The Chestermarke Instinct Part 16

he asked sharply. "Can you tell anything about it?"

"What have I to do with Horbury's housekeeper?" retorted Joseph. "Do your own work!"

He pa.s.sed on, crossing the Market-Place to the Scarnham Arms, and Polke, after gazing at him in silence for a moment, beckoned to his policeman.

"Come inside, Jones," he said. He led the way into the house and through the hall to the kitchens at the back, where two women servants stood whispering together. Polke held up a finger to the one who had answered Joseph Chestermarke's summons to the parlour that morning. "Here!" he said, "a word with you. Now, exactly when did Mrs. Carswell go out? You needn't be afraid of speaking, my girl--it'll go no further, and you know who I am."

"Not so very long after that young lady was here, Mr. Polke," answered the girl, readily enough. "Within--oh, a quarter of an hour at the most."

"Did she say where she was going--to either of you?" asked Polke.

"No, sir--not a word!"

"To neither of us," said the other--an older--woman, drawing nearer.

"She--just went, Mr. Polke."

"Had any message--telegram, or aught of that sort--come for her?" asked Polke. "Had anybody been to see her?"

"There was no message that I know of," said the housemaid. "But Mr.

Joseph came to speak to her."

"When?" demanded Polke.

"Just after the young lady had gone. He called her out of the kitchen, and they stood talking in the pa.s.sage there a bit," answered the elder woman. "Of course, Mr. Polke, we didn't hear naught--but we saw 'em."

"What happened after that?" asked Polke.

"Naught!--but that Mr. Joseph went away, and she came back in here for a minute or two and then went upstairs. And next thing she came down dressed up and went out. She said nothing to us," replied the woman.

"You saw her go out?" said Polke.

Both women pointed to the pa.s.sage which communicated with the hall.

"When this door's open--as it was," said one, "you can see right through. Yes--we saw her go through the hall door. Of course we thought she'd just slipped out into the town for something."

Polke hesitated--and meditated. What use was it, at that juncture, to ask for more particular details of this evident flight? Mrs. Carswell was probably well away from Ecclesborough by that time. He turned back to the hall--and then looked at the women again.

"I suppose neither of you ever saw or heard aught of Mr. Horbury on Sat.u.r.day night--after he'd gone out?" he inquired.

The two women glanced at each other in silence.

"Did you?" repeated Polke. "Come, now!"

"Well, Mr. Polke," said the elder woman, "we didn't. But, of course, we know what's going on--couldn't very well not know, now could we, Mr.

Polke? And we can tell you something that may have to do with things."

"Out with it, then!" commanded Polke. "Keep nothing back."

"Well," said the woman, "there was somebody stirring about this house in the middle of Sat.u.r.day night--between, say, one and two o'clock in the morning--Sunday morning, of course. Both me and Jane here heard 'em--quite plain. And we thought naught of it, then--leastways, what we did think was that it was Mr. Horbury. He often came in very late. But when we found out next morning that he'd never come home--why, then, we did think it was queer that we'd heard noises."

"Did you mention that to Mrs. Carswell?" asked Polke.

"Of course!--but she said she'd heard nothing, and it must have been rats," replied the elder woman.

"But I've been here three years and I've never seen a rat in the place."

"Nor me!" agreed the housemaid. "And it wasn't rats. I heard a door shut--twice. Plain as I'm speaking to you, Mr. Polke."

Polke reflected a minute and then turned away.

"All right, my la.s.ses!" he said. "Well, keep all this to yourselves.

Here--I'll tell you what you can do. Send Miss Fosd.y.k.e a nice cup of tea into the study--send us all one!--we can't leave what we're doing just yet. And a mouthful of bread and b.u.t.ter with it. Come along, Jones," he continued, leading the constable away. "Here, you step round to old Mr.

Batterley's--you know where he lives--near the Castle. Mr. Polke's compliments, and would he be so good as to come to the bank-house and help us a bit?--he'll know what I mean. Bring him back with you."

The constable went away, and Polke, after rubbing one of his mutton-chop whiskers for awhile with an air of great abstraction, returned to the study. There Mr. Pellworthy and Betty Fosd.y.k.e were talking earnestly in one of the window recesses; Starmidge, at the furthest end of the room, was examining the old oak panelling.

"I've sent for Mr. Batterley to give us a hand," said Polke. "I suppose we'd best examine this room in the way he suggested?"

Starmidge betrayed no enthusiasm.

"If he can do any good," he answered. "But I don't attach much importance to that. However--if there are any secret places around----"

"There's a nice cup of tea coming in for you and Mr. Pellworthy in a minute, Miss Fosd.y.k.e," said Polke. "We'll all have to put our dinner off a bit, I reckon." He motioned to the detective to follow him out of the room. "Here's a nice go!" he whispered. "The housekeeper's off!

Bolted--without a doubt! And--she's got a clear start, too."

Starmidge turned sharply on the superintendent.

"Got any clue to where she's gone?" he demanded.

"She's gone amongst five hundred thousand other men and women," replied Polke ruefully. "I've found out that much. Drove off in a taxi-cab to Ecclesborough, as soon as Miss Fosd.y.k.e had been here this morning.

And--mark you!--after a few minutes' conversation with Joseph Chestermarke. Ecclesborough, indeed! Might as well look for a drop of water in the ocean as for one woman in Ecclesborough! She was set down at the Exchange Station--why, she may be half-way to London or Liverpool, or Hull, by now!"

Starmidge was listening intently. And pa.s.sing over the superintendent's opinions and regrets, he fastened on his facts.

"After a few minutes' conversation with Joseph Chestermarke, you say?"

he observed. "How do you know that?"

"The servants told me, just now," replied Polke.

Starmidge glanced at the door of the private parlour.

"He's gone out," said Polke.

Just then the door opened and Gabriel emerged, closing and locking it after him. He paid no attention to the two men, and was pa.s.sing on towards the outer hall when Polke hailed him.

"Mr. Chestermarke," he said, "sorry to trouble you--do you know that the housekeeper, Mrs. Carswell, has disappeared? You heard what that girl said this morning? Well, she hasn't come back, and----"

"No concern of mine, Mr. Police-Superintendent!" interrupted Gabriel.

"Nothing of this is any concern of mine. I shall be obliged to you if you'll confine your very unnecessary operations to the interior of the house, and not stand about this outer hall, or keep this door open between outer and inner halls--I don't want my customers interfered with as they come and go."