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Alleyn sat at the head of the dining-room table with Fox on his right hand and Dr Curtis on his left. Lady Wutherwood sat at the far end, with Tinkerton and the nurse standing behind her chair like a couple of eccentric parlour-maids. In the background, and just inside the door, stood a constable, looking queerly at home without his helmet. A little closer to the table and gravely attentive, Dr Kantripp looked on at this odd interview. At their first meeting Dr Kantripp had warned Alleyn that Lady Wutherwood was greatly shaken. ‘I suppose she is,’ Alleyn had said. ‘One expects that, but you mean something else, don’t you?’ And Kantripp, looking guarded, muttered about hysteria, possible momentary derangement, extreme and morbid depression. ‘In other words, a bit dotty.’ Alleyn grunted. ‘Curtis had better have a look at her, if you don’t mind.’ He left the doctors together and afterwards accepted Dr Curtis’s view that Kantripp was walking like Agag but that it might be as well to wait a bit before they attempted an interview with Lady Wutherwood. ‘She’s got a nasty eye,’ Curtis said. ‘I couldn’t get her to utter. Can’t say anything on a mere look at the woman but she don’t seem too bright. Kantripp’s their family doctor but he’s never seen her before. He seems to have got wind of a dubious history. Private home. Periods of depression. I should go slow.’

So Alleyn went slow, finished his examination of the flat and the servants, had his general interview with the family and his separate interviews with Mike and Patch. Patch, under pressure and with evidence of the liveliest reluctance, had informed him that while her father and uncle talked together in the drawing-room, she and her brothers and sister, together with Roberta, had lain down on the dining-room floor. It had been a kind of game, she said. ‘Game be damned,’ Alleyn had said after Patch left them. ‘Look at that corner of the room. It’s out of the regular beat and the carpet retains its pristine pile. That’s where they lay. There’s a smudge of brown boot polish off the toes of one of those blasted twin’s shoes. Come over here.’ He knelt by the sealed door. ‘Yes, and there’s a bit of red close to the crack. I can hear a murmuring of voices. Have a listen, Br’er Fox.’

Fox lay on the carpet and advanced his brick-coloured face towards the crack.

‘By gum,’ he said, ‘they’re talking French. It’s the twin that doesn’t stammer. Can you beat that? “Taisez-vous donc.” That’s French.’

‘So it is,’ said Alleyn. ‘Leave them to it, just now, Br’er Fox. Yes, there’s no doubt about it they had their ears to that sealed-up door there. Listening. Have you seen the bum, Fox?’

‘Yes, Mr Alleyn. It’s a matter of forty-one pounds. Lane and Eagle, house decorators of Beauchamp Place, put him in. Carpet, and a couple of armchairs. His name is Grimball not Grumball. They wouldn’t know. I wouldn’t be surprised if this Giggle is really called Higgins or something. They’re like that – funny.’

‘If they continue funny through this case,’ Alleyn rejoined, ‘it’ll be a tour de force. Let them crack jokes at the coroner and see how he likes it.’

‘Grimball says they’re a very nice family.’

‘So they may be. Damn’ good company and as clever as a cage full of monkeys. They’ll diddle us if we don’t look out, Br’er Fox. The Lady Friede’s as hard as they come. They’ve taken a line and they’re going to stick to it. Look at those blasted twins. The noble lords Stephen and Colin, doing a Syracuse and Ephesus comedy turn. How the devil are we to find out which of them went down in the lift?’

‘The widow?’ Fox suggested.

‘Don’t you believe it. If they weren’t very certain of themselves they wouldn’t have taken the risk. I’ll bet you their aunt will say she didn’t know which twin it was. Equally I’ll bet you their mother knows, and has taken her cue from her lily-white boys. Of course she knows. Can a mother’s tender care muddle up the kids she bear, bad luck to them.’

‘I never heard anything like it,’ said Fox warmly. ‘Trying to work off this twin stuff on the investigating officers. It’s unheard of. You can’t have that sort of nonsense.’

‘And what are you going to do about it?’

‘It’s disgraceful. Come to think of it, it’s a kind of contempt.’

‘It’s no good getting cross, Foxkin. Let us but once lose our tempers with the Lampreys and we’re done. Yes? Come in. Open the door, Gibson.’

The red-headed constable, who had tapped on the door, was admitted by his mate.

‘Why have you left your post?’ snapped Fox.

‘What is it, Martin?’ asked Alleyn.

‘I beg your pardon, sir, but I thought I’d better come. The dowager Lady Wutherwood’s in the passage and wants to see you. So I thought I’d better come.’

‘And as soon as you turned your back,’ said Fox angrily, ‘they got together and agreed on the tale they’d tell.’

‘They’ve already done that, sir.’

‘What!’

‘While you were there?’ asked Alleyn.

‘Yes, sir. They spoke in French, sir. I’ve got it down in shorthand. They speak quite good French, with the exception of Lady Patricia. I thought that, before proceeding, you’d like to see what they said.’

‘Here!’ said Fox. ‘Do you understand French?’

‘Yes, Mr Fox. I lived at Concarneau until I was fifteen. I didn’t know, Mr Alleyn, what the ruling was about listening-in under those circumstances. I don’t remember anything in the regulations as to whether it could be put in as evidence. Seeing they didn’t know.’

‘We’ll look it up,’ said Alleyn dryly.

‘Yes, sir. Will you see the dowager Lady Wutherwood, sir?’

‘Give me your notes,’ said Alleyn, ‘and three minutes to look at them. Then bring her along. Wait a second. Did they say anything of importance?’

‘They argued a good deal, sir. Principally about the two younger gentlemen. The twins. His lordship and Lady Friede wanted them to come clean. Her ladyship seemed to be frightened and rather in favour of nobody knowing which twin went down in the lift. Lord Henry was non-committal. They spoke principally about the motive against themselves, sir. I gather that Lord Charles – Lord Wutherwood –’

‘Stick to Lord Charles,’ said Fox irritably. ‘The whole thing’s lousy with lords and ladies. I beg your pardon, Mr Alleyn.’

‘Not a bit, Brer Fox. Well, Martin?’

‘It seems he’s in debt for about two thousand, sir. Pressing, I mean. He asked Lord Wutherwood to lend him two thousand and he refused.’

‘Yes, I see.’ Alleyn had been looking at the notes. ‘Well done, Martin. Now, go and tell Lady Wutherwood that I shall be very pleased and grateful and all the rest of it, if she’ll be good enough to come in here. Then return to your shorthand. What’s your impression of Lady Wutherwood?’

‘Well, sir, she looks very peculiar to me. Either she’s out of her mind, sir, or else she’d like everybody to think she was. That’s how she struck me, sir.’

‘Indeed? Well, off you go, Martin.’

The red-headed constable went out and Fox stared at Alleyn. ‘We get some unexpected chaps in the force these days,’ he said. ‘In your time, sir, you were a bit of a rarity. Now they go round spitting foreign tongues all over the place. Did you know he spoke French?’

‘I did, as it happened, Br’er Fox.’

‘I must get him to try some on me,’ said Fox with his air of simplicity. ‘I don’t get on as fast as I’d like.’

‘You’re getting on very nicely. Here she comes. Or rather, I fancy, here they come. I think I hear the voices of the medical gents.’

The door opened and the curious procession came in.