The Hollow - Agatha Christie [69]
Inspector Grange rose, with the satisfaction of a man who sees a task ahead of him which he is well fitted to perform.
‘Gudgeon?’ he said. ‘I’ll have a word with Mr Gudgeon right away.’
Chapter 20
Sitting once more in Sir Henry’s study, Inspector Grange stared at the impassive face of the man in front of him.
So far, the honours lay with Gudgeon.
‘I am very sorry, sir,’ he repeated. ‘I suppose I ought to have mentioned the occurrence, but it had slipped my memory.’
He looked apologetically from the inspector to Sir Henry.
‘It was about 5.30 if I remember rightly, sir. I was crossing the hall to see if there were any letters for the post when I noticed a revolver lying on the hall table. I presumed it was from the master’s collection, so I picked it up and brought it in here. There was a gap on the shelf by the mantelpiece where it had come from, so I replaced it where it belonged.’
‘Point it out to me,’ said Grange.
Gudgeon rose and went to the shelf in question, the inspector close behind him.
‘It was this one, sir.’ Gudgeon’s finger indicated a small Mauser pistol at the end of the row.
It was a .25–quite a small weapon. It was certainly not the gun that had killed John Christow.
Grange, with his eyes on Gudgeon’s face, said:
‘That’s an automatic pistol, not a revolver.’
Gudgeon coughed.
‘Indeed, sir? I’m afraid that I am not at all well up in firearms. I may have used the term revolver rather loosely, sir.’
‘But you are quite sure that that is the gun you found in the hall and brought in here?’
‘Oh, yes, sir, there can be no possible doubt about that.’
Grange stopped him as he was about to stretch out a hand.
‘Don’t touch it, please. I must examine it for fingerprints and to see if it is loaded.’
‘I don’t think it is loaded, sir. None of Sir Henry’s collection is kept loaded. And, as for fingerprints, I polished it over with my handkerchief before replacing it, sir, so there will only be my fingerprints on it.’
‘Why did you do that?’ asked Grange sharply.
But Gudgeon’s apologetic smile did not waver.
‘I fancied it might be dusty, sir.’
The door opened and Lady Angkatell came in. She smiled at the inspector.
‘How nice to see you, Inspector Grange! What is all this about a revolver and Gudgeon? That child in the kitchen is in floods of tears. Mrs Medway has been bullying her–but of course the girl was quite right to say what she saw if she thought she ought to do so. I always find right and wrong so bewildering myself–easy, you know, if right is unpleasant and wrong is agreeable, because then one knows where one is–but confusing when it is the other way about–and I think, don’t you, Inspector, that everyone must do what they think right themselves. What have you been telling them about that pistol, Gudgeon?’
Gudgeon said with respectful emphasis:
‘The pistol was in the hall, my lady, on the centre table. I have no idea where it came from. I brought it in here and put it away in its proper place. That is what I have just told the inspector and he quite understands.’
Lady Angkatell shook her head. She said gently:
‘You really shouldn’t have said that, Gudgeon. I’ll talk to the inspector myself.’
Gudgeon made a slight movement, and Lady Angkatell said very charmingly:
‘I do appreciate your motives, Gudgeon. I know how you always try to save us trouble and annoyance.’ She added in gentle dismissal: ‘That will be all now.’
Gudgeon hesitated, threw a fleeting glance towards Sir Henry and then at the inspector, then bowed and moved towards the door.
Grange made a motion as though to stop him, but for some reason he was not able to define to himself, he let his arm fall again. Gudgeon went out and closed the door.
Lady Angkatell dropped into a chair and smiled at the two men. She said conversationally:
‘You know, I really do think that was very charming of Gudgeon. Quite feudal, if you know what I mean. Yes, feudal is the right word.