Sparkling Cyanide Part 18

Race explained his visit and she responded at once.

"It is very good of you to come. Of course I know who you are. Mr Barton was expecting you to join us last night, was he not? I remember Barton was expecting you to join us last night, was he not? I remember his saying so." his saying so."

"Did he mention that before the evening itself?"

She thought for a moment.

"No. It was when we were actually taking our seats round the table. I remember that I was a little surprised -" She paused and flushed remember that I was a little surprised -" She paused and flushed slightly. "Not, of course, at his inviting you. You are an old friend, I slightly. "Not, of course, at his inviting you. You are an old friend, I know. And you were to have been at the other party a year ago. All I know. And you were to have been at the other party a year ago. All I meant was that I was surprised, if you were coming, that Mr Barton meant was that I was surprised, if you were coming, that Mr Barton hadn't invited another woman to balance the numbers - but of course if hadn't invited another woman to balance the numbers - but of course if you were going to be late and might perhaps not come at all -" She you were going to be late and might perhaps not come at all -" She broke off. "How stupid I am. Why go over all these petty things that broke off. "How stupid I am. Why go over all these petty things that don't matter? I am stupid this morning." don't matter? I am stupid this morning."

"But you have come to work as usual?"

"Of course." She looked surprised - almost shocked. "It is my job. There is so much to clear up and arrange." There is so much to clear up and arrange."

"George always told me how much he relied upon you," said Race gently. gently.

She turned away. He saw her swallow quickly and blink her eyes. Her absence of any display of emotion almost convinced him of her entire absence of any display of emotion almost convinced him of her entire innocence. Almost, but not quite. He had met women who were good innocence. Almost, but not quite. He had met women who were good actresses before now, women whose reddened eyelids and the black actresses before now, women whose reddened eyelids and the black circles underneath whose eyes had been due to art and not to natural circles underneath whose eyes had been due to art and not to natural causes. causes.

Reserving judgment, he said to himself: "At any rate she's a cool customer." customer."

Ruth turned back to the desk and in answer to his last remark she said quietly: quietly: "I was with him for many years - it will be eight years next April - and I knew his ways, and I think he - trusted me." knew his ways, and I think he - trusted me."

"I'm sure of that."

He went on: "It is nearly lunch-time. I hoped you would come out and lunch quietly with me somewhere? There is a good deal I would like to lunch quietly with me somewhere? There is a good deal I would like to say to you." say to you."

"Thank you. I should like to very much."

He took her to a small restaurant that he knew of, where the tables were set far apart and where a quiet conversation was possible. were set far apart and where a quiet conversation was possible.

He ordered, and when the waiter had gone, looked across the table at his companion. his companion.

She was a good-looking girl, he decided, with her sleek dark head and her firm mouth and chin. her firm mouth and chin.

He talked a little on desultory topics until the food was brought, and she followed his lead, showing herself intelligent and sensible. she followed his lead, showing herself intelligent and sensible.

Presently, after a pause, she said: "You want to talk to me about last night? Please don't hesitate to do so. The whole thing is so incredible night? Please don't hesitate to do so. The whole thing is so incredible that I would like to talk about it. Except that it happened and I saw it that I would like to talk about it. Except that it happened and I saw it happen, I would not have believed it." happen, I would not have believed it."

"You've seen Chief Inspector Kemp, of course?"

"Yes, last night. He seems intelligent and experienced." She paused.

"Was it really murder, Colonel Race?"

"Did Kemp tell you so?"

"He didn't volunteer any information, but his questions made it plain enough what he had in mind." enough what he had in mind."

"Your opinion as to whether or not it was suicide should be as good as anyone's, Miss Lessing. You knew Barton well and you were with him anyone's, Miss Lessing. You knew Barton well and you were with him most of yesterday, I imagine. How did he seem? Much as usual? Or most of yesterday, I imagine. How did he seem? Much as usual? Or was he disturbed - upset - excited?" was he disturbed - upset - excited?"

She hesitated.

"It's difficult. He was upset and disturbed - but then there was a reason for that." for that."

She explained the situation that had arisen in regard to Victor Drake and gave a brief sketch of that young man's career. and gave a brief sketch of that young man's career.

"H'm," said Race. "The inevitable black sheep. And Barton was upset about him?" about him?"

Ruth said slowly: "It's difficult to explain. I knew Mr Barton so well, you see. He was annoyed and bothered about the business - and I gather see. He was annoyed and bothered about the business - and I gather Mrs Drake had been very tearful and upset, as she always was on Mrs Drake had been very tearful and upset, as she always was on these occasions - so of course he wanted to straighten it all out. But I these occasions - so of course he wanted to straighten it all out. But I had the impression -" had the impression -"

"Yes, Miss Lessing? I'm sure your impressions will be accurate."

"Well, then, I fancied that his annoyance was not quite the usual annoyance, if I may put it like that. Because we had had this same annoyance, if I may put it like that. Because we had had this same business before, in one form or another. Last year Victor Drake was in business before, in one form or another. Last year Victor Drake was in this country and in trouble, and we had to ship him off to South this country and in trouble, and we had to ship him off to South America, and only last June he cabled home for money. So you see I America, and only last June he cabled home for money. So you see I was familiar with Mr Barton's reactions. And it seemed to me this time was familiar with Mr Barton's reactions. And it seemed to me this time that his annoyance was princ.i.p.ally at the cable having arrived just at that his annoyance was princ.i.p.ally at the cable having arrived just at this moment when he was entirely preoccupied with the arrangements this moment when he was entirely preoccupied with the arrangements for the party he was giving. He seemed so taken up by the for the party he was giving. He seemed so taken up by the preparations for it that he grudged any other preoccupation arising." preparations for it that he grudged any other preoccupation arising."

"Did it strike you that there was anything odd about this party of his, Miss Lessing?" Miss Lessing?"

"Yes, it did. Mr Barton was really most peculiar about it. He was excited - like a child might have been." excited - like a child might have been."

"Did it occur to you that there might have been a special purpose for such a party?" such a party?"

"You mean that it was a replica of the party a year ago when Mrs Barton committed suicide?" Barton committed suicide?"

"Yes."

"Frankly, I thought it a most extraordinary idea."

"But George didn't volunteer any explanation - or confide in you in any way?" way?"

She shook her head.

"Tell me, Miss Lessing, has there ever been any doubt in your mind as to Mrs Barton's having committed suicide?" to Mrs Barton's having committed suicide?"

She looked astonished. "Oh, no."

"George Barton didn't tell you that he believed his wife had been murdered?" murdered?"

She stared at him.

"George believed that?"

"I see that is news to you. Yes, Miss Lessing, George had received anonymous letters stating that his wife had not committed suicide but anonymous letters stating that his wife had not committed suicide but had been killed." had been killed."

"So that is why he became so odd this summer? I couldn't think what was the matter with him." was the matter with him."

"You knew nothing about these anonymous letters?"

"Nothing. Were there many of them?"

"He showed me two."

"And I knew nothing about them!"

There was a note of bitter hurt in her voice. He watched her for a moment or two, then he said: moment or two, then he said: "Well, Miss Lessing, what do you say? Is it possible, in your opinion, for George to have committed suicide?" George to have committed suicide?"

She shook her head.

"No - oh, no."

"But you said he was excited - upset?"

"Yes, but he had been like that for some time. I see why now. And I see why he was so excited about last night's party. He must have had some why he was so excited about last night's party. He must have had some special idea in his head - he must have hoped that by reproducing the special idea in his head - he must have hoped that by reproducing the conditions, he would gain some additional knowledge - poor George, conditions, he would gain some additional knowledge - poor George, he must have been so muddled about it all." he must have been so muddled about it all."

"And what about Rosemary Barton, Miss Lessing? Do you still think her death was suicide?" death was suicide?"

She frowned.

"I've never dreamt of it being anything else. It seemed so natural."

"Depression after influenza?"

"Well, rather more than that, perhaps. She was definitely very unhappy. One could see that." unhappy. One could see that."

"And guess the cause?"

"Well - yes. At least I did. Of course I may have been wrong. But women like Mrs Barton are very transparent - they don't trouble to hide women like Mrs Barton are very transparent - they don't trouble to hide their feelings. Mercifully I don't think Mr Barton knew anything... Oh, their feelings. Mercifully I don't think Mr Barton knew anything... Oh, yes, she was very unhappy. And I know she had a bad headache that yes, she was very unhappy. And I know she had a bad headache that night besides being run down with 'flu." night besides being run down with 'flu."

"How did you know she had a headache?"

"I heard her telling Lady Alexandra so - in the cloakroom when we were taking off our wraps. She was wishing she had a Cachet Faivre were taking off our wraps. She was wishing she had a Cachet Faivre and luckily Lady Alexandra had one with her and gave it to her." and luckily Lady Alexandra had one with her and gave it to her."

Colonel Race's hand stopped with a gla.s.s in mid air.

"And she took it?"

"Yes."

He put his gla.s.s down untasted and looked across the table. The girl looked placid and unaware of any significance in what she had said. looked placid and unaware of any significance in what she had said. But it was significant. It meant that Sandra who, from her position at But it was significant. It meant that Sandra who, from her position at table, would have had the most difficulty in putting anything unseen in table, would have had the most difficulty in putting anything unseen in Rosemary's gla.s.s, had had another opportunity of administering the Rosemary's gla.s.s, had had another opportunity of administering the poison. She could have given it to Rosemary in a cachet. Ordinarily a poison. She could have given it to Rosemary in a cachet. Ordinarily a cachet would take only a few minutes to dissolve, but possible this had cachet would take only a few minutes to dissolve, but possible this had been a special kind of cachet, it might have had a lining of gelatine or been a special kind of cachet, it might have had a lining of gelatine or some other substance. Or Rosemary might possibly not have some other substance. Or Rosemary might possibly not have swallowed it then but later. swallowed it then but later.

He said abruptly: "Did you see her take it?"

"I beg your pardon?"

He saw by her puzzled face that her mind had gone on elsewhere.

"Did you see Rosemary Barton swallow that cachet?"

Ruth looked a little startled.

"I - well, no, I didn't actually see her. She just thanked Lady Alexandra." Alexandra."

So Rosemary might have slipped the cachet in her bag and then, during the cabaret, with a headache increasing, she might have during the cabaret, with a headache increasing, she might have dropped it into her champagne gla.s.s and let it dissolve. a.s.sumption - dropped it into her champagne gla.s.s and let it dissolve. a.s.sumption - pure a.s.sumption - but a possibility. pure a.s.sumption - but a possibility.

Ruth said: "Why do you ask me that?"

Her eyes were suddenly alert, full of questions. He watched, so it seemed to him, her intelligence working. seemed to him, her intelligence working.

Then she said: "Oh, I see. I see why George took that house down there near the Farradays. And I see why he didn't tell me about those there near the Farradays. And I see why he didn't tell me about those letters. It seemed to me so extraordinary that he hadn't. But of course letters. It seemed to me so extraordinary that he hadn't. But of course if he believed them, it meant that one of us, one of those five people if he believed them, it meant that one of us, one of those five people round the table must have killed her. It might - it might even have been round the table must have killed her. It might - it might even have been me!" me!"

Race said in a very gentle voice: "Had you any reason for killing Rosemary Barton?" Rosemary Barton?"

He thought at first that she hadn't heard the question. She sat so very still with her eyes cast down. still with her eyes cast down.

But suddenly with a sigh, she raised them and looked straight at him.

"It is not the sort of thing one cares to talk about," she said. "But I think you had better know. I was in love with George Barton. I was in love you had better know. I was in love with George Barton. I was in love with him before he even met Rosemary. I don't think he ever knew - with him before he even met Rosemary. I don't think he ever knew - certainly he didn't care. He was fond of me - very fond of me - but I certainly he didn't care. He was fond of me - very fond of me - but I suppose never in that way. And yet I used to think that I would have suppose never in that way. And yet I used to think that I would have made him a good wife - that I could have made him happy. He loved made him a good wife - that I could have made him happy. He loved Rosemary, but he wasn't happy with her." Rosemary, but he wasn't happy with her."

Race said gently: "And you disliked Rosemary?"

"Yes I did. Oh! She was very lovely and very attractive and could be very charming in her way. She never bothered to be charming to me! I very charming in her way. She never bothered to be charming to me! I disliked her a good deal. I was shocked when she died - and at the way disliked her a good deal. I was shocked when she died - and at the way she died, but I wasn't really sorry. I'm afraid I was rather glad." she died, but I wasn't really sorry. I'm afraid I was rather glad."

She paused.

"Please, shall we talk about something else?"

Race responded quickly: "I'd like you to tell me exactly, in detail, everything you can remember about yesterday - from the morning everything you can remember about yesterday - from the morning onwards - especially anything George did or said." onwards - especially anything George did or said."

Ruth replied promptly, going over the events of the morning - George's annoyance over Victor's importunity, her own telephone calls to South annoyance over Victor's importunity, her own telephone calls to South America and the arrangements made and George's pleasure when the America and the arrangements made and George's pleasure when the matter was settled. She then described her arrival at the Luxembourg matter was settled. She then described her arrival at the Luxembourg and George's flurried excited bearing as host. She carried her and George's flurried excited bearing as host. She carried her narrative up to the final moment of the tragedy. Her account tallied in narrative up to the final moment of the tragedy. Her account tallied in every respect with those he had already heard. every respect with those he had already heard.

With a worried frown, Ruth voiced his own perplexity.

"It wasn't suicide - I'm sure it wasn't suicide - but how can it have been murder? I mean, how can it have been done? The answer is, it couldn't, murder? I mean, how can it have been done? The answer is, it couldn't, not by one of us! Then was it someone who slipped the poison into not by one of us! Then was it someone who slipped the poison into George's gla.s.s while we were away dancing? But if so, who could it George's gla.s.s while we were away dancing? But if so, who could it have been? It doesn't seem to make sense." have been? It doesn't seem to make sense."

"The evidence is that no one went near the table while you were dancing." dancing."

"Then it really doesn't make sense! Cyanide doesn't get into a gla.s.s by itself!" itself!"

"Have you absolutely no idea - no suspicion, even, who might have put the cyanide in the gla.s.s? Think back over last night. Is there nothing, the cyanide in the gla.s.s? Think back over last night. Is there nothing, no small incident, that awakens your suspicions in any degree, no small incident, that awakens your suspicions in any degree, however small?" however small?"

He saw her face change, saw for a moment uncertainty come into her eyes. There was a tiny, almost infinitesimal pause before she eyes. There was a tiny, almost infinitesimal pause before she answered "Nothing." answered "Nothing."

But there had been something. He was sure of that. Something she had seen or heard or noticed that, for some reason or other, she had had seen or heard or noticed that, for some reason or other, she had decided not to tell. decided not to tell.

He did not press her. He knew that with a girl of Ruth's type that would be no good. If, for some reason, she had made up her mind to keep be no good. If, for some reason, she had made up her mind to keep silence, she would not, he felt sure, change her mind. silence, she would not, he felt sure, change her mind.

But there had been something. That knowledge cheered him and gave him fresh a.s.surance. It was the first sign of a crevice in the blank wall him fresh a.s.surance. It was the first sign of a crevice in the blank wall that confronted him. that confronted him.

He took leave of Ruth after lunch and drove to Elvaston Square thinking of the woman he had just left. thinking of the woman he had just left.

Was it possible that Ruth Lessing was guilty? On the whole, he was prepossessed in her favour. She had seemed entirely frank and prepossessed in her favour. She had seemed entirely frank and straightforward. straightforward.