Is he to be in on this?"
"It might be awkward for him to know too much.
But there might be a hint from you. To watch certain persons, have them trailed, you know."
Sir Henry said slowly,
"Yes, that would meet the case."
Chapter 42
Superintendent Harper looked piercingly at Sir Henry Clithering.
"Let's get this quite clear, sir.
You're giving me a hint?"
Sir Henry said, "I'm informing you of what my friend has just informed me. He didn't tell me in confidence that he purposes to visit a solicitor in Danemouth tomorrow for the purpose of making a new will."
The superintendent's bushy eyebrows drew downward over his steady eyes. He said,
"Does Mr Conway Jefferson propose to inform his son-in-law and daughter-in-law of that fact?"
"He intends to tell them about it this evening."
"I see." The superintendent tapped his desk with a penholder. He repeated again, "I see."
Then the piercing eyes bored once more into the eyes of the other man.
Harper said, "So you're not satisfied with the case against Basil Blake?"
"Are you?"
The superintendent's moustaches quivered.
He said, "Is Miss Marple?"
The two men looked at each other.
Then Harper said, "You can leave it to me. I'll have men detailed. There will be no funny business, I can promise you that."
Sir Henry said, "There is one more thing. You'd better see this."
He unfolded a slip of paper and pushed it across the table.
This time the superintendent's calm deserted him.
He whistled.
"So that's it, is it?
That puts an entirely different complexion on the matter. How did you come to dig up this?" "Women," said Sir Henry, "are eternally interested in marriages." "Especially," said the superintendent, "elderly single women!"
Chapter 43
Conway Jefferson looked up as his friend entered. His grim face relaxed into a smile.
He said, "Well, I told 'em. They took it very well."
"What did you say?"
"Told 'em that, as Ruby was dead, I felt that fifty thousand I'd originally left her should go to something that I could associate with her memory. It was to endow a hostel for young girls working as professional dancers in London.
Damned silly way to leave your money.
Surprised they swallowed it as though I'd do a thing like that." He added meditatively, "You know, I made a fool of myself over that girl.
Must be turning into a silly old man. I can see it now.
She was a pretty kid, but most of what I saw in her I put there myself.
I pretended she was another Rosamund. Same colouring, you know. But not the same heart or mind. Hand me that paper; rather an interesting bridge problem."
Chapter 44
Sir Henry went downstairs. He asked a question of the porter.
"Mr Gaskell, sir?
He's just gone off in his car.
Had to go to London."
"Oh, I see.
Is Mrs Jefferson about?"
"Mrs Jefferson, sir, has just gone up to bed."
Sir Henry looked into the lounge and through to the ballroom.
In the lounge Hugo McLean was doing a crossword puzzle and frowning a good deal over it.
In the ballroom, Josie was smiling valiantly into the face of a stout, perspiring man as her nimble feet avoided his destructive tread. The stout man was clearly enjoying his dance.
Raymond, graceful and weary, was dancing with an anaemic-looking girl with adenoids, dull brown hair and an expensive and exceedingly unbecoming dress.
Sir Henry said under his breath,