"Did it come by post?"
"No. No, it couldn't have come by post. It was just there in my room. Someone must have put it there."
"I see. Bribed one of the servants, I suppose. I am to take it that you didn't let the Contessa whoever-it-was in on this?"
A faint smile appeared on Elvira's face. "No. No. We certainly didn't. Anyway we opened the box and they were lovely chocolates. Different kinds, you know, but there were some violet creams. That's the sort of chocolate that has a crystallized violet on top. My favourite. So of course I ate one or two of those first. And then afterwards, in the night, I felt terribly ill. I didn't think it was the chocolates, I just thought it was something perhaps that I'd eaten at dinner."
"Anybody else ill?"
"No. Only me. Well, I was very sick and all that, but I felt all right by the end of the next day. Then a day or two later I ate another of the same chocolates, and the same thing happened. So I talked to Bridget about it. Bridget was my special friend. And we looked at the chocolates, and we found that the violet creams had got a sort of hole in the bottom that had been filled up again, so we thought that someone had put some poison in and they'd only put it in the violet creams so that I would be the one who ate them."
"Nobody else was ill?"
"No."
"So presumably nobody else ate the violet creams?"
"No. I don't think they could have. You see, it was my present and they knew I liked the violet ones, so they'd leave them for me."
"The chap took a risk, whoever he was," said Father. "The whole place might have been poisoned."
"It's absurd," said Lady Sedgwick sharply. "Utterly absurd! I never heard of anything so crude."
Chief Inspector Davy made a slight gesture with his hand. "Please," he said, then he went on to Elvira. "Now I find that very interesting, Miss Blake. And you still didn't tell the Contessa?"
"Oh no, we didn't. She'd have made a terrible fuss."
"What did you do with the chocolates?"
"We threw them away," said Elvira. "They were lovely chocolates," she added, with a tone of slight grief.
"You didn't try and find out who sent them?"
Elvira looked embarrassed. "Well, you see, I thought it might have been Guido."
"Yes?" said Chief Inspector Davy cheerfully. "And who is Guido?"
"Oh, Guido…" Elvira paused. She looked at her mother.
"Don't be stupid," said Bess Sedgwick. "Tell Chief Inspector Davy about Guido, whoever he is. Every girl of your age has a Guido in her life. You met him out there, I suppose?"
"Yes. When we were taken to the opera. He spoke to me there. He was nice. Very attractive. I used to see him sometimes when we went to classes. He used to pass me notes."
"And I suppose," said Bess Sedgwick, "that you told a lot of lies, and made plans with some friends and you managed to get out and meet him? Is that it?"
Elvira looked relieved by this short cut to confession. "Yes. Bridget and I sometimes went out together. Sometimes Guido managed to-"
"What was Guido's other name?"
"I don't know," said Elvira. "He never told me."
Chief Inspector Davy smiled at her. "You mean you're not going to tell? Never mind. I dare say we'll be able to find out quite all right without your help, if it should really matter. But why should you think that this young man who was presumably fond of you, should want to kill you?"
"Oh, because he used to threaten things like that. I mean, we used to have rows now and then. He'd bring some of his friends with him, and I'd pretend to like them better than him, and then he'd get very, very wild and angry. He said I'd better be careful what I did. I couldn't give him up just like that! That if I wasn't faithful to him he'd kill me! I just thought he was being melodramatic and theatrical." Elvira smiled suddenly and unexpectedly. "But it was all rather fun. I didn't think it was real or serious."
"Well," said Chief Inspector Davy, "I don't think it does seem very likely that a young man such as you describe would really poison chocolates and send them to you."
"Well, I don't think so really either," said Elvira, "but it must have been him because I can't see that there's anyone else. It worried me. And then, when I came back here, I got a note-" She stopped.
"What sort of a note?"
"It just came in an envelope and was printed. It said: Be on your guard. Somebody wants to kill you."
Chief Inspector Davy's eyebrows went up. "Indeed? Very curious. Yes, very curious. And it worried you. You were frightened?"
"Yes. I began to-to wonder who could possibly want me out of the way. That's why I tried to find out if I was really very rich."
"Go on."
"And the other day in London something else happened. I was in the tube and there were a lot of people on the platform. I thought someone tried to push me onto the track."
"My dear child!" said Bess Sedgwick. "Don't romance."
Again Father made that slight gesture of his hand.
"Yes," said Elvira apologetically. "I expect I have been imagining it all but-I don't know-I mean, after what happened this evening it seems, doesn't it, as though it might all be true?" She turned suddenly to Bess Sedgwick, speaking with urgency. "Mother! You might know. Does anyone want to kill me? Could there be anyone? Have I got an enemy?"
"Of course you've not got an enemy," said Bess Sedgwick impatiently. "Don't be an idiot. Nobody wants to kill you. Why should they?"
"Then who shot at me tonight?"
"In that fog," said Bess Sedgwick, "you might have been mistaken for someone else. That's possible, don't you think?" she said, turning to Father.
"Yes, I think it might be quite possible," said Chief Inspector Davy.
Bess Sedgwick was looking at him very intently. He almost fancied the motion of her lips saying "later."
"Well," he said cheerfully, "we'd better get down to some more facts now. Where had you come from tonight? What were you doing walking along Pond Street on such a foggy evening?"
"I came up for an art class at the Tate this morning. Then I went to lunch with my friend Bridget. She lives in Onslow Square. We went to a film and when we came out, there was this fog-quite thick and getting worse, and I thought perhaps I'd better not drive home."
"You drive a car, do you?"
"Yes. I took my driving test last summer. Only, I'm not a very good driver and I hate driving in fog. So Bridget's mother said I could stay the night, so I rang up Cousin Mildred-that's where I live in Kent-"
Father nodded.
"-and I said I was going to stay up overnight. She said that was very wise."
"And what happened next?" asked Father.
"And then the fog seemed lighter suddenly. You know how patchy fogs are. So I said I would drive down to Kent after all. I said good-bye to Bridget and started off. But then it began to come down again. I didn't like it very much. I ran into a very thick patch of it and I lost my way and I didn't know where I was. Then after a bit I realized I was at Hyde Park Corner and I thought: I really can't go down to Kent in this. At first, I thought I'd go back to Bridget's but then I remembered how I'd lost my way already. And then I realized that I was quite close to this nice hotel where Uncle Derek took me, when I came back from Italy and I thought: I'll go there and I'm sure they can find me a room. That was fairly easy, I found a place to leave the car and then I walked back up the street towards the hotel."
"Did you meet anyone or did you hear anyone walking near you?"
"It's funny you saying that, because I did think I heard someone walking behind me. Of course, there must be lots of people walking about in London. Only in a fog like this, it gives you a nervous feeling. I waited and listened but I didn't hear any footsteps and I thought I'd imagined them. I was quite close to the hotel by then."
"And then?"
"And then quite suddenly there was a shot. As I told you, it seemed to go right past my ear. The cornmissionaire man who stands outside the hotel came running down towards me and he pushed me behind him and then-then-the other shot came… He- he fell down and I screamed." She was shaking now. Her mother spoke to her.
"Steady, girl," said Bess in a low, firm voice. "Steady now." It was the voice Bess Sedgwick used for her horses and it was quite as efficacious when used on her daughter. Elvira blinked at her, drew herself up a little, and became calm again.
"Good girl," said Bess.
"And then you came," said Elvira to Father. "You blew your whistle, you told the policeman to take me into the hotel. And as soon as I got in, I saw-I saw Mother." She turned and looked at Bess Sedgwick.
"And that brings us more or less up to date," said Father. He shifted his bulk a little in the chair.
"Do you know a man called Ladislaus Malinowski?" he asked. His tone was even, casual, without any direct inflection. He did not look at the girl, but he was aware, since his ears were functioning at full attention, of a quick little gasp she gave. His eyes were not on the daughter but on the mother.
"No," said Elvira, having waited just a shade too long to say it. "No, I don't."
"Oh," said Father. "I thought you might. I thought he might have been here this evening."
"Oh? Why should he be here?"
"Well, his car is here," said Father. "That's why I thought he might be."
"I don't know him," said Elvira.
"My mistake," said Father. "You do, of course?" He turned his head towards Bess Sedgwick.
"Naturally," said Bess Sedgwick. "Known him for many years." She added, smiling slightly, "He's a madman, you know. Drives like an angel or a devil-he'll break his neck one of these days. Had a bad smash eighteen months ago."
"Yes, I remember reading about it," said Father. "Not racing again yet, is he?"
"No, not yet. Perhaps he never will."
"Do you think I could go to bed now?" asked Elvira, plaintively. "I'm-really terribly tired."
"Of course. You must be," said Father. "You've told us all you can remember?"
"Oh, yes."
"I'll go up with you," said Bess.
Mother and daughter went out together.
"She knows him all right," said Father.
"Do you really think so?" asked Sergeant Wadell.
"I know it. She had tea with him in Battersea Park only a day or two ago."
"How did you find that out?"
"Old lady told me-distressed. Didn't think he was a nice friend for a young girl. He isn't, of course."
"Especially if he and the mother-" Wadell broke off delicately. "It's pretty general gossip-"
"Yes. May be true, may not. Probably is."
"In that case which one is he really after?"
Father ignored that point. "I want him picked up. I want him badly," he said. "His car's here-just round the corner."
"Do you think he might be actually staying in this hotel?"
"Don't think so. It wouldn't fit into the picture. He's not supposed to be here. If he came here, he came to meet the girl. She definitely came to meet him, I'd say."
The door opened and Bess Sedgwick reappeared.
"I came back," she said, "because I wanted to speak to you." She looked from him to the other two men. "I wonder if I could speak to you alone? I've given you all the information I have, such as it is; but I would like a word or two with you in private."
"I don't see any reason why not," said Chief Inspector Davy. He motioned with his head, and the young detective constable took his notebook and went out. Wadell went with him. "Well?" said Chief Inspector Davy.
Lady Sedgwick sat down again opposite him.
"That silly story about poisoned chocolates," she said. "It's nonsense. Absolutely ridiculous. I don't believe anything of the kind ever happened."
"You don't, eh?"
"Do you?"
Father shook his head doubtfully. "You think your daughter cooked it up?"
"Yes. But why?"
"Well, if you don't know why," said Chief Inspector Davy, "how should I know? She's your daughter. Presumably you know her better than I do."
"I don't know her at all," said Bess Sedgwick bitterly. "I've not seen her or had anything to do with her since she was two years old, when I ran away from my husband."
"Oh yes. I know all that. I find it curious. You see, Lady Sedgwick, courts usually give the mother, even if she is a guilty party in a divorce, custody of a young child if she asks for it. Presumably then you didn't ask for it? You didn't want it."
"I thought it-better not."
"Why?"
"I didn't think it was-safe for her."
"On moral grounds?"
"No. Not on moral grounds. Plenty of adultery nowadays. Children have to learn about it, have to grow up with it. No. It's just that I am not really a safe person to be with. The life I'd lead wouldn't be a safe life. You can't help the way you're born. I was born to live dangerously. I'm not law-abiding or conventional. I thought it would be better for Elvira, happier, to have a proper English conventional bringing-up. Shielded, looked after…"
"But minus a mother's love?"
"I thought if she learned to love me it might bring sorrow to her. Oh, you mayn't believe me, but that's what I felt."
"I see. Do you still think you were right?"
"No," said Bess. "I don't. I think now I may have been entirely wrong."
"Does your daughter know Ladislaus Malinowski?"
"I'm sure she doesn't. She said so. You heard her."
"I heard her, yes."
"Well, then?"
"She was afraid, you know, when she was sitting here. In our profession we get to know fear when we meet up with it. She was afraid-why? Chocolates or no chocolates, her life has been attempted. That tube story may be true enough-"
"It was ridiculous. Like a thriller-"
"Perhaps. But that sort of thing does happen, Lady Sedgwick. Oftener than you'd think. Can you give me any idea who might want to kill your daughter?"
"Nobody-nobody at all!"
She spoke vehemently.
Chief Inspector Davy sighed and shook his head.
22
Chief Inspector Davy waited patiently until Mrs. Melford had finished talking. It had been a singularly unprofitable interview. Cousin Mildred had been incoherent, unbelieving, and generally feather-headed. Or that was Father's private view. Accounts of Elvira's sweet manners, nice nature, troubles with her teeth, odd excuses told through the telephone, had led on to serious doubts whether Elvira's friend Bridget was really a suitable friend for her. All these matters had been presented to the Chief Inspector in a kind of general hasty pudding. Mrs. Melford knew nothing, had heard nothing, had seen nothing and had apparently deduced very little.
A short telephone call to Elvira's guardian Colonel Luscombe had been even more unproductive, though fortunately less wordy. "More Chinese monkeys," he muttered to his sergeant as he put down the receiver. "See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil.
"The trouble is that everyone who's had anything to do with this girl has been far too nice-if you get my meaning. Too many nice people who don't know anything about evil. Not like my old lady."
"The Bertram's Hotel one?"
"Yes, that's the one. She's had a long life of experience in noticing evil, fancying evil, suspecting evil, and going forth to do battle with evil. Let's see what we can get out of girl friend Bridget."
The difficulties in this interview were represented first, last, and most of the time by Bridget's mamma. To talk to Bridget without the assistance of her mother took all Chief Inspector Davy's adroitness and cajolery. He was, it must be admitted, ably seconded by Bridget. After a certain amount of stereotyped questions and answers and expressions of horror on the part of Bridget's mother at hearing of Elvira's narrow escape from death, Bridget said, "You know it's time for that committee meeting, Mum. You said it was very important."