Hickory Dickory Dock - Agatha Christie [41]
Sally was an attractive girl with a mop of red hair and eyes that were bright and intelligent. After routine inquiries Sally Finch suddenly took the initiative.
“D’you know what I’d like to do, Inspector? I’d like to tell you just what I think. I personally. There’s something all wrong about this house, something very wrong indeed. I’m sure of that.”
“You mean you’re afraid of something, Miss Finch?” Sally nodded her head.
“Yes, I’m afraid. There’s something or someone here who’s pretty ruthless. The whole place isn’t—well, how shall I put it?—it isn’t what it seems. No, no, Inspector, I don’t mean communists. I can see that just trembling on your lips. It’s not communists I mean. Perhaps it isn’t even criminal. I don’t know. But I’ll bet you anything you like that awful old woman knows about it all.”
“What old woman? You don’t mean Mrs. Hubbard?”
“No. Not Ma Hubbard. She’s a dear. I mean old Nicoletis. That old she-wolf.”
“That’s interesting, Miss Finch. Can you be more definite? About Mrs. Nicoletis, I mean.”
Sally shook her head.
“No. That’s just what I can’t be. All I can tell you is she gives me the creeps every time I pass her. Something queer is going on here, Inspector.”
“I wish you could be a little more definite.”
“So do I. You’ll be thinking I’m fanciful. Well, perhaps I am, but other people feel it too. Akibombo does. He’s scared. I believe Black Bess does, too, but she wouldn’t let on. And I think, Inspector, that Celia knew something about it.”
“Knew something about what?”
“That’s just it. What? But there were things she said. Said that last day. About clearing everything up. She had owned up to her part in what was going on, but she sort of hinted that there were other things she knew about and she wanted to get them cleared up too. I think she knew something, Inspector, about someone. That’s the reason I think she was killed.”
“But if it was something as serious as that. . . .”
Sally interrupted him.
“I’d say that she had no idea how serious it was. She wasn’t bright, you know. She was pretty dumb. She’d got hold of something but she’d no idea that the something she’d got hold of was dangerous. Anyway, that’s my hunch for what it’s worth.”
“I see. Thank you . . . Now the last time you saw Celia Austin was in the common room after dinner last night, is that right?”
“That’s right. At least, actually, I saw her after that.”
“You saw her after that? Where? In her room?”
“No. When I went up to bed she was going out of the front door just as I came out of the common room.”
“Going out of the front door? Out of the house, do you mean?”
“Yes.”
“That’s rather surprising. Nobody else has suggested that.”
“I dare say they didn’t know. She certainly said good night and that she was going up to bed, and if I hadn’t seen her I would have assumed that she had gone up to bed.”
“Whereas actually she went upstairs, put on some outdoor things and then left the house. Is that right?”
Sally nodded.
“And I think she was going to meet someone.”
“I see. Someone from outside. Or could it have been one of the students?”
“Well, it’s my hunch that it would be one of the students. You see, if she wanted to speak to somebody privately, there was nowhere very well she could do it in the house. Someone might have suggested that she should come out and meet them somewhere outside.”
“Have you any idea when she got in again?”
“No idea whatever.”
“Would Geronimo know, the manservant?”
“He’d know if she came in after eleven o’clock because that’s the time he bolts and chains the door. Up to that time anyone can get in with their own key.”
“Do you know exactly what time it was when you saw her going out of the house?”
“I’d say it was about—ten. Perhaps a little past ten, but not much.”
“I see. Thank you, Miss Finch, for what you’ve told me.”
Last of all the inspector talked to Elizabeth Johnston. He was at once impressed with the quiet capability of the girl. She answered his questions with intelligent