The Classic Mystery Collection - Arthur Conan Doyle [5289]
"I think he does," I replied, "but he may have great difficulty in proving it. And what else did Inspector Aylesbury wish to know?"
"How can I tell you?" she said in a low voice; and biting her lip agitatedly she turned her head aside.
"Perhaps I can guess."
"Can you?" she asked, looking at me quickly. "Well, then, he seemed to attach a ridiculous importance to the fact that I had not retired last night at the time of the tragedy."
"I know," said I, grimly. "Another preconceived idea of his."
"I told him the truth of the matter, which is surely quite simple, and at first I was unable to understand the nature of his suspicions. Then, after a time, his questions enlightened me. He finally suggested, quite openly, that I had not come down from my room to the corridor in which Madame de Staemer was lying, but had actually been there at the time!"
"In the corridor outside her room?"
"Yes. He seemed to think that I had just come in from the door near the end of the east wing and beside the tower, which opens into the shrubbery."
"That you had just come in?" I exclaimed. "He thinks, then, that you had been out in the grounds?"
Val Beverley's face had been very pale, but now she flushed indignantly, and glanced away from me as she replied:
"He dared to suggest that I had been to keep an assignation."
"The fool!" I cried. "The ignorant, impudent fool!"
"Oh," she declared, "I felt quite ill with indignation. I am afraid I may regard Inspector Aylesbury as an enemy from now onward, for when I had recovered from the shock I told him very plainly what I thought about his intellect, or lack of it."
"I am glad you did," I said, warmly. "Before Inspector Aylesbury is through with this business I fancy he will know more about his limitations than he knows at present. The fact of the matter is that he is badly out of his depth, but is not man enough to acknowledge the fact even to himself."
She smiled at me pathetically.
"Whatever should I have done if I had been alone?" she said.
I was tempted to direct the conversation into a purely personal channel, but common sense prevailed, and:
"Is Madame de Staemer awake?" I asked.
"Yes." The girl nodded. "Dr. Rolleston is with her now."
"And does she know?"
"Yes. She sent for me directly she awoke, and asked me."
"And you told her?"
"How could I do otherwise? She was quite composed, wonderfully composed; and the way she heard the news was simply heroic. But here is Dr. Rolleston, coming now."
I glanced along the corridor, and there was the physician approaching briskly.
"Good morning, Mr. Knox," he said.
"Good morning, doctor. I hear that your patient is much improved?"
"Wonderfully so," he answered. "She has enough courage for ten men. She wishes to see you, Mr. Knox, and to hear your account of the tragedy."
"Do you think it would be wise?"
"I think it would be best."
"Do you hold any hope of her permanently recovering the use of her limbs?"
Dr. Rolleston shook his head doubtfully.
"It may have only been temporary," he replied. "These obscure nervous affections are very fickle. It is unsafe to make predictions. But mentally, at least, she is quite restored from the effects of last night's shock. You need apprehend no hysteria or anything of that nature, Mr. Knox."
"Oh, I see," exclaimed a loud voice behind us.
We all three turned, and there was Inspector Aylesbury crossing the hall in our direction.
"Good morning, Dr. Rolleston," he said, deliberately ignoring my presence. "I hear that your patient is quite well again this morning?"
"She is much improved," returned the physician, dryly.
"Then I can get her testimony, which is most important to my case?"
"She is somewhat better. If she cares to see you I do not forbid the interview."
"Oh, that's good of you, doctor." He bowed to Miss Beverley. "Perhaps, Miss, you would ask