4_50 From Paddington - Agatha Christie [64]
Craddock did not reply.
Cedric said, with a sidelong glance at Emma:
“Shall we go into the other room?”
Emma said quickly: “I’ll leave you.” At the door, she paused and turned.
“This is serious, you know, Cedric. If the 20th was the day of murder, then you must tell Inspector Craddock exactly what you were doing.”
She went through into the next room and closed the door behind her.
“Good old Em,” said Cedric. “Well, here goes. Yes, I left Ibiza on the 19th all right. Planned to break the journey in Paris, and spend a couple of days routing up some old friends on the Left Bank. But, as a matter of fact, there was a very attractive woman on the plane… Quite a dish. To put it plainly, she and I got off together. She was on her way to the States, had to spend a couple of nights in London to see about some business or other. We got to London on the 19th. We stayed at the Kingsway Palace in case your spies haven’t found that out yet! Called myself John Brown—never does to use your own name on these occasions.”
“And on the 20th?”
Cedric made a grimace.
“Morning pretty well occupied by a terrific hangover.”
“And the afternoon. From three o’clock onwards?”
“Let me see. Well, I mooned about, as you might say. Went into the National Galley—that’s respectable enough. Saw a film. Rowenna of the Range. I’ve always had a passion for Westerns. This was a corker… Then a drink or two in the bar and a bit of a sleep in my room, and out about ten o’clock with the girl-friend and a round of various hot spots—can’t even remember most of their names— Jumping Frog was one, I think. She knew ’em all. Got pretty well plastered and to tell the truth, don’t remember much more till I woke up the next morning—with an even worse hangover. Girlfriend hopped off to catch her plane and I poured cold water over my head, got a chemist to give me a devils’ brew, and then started off for this place, pretending I’d just arrived at Heathrow. No need to upset Emma, I thought. You know what women are—always hurt if you don’t come straight home. I had to borrow money from her to pay the taxi. I was completely cleaned out. No use asking the old man. He’d never cough up. Mean old brute. Well, Inspector, satisfied?”
“Can any of this be substantiated, Mr. Crackenthorpe? Say between 3 p.m. and 7 p.m.”
“Most unlikely, I should think,” said Cedric cheerfully. “National Gallery where the attendants look at you with lack-lustre eyes and a crowded picture show. No, not likely.”
Emma reentered. She held a small engagement book in her hand.
“You want to know what everyone was doing on 20th December, is that right, Inspector Craddock?”
“Well—er—yes, Miss Crackenthorpe.”
“I have just been looking in my engagement book. On the 20th I went into Brackhampton to attend a meeting of the Church Restoration Fund. That finished about a quarter to one and I lunched with Lady Adington and Miss Bartlett who were also on the committee, at the Cadena Café. After lunch I did some shopping, stores for Christmas, and also Christmas presents. I went to Greenford’s and Lyall and Swift’s, Boots’, and probably several other shops. I had tea about a quarter to five in the Shamrock Tea Rooms and then went to the station to meet Bryan who was coming by train. I got home about six o’clock and found my father in a very bad temper. I had left lunch ready for him, but Mrs. Hart who was to come in in the afternoon and give him his tea had not arrived. He was so angry that he had shut himself in his room and would not let me in or speak to me. He does not like my going out in the afternoon, but I make a point of doing so now and then.”
“You’re probably wise. Thank you, Miss Crackenthorpe.”
He could hardly tell her that as she was a woman, height five foot seven, her movements that afternoon were of no great importance. Instead he said:
“Your other two brothers came down later, I understand?”
“Alfred came down late on Saturday evening. He tells