Chapter 11
Miss Tyndall?”
“Yes.” The woman who opened the sitting room door regarded Alec with mixed hostility and resignation.
Even at this time of night, a restless energy emanated from her, an intensity sharpened by her mannish crop—and her reputation as a good shot.
Her face showed no signs of having wept.
“I take it you’re Daisy’s Chief Inspector. ”
Alec heard a muffled snicker behind him. With an effort, he managed not to turn and glare at Piper. “I’m sorry to intrude at such a time, but I’m afraid I have a few questions to put to you all.”
“Need you pester my mother tonight? She’s stayed up to see you, but she’s in no condition to answer a lot of questions.”
“I’ll disturb Lady Tyndall as little as I possibly can, I promise you.”
“All right, I suppose you’d better come in. Mother, Detective Chief Inspector Fletcher.”
A lanky youth jumped up and came forward eagerly. “Mr. Fletcher! You’ll sort it out in no time, I know. I’m Jack Tyndall, by the way. I can’t begin to tell you how terrible I feel about having invited the Gooches to the house, but if I at least knew why—”
“Jack, you can bare your soul later. Let Mother have her say and get to bed.”
“Sorry, Mother!” Jack turned back to the woman lying on the daybed beside the chair he had just left. He stooped to kiss her cheek with obvious affection. “You go first.”
Lady Tyndall smiled up at him, all his affection returned, and more. “Thank you, darling. Your turn will come.” The smile disappeared as she held out her hand to Alec. “How do you do, Mr. Fletcher. I wish we might have made your acquaintance under happier circumstances.”
Faced with an unanswerable statement and a hand that looked far too fragile to shake, Alec bowed and took refuge in the well-tried formula: “I must apologize for troubling you at such a time, Lady Tyndall. I’ll make it as short as possible tonight, though there will undoubtedly be more questions tomorrow, when the situation becomes clearer.
First of all, I must clarify the position of Mr. and Mrs. Gooch. Had you ever met either of them?”
She gazed down at her hands, now tightly clasped in her lap, as she replied, her voice low but steady.
“Harold and I greeted them at the door when they arrived, of course. It was a little awkward, as we hadn’t invited them and they were obviously—to be honest—not our kind of people, not the sort of people we would ever have known well enough to invite.
But Jack explained that they were visiting from Australia, just for a short time, and he’d wanted to offer them a treat.
Young people today seem to see things differently from the way I was brought up, don’t they? ”
It was a rhetorical question, but Alec nodded agreement, deeply grateful that Daisy was one of those who saw things differently. “Did your son’s explanation alter the way you and Sir Harold felt about the Gooches?” he asked.
“As far as I was concerned, Jack was at liberty to invite anyone he chose. I have to admit that his father clearly didn’t see it in quite that light, but I couldn’t possibly have guessed he was so furious as to . . . to vent his anger on the poor woman.” She buried her face in her trembling hands.
“That’s enough,” Miss Tyndall said roughly. “Jack, take Mr. Fletcher downstairs, or up to the schoolroom or somewhere. I’ll come and find you in a few minutes.”
“Right-oh. Mother . . .” At a loss for words of comfort, Jack touched Lady Tyndall’s shoulder, then turned to Alec. He looked like an overgrown schoolboy summoned to his headmaster’s office and unsure as to whether or not his offence merited six of the best.
“Upstairs.” Alec preferred to talk to the new baronet without the complicating presence of Miller or the Chief Constable. “Take your time, Miss Tyndall.”
Already at the door to the bedroom, summoning a maid, she gave Alec an abrupt nod of acknowledgement.
In silence, Jack led the way out to the passage, down the three intrusive steps to the landing, and up the stairs to the second floor.
He opened the nearest door, clicked on the electric light, and ushered Alec and Piper through.
“It’s a bit ratty,” he said apologetically, “but it’s our own.
Except when my sister Addie’s hell-born babes are here, and they prefer raising Cain out of doors, thank heaven.
This is where we did our lessons until we all went away to school.
The children who came for the fireworks tonight had their supper up here, so mind you don’t sit in spilled jelly or cake crumbs.
The servants won’t have had a chance to clean properly. ”
The large room was over the entrance hall, to judge by curtained windows to the south and west. It was furnished with a battered, inkstained table surrounded with battered ladder-back chairs, as well as a massive Victorian sofa and several easy chairs in crimson plush worn thin on seats and arms. Jack went over to the fireplace and poked disconsolately at the moribund embers.
“I feel as if the whole world has gone mad,” he confided. “Or perhaps just my father? I simply cannot see that inviting the Gooches was such a terrible thing to do, and if it was, why blame her for it? He must have run mad!”
“Come and sit down, Mr. Tyndall.” Alec took the chair at the head of the table, Piper having tipped it and brushed crumbs off the seat. “Or should it be Sir John?”
“Not until after the funeral, Mother said. As though I wanted the bloody title! I suppose you’re going to ask whether I saw or heard anything.
Isn’t that the form? Well, I can tell you, even if it hadn’t been for the dark and the fireworks exploding, I wouldn’t have noticed.
I was trying to keep an eye on Reggie and Adrian—Addie’s boys.
They were obviously ripe for mischief. When aren’t they?
But they gave me the slip, and I’ll swear they pinched the missing rockets. ”
“That was the cause of your argument with Mrs. Yarborough on returning to the house after the fireworks?”
“With Addie, yes, and that’s why I went to look for Father. My God, I wish I hadn’t found him!”
“Tell me, please, just exactly how it all happened.”
“Right-oh, I’ll try. It was all because of those blasted nephews of mine. As soon as I discovered some of the rockets were missing, I knew they’d pinched them. They—”
“Just a minute. How did you know the rockets were missing? Were you lighting the fuses?”
“No, I had to stay on the top terrace, doing the polite, asking old ladies if they were warm enough, that sort of thing. We can’t just stop inviting people when they get on in years, and there’re always a few who don’t have the sense—But you don’t want to hear about that.
Biddle, our gardener, did the setting off, but Father and Miller and I spent most of the day setting them up.
Reggie and Adrian hung about—supposed to be making themselves useful.
That’s when I caught them trying to sneak off with a couple of Roman candles. ”
“Which is why you suspected them in the theft of the rockets.”
“Good-enough reason, don’t you think? I took the Roman candles off them, but I didn’t let Father find out, because he was in a good mood at that point and I didn’t want to spoil it.
The point is, I knew exactly what was meant to be fired off when.
So when the beginning of the grand finale turned out to be less than grand, I dashed down to the bottom terrace to see what was going on.
I assumed Biddle had mucked it up and I was afraid he’d bungle the rest.”
“Did anyone see you go?”
Jack grinned. “Yes, Mrs. Fletcher, actually. I was talking to her when things went wrong.” He sobered. “Not that it seems frightfully important, considering what happened afterwards.”
“Did you speak to the gardener?”
“Yes, he said—I say, is this what you call an alibi? But that means . . .” In some ways still a boy, Sir John Tyndall was nevertheless no fool. Shaken, he stared at Alec. “Oh Lord, you don’t believe my father shot Mrs. Gooch and then himself, do you? What happened?”
“We can’t be sure. It’s still possible Sir Harold shot Mrs. Gooch, but we do know that he didn’t shoot himself.”
“Then why did you let Mother assume he did?” He jumped up. “I’m going to tell her!”
“I can’t stop you, but please reconsider. Lady Tyndall has had a severe shock. Do you really want to present her with another so soon by telling her Sir Harold was himself murdered?” Alec paused. “And there’s still the question, you know, of why he was in his study with Mrs. Gooch.”
Jack slumped back on to his chair. “Yes. You’re right, of course.”
“Let’s go back to Tuesday. What made you decide to visit the Three Ravens that evening?”
“It wasn’t so much a decision, more of an invitation.
You see, Miller doesn’t care much for sherry or cocktails, and if I’d got hold of a bottle of beer for him, Father would have taken it as yet another reason to sneer at him.
So I suggested going to the Ravens after dinner for a pint.
Well, just then Mrs. Fletcher came in and heard me, so it seemed only polite to invite her to go with us.
Babs was going down anyway, to meet some chaps, and I knew Gwen would go along if Mrs. Fletcher cared to come. ”
“I understand I have to thank you for giving my wife a lift in your car while the others walked.”
“Oh, it was nothing. She wasn’t sure about walking back up the hill because of . . . you know.” Blushing, Jack hurried on. “We got there just a minute or two before the others.”
“And you went straight into the pub.”