and through. Thereâs nowhere a person could have hid, not under the beds, not in a closet. Nowhere.â
Lenox went on to ask her in detail for her activities Thursday, so that they might try to estimate which hours she had been in the kitchen, and therefore less likely to hear someone enter by the front door. She thought she had gone back there at around noon, perhaps a little earlier, and come out to clean the front rooms at one oâclock. Nothing had been disturbed or altered in that interim. The front door had still been lockedâshe had checked, some of Mr. Hadleyâs nervousness having rubbed off on her before the telegram drew him away to Chichester.
At last they left, with their thanks. Mrs. Watson told Mr. Hadley that she would be to Potbelly Lane directly, now that her sonâs health was âimproved,â which seemed a rather inaccurate word to Lenox, though he made no comment upon it.
âI hope that was of some assistance to you, gentlemen,â said Hadley.
âIt was entertaining, at any rate,â Edmund answered.
âMay I ask what course you now mean to pursue, Mr. Lenox?â
Lenox checked his pocket watch. It was just past one oâclock, and after so much exercise before breakfast, he found that he was famished. âI would like to look at your house,â he said, âand then speak with your neighbors. But first, I think I may need to eat something. Is it convenient for you if we call at your house in an hourâs time, Mr. Hadley?â
âMore than convenient. I wait upon your leisure, Mr. Lenox.â
âThank you.â
âThe house is number seven, with the blue shutters. I will be there.â
Soon the brothers were alone. âWell!â said Edmund, as they walked down the quiet streets of Markethouse, in the direction of the Bell and Horns. âYou have brought me a far more interesting morning than the tenant rolls would have.â
Lenox shook his head, doubtful. âI cannot say I like it.â
âIâm surprised to see you look concerned,â said Edmund. âFrom what I understood, you missed this sort of thing, with all of your administrative duties.â
âI meant that I donât like a case I donât understand,â said Lenox.
âHow do you mean?â
Lenox shrugged, then said, âWhat facts do we have? To begin with, how many crimes have been committed? One? Three? None? A missing bottle of sherryâthere are a dozen innocuous explanations that present themselves for that. Would Mrs. Watson sincerely have wished us to search her house? Because I think Mr. Hadley is a gentle employerâvery easy to take advantage of.
âAnd then, can we even be sure that the bottle was there in the first place? Mightnât he have been primed for some oddity by the evening before, and forgotten that he finished it?â
âI found him very convincing,â said Edmund.
âWellâyes. But the chalk figure, the face in the window. Nobody except Hadley saw them. He has no witnesses to confirm his story. Are we to