Unexpected Guest - Agatha Christie [22]
‘Did Laura tell you that?’ Miss Bennett interrupted him.
The inspector turned to look at her, surprised at her mention of the murdered man’s wife. ‘What makes you think she told me?’ he asked.
‘I don’t know,’ Miss Bennett replied. ‘I just wondered.’ Looking confused, she glanced at her watch. ‘Is that all?’ she asked. ‘I’m very busy this morning.’ She walked to the door, opened it, and was about to leave when the inspector said, ‘I’d like to have a word with young Jan next, if I may.’
Miss Bennett turned in the doorway. ‘Oh, he’s rather excited this morning,’ she said, sounding somewhat truculent. ‘I’d really be much obliged if you wouldn’t talk to him–raking it all up. I’ve just got him calmed down.’
‘I’m sorry, but I’m afraid we must ask him a few questions,’ the inspector insisted.
Miss Bennett closed the door firmly and came back into the room. ‘Why can’t you just find this man MacGregor, and question him?’ she suggested. ‘He can’t have got far away.’
‘We’ll find him. Don’t you worry,’ the inspector assured her.
‘I hope you will,’ Miss Bennett retorted. ‘Revenge, indeed! Why, it’s not Christian.’
‘Of course,’ the inspector agreed, adding meaningfully, ‘especially when the accident was not Mr Warwick’s fault and could not have been avoided.’
Miss Bennett gave him a sharp look. There was a pause, and then the inspector repeated, ‘I’d like to speak to Jan, please.’
‘I don’t know if I can find him,’ said Miss Bennett. ‘He may have gone out.’ She left the room quickly. The inspector looked at Sergeant Cadwallader, nodding his head towards the door, and the sergeant followed her out. In the corridor, Miss Bennett admonished Cadwallader. ‘You’re not to worry him,’ she said. She came back into the room. ‘You’re not to worry the boy,’ she ordered the inspector. ‘He’s very easily–unsettled. He gets excited, temperamental.’
The inspector regarded her silently for a moment, and then asked, ‘Is he ever violent?’
‘No, of course not. He’s a very sweet boy, very gentle. Docile, really. I simply meant that you might upset him. It’s not good for children, things like murder. And that’s all he is, really. A child.’
The inspector sat in the chair at the desk. ‘You needn’t worry, Miss Bennett, I assure you,’ he told her. ‘We quite understand the position.’
Chapter 9
Just then, Sergeant Cadwallader ushered in Jan, who rushed up to the inspector. ‘Do you want me?’ he cried excitedly. ‘Have you caught him yet? Will there be blood on his clothes?’
‘Now, Jan,’ Miss Bennett cautioned him, ‘you must behave yourself. Just answer any questions the gentleman asks you.’
Jan turned happily to Miss Bennett, and then back to the inspector. ‘Oh, yes, I will,’ he promised. ‘But can’t I ask any questions?’
‘Of course you can ask questions,’ the inspector assured him kindly.
Miss Bennett sat on the sofa. ‘I’ll wait while you’re talking to him,’ she said.
The inspector got up quickly, went to the door and opened it invitingly. ‘No thank you, Miss Bennett,’ he said firmly. ‘We shan’t need you. And didn’t you say you’re rather busy this morning?’
‘I’d rather stay,’ she insisted.
‘I’m sorry.’ The inspector’s voice was sharp. ‘We always like to talk to people one at a time.’
Miss Bennett looked at the inspector and then at Sergeant Cadwallader. Realizing that she was defeated, she gave a snort of annoyance and swept out of the room, the inspector closing the door after her. The sergeant moved to the alcove, preparing to take more notes, while Inspector Thomas sat on the sofa. ‘I don’t suppose,’ he said amiably to Jan, ‘that you’ve ever been in close contact with a murder before, have you?’
‘No, no, I haven’t,’ Jan replied eagerly. ‘It’s very exciting, isn’t it?’ He knelt on the footstool. ‘Have you got any clues–fingerprints or bloodstains or anything?’
‘You seem very interested in blood,’ the inspector observed with a friendly smile.
‘Oh, I am,’ Jan replied, quietly and seriously. ‘I like blood. It’s a beautiful colour, isn’t it? That nice clear red.’ He too sat down on the sofa, laughing nervously. ‘Richard