“Oh, oi'm sorry Mistress, oi 'eard voices. Oi din't know it were you.” She caught sight of the dishevelled form of Charlie Manston sitting at the table and she straightened up in sheer panic.
"Whoi's 'e 'ere?" she asked, her voice shaky.
I went quickly to her side, put my arm around her and told her not to be afraid.
"Sergeant Morgan will be here soon and we will hear what he has to say." I squeezed her shoulders. "Don't worry, Bethany. I do not think he is the one we need to find."
Her eyes narrowed to slits and her forehead creased into a frown.
“Oi see.” she replied slowly, “Oi'll be in the kitchen if you need me, Miss.”
“All right, Bethany,” I said gently. “Don't worry, we will get to the bottom of this.”
She gazed at me for a moment then smiled.
“All roight, Miss.” She nodded, then turned back and closed the door behind her as she returned to her chores.
Almost another hour passed before Melissa opened the opposite door. "Sergeant Morgan and a constable, Ma'am."
The Sergeant walked quickly past Melissa and took the chair proffered to him. "I got here as soon as I could, Lady Helen. I understand that we need to talk before I remove the suspect."
The Constable remained standing beside the door, his hands clasped behind his back.
"I told 'em, Officer, I din't do it!" Manston cut in.
"All right, Son, so I believe." Sergeant Morgan sat down. "So why should I believe you ?"
Charlie Manston repeated all the things he had told us and Doctor Harris confirmed his diagnosis of the hand injury.
"Well, now, all very interesting, my lad. So when did you last see the victim then?"
"Yesterday mornin', before I got the car ready."
"Before you took Sir Michael and the ladies into Ipswich?"
"Yeah, that's right," he confirmed "She was going to meet me after dinner, once I 'ad cleaned the car and put it in the garage, but she never showed... I suppose I know why now, then, don't I."
He hung his head, then suddenly sat up straight. "We need to find who did this to 'er." The anger was clear in his voice. "She were everything to me. I know it don't look like it an' I din't treat her right, but whoever did this won't get away with it if I 'ave anythin' t' do with it!"
The constable who, until then, had remained silent in the background, took a step towards him, but his superior stopped him with a wave of his hand.
"All right now, Son, we will. Let's keep calm and see if we can't get to the bottom of this."
Manston nodded and visibly relaxed.
Sargeant Morgan looked at his notes. "Lady Helen," he said after a moments thought, "Would it be possible to have the maid who found the victim come and join us? I would like to ask her a few questions."
I immediately arose from my own seat.
"I will get her," I said, walking towards the kitchen door.
"Now then, Young Lady," The Policeman began, once Bethany was seated beside me. "You found the deceased at..." he opened his pocket book and scanned the pages until he found what he was looking for. "...around eleven, you said."
He looked up for confirmation.
"That's roight, Sir., the young maid replied.
"And you, Son." He turned, next, to the soldier, "You looked for her about...?"
"'bout six thirty, I suppose." He seemed to be thinking carefully.' Hmm... Maybe seven. Took about an hour an' half to dust off the car and garage it."
"And you didn't find her..." Sergeant Morgan said half to himself, nodding with his hand on his chin. He looked up again. "Did you pass the coal store when you looked for her?"
"Passed it, yes," Manston replied, "But I din't look inside, why would I?"
"No, indeed not. Bethany. Was the door closed and locked when you went to get the coal?"
"Closed, Sir, yes, but it ain't got no lock on it," she said, puzzled.
"I see, so anyone could get in there at any time?"
"Yes, Sir. It just 'as a latch.".
Again, Sergeant Morgan consulted his pocket book. He rubbed his chin then looked up again and said, to no-one in particular:
"Too many fingerprints on the latch to identify any single person. I haven't heard about the necklace yet though."
"Necklace? What necklace?" Manston asked.
"I found Maggie's necklace on the drive last night," I told him. It must have been pulled off when whoever killed her took her to the coal store."
Manston frowned.
"Maggie ain't got no necklace!" he exclaimed, "She 'ated things round 'er neck. Made 'er itch she always said."
Sergeant Morgan suddenly became interested as I answered.
"Oh. I asked Melissa and she said it wasn't hers." I turned to Lady Helen but didn't say anything for fear that she didn't want her domestic arrangements becoming public knowledge.
"I don't recall having seen her wearing one," was all she replied.
"How sure are you it wasn't Maggie's, Son?" the sergeant enquired.
"Absolutely certain!" he replied. "She 'ated stuff like that, as I told you!"
Before anything further was said the door opened.
"Excuse me' Ma'am." It was Melissa who spoke. "There are some gentlemen here who would like to speak to Private Manston."
"And who might these gentlemen be, Melissa?"
As soon as the words had left Aunt Helen's lips, two serious looking soldiers entered the room without invitation. Their uniforms were immaculate and both wore caps with the peaks straight down in front of their eyes and a red band around.
"Pardon the intrusion, Ma'am," the first of the two spoke sharply. He was wearing three chevrond on his sleeve, indicating his ramk of sergeant. He held his head upright and his jaw was pushed forwards as he saluted swiftly and smartly.
Aunt Helen rose to her feet and I saw the strength return to her manner.
"And, what, Sergeant, is so important that you have to enter my home and interrupt an important meeting, without you even waiting to be invited?"
"Beg you pardon, Ma'am," The soldier repeated, "We are from the Military Police and we have been informed that you know the whereabouts of one Private Charles Manston."
At that point Sergeant Morgan also got to his feet.
"Detective Sergeant Arthur Morgan, Suffolk County Constabulary," he said.
"A pleasure, Sergeant. I'm sure but this is a military matter so, if you please..." The MP moved his arm in a gesture that indicated Sergeant Morgan should step aside. "On your feet, Private!" he barked
I just sat there, dumbfounded, mouth wide in surprise.
"How dare you come barging in here and behave in such a manner!" Aunt Helen stepped closer to him. "This is not an army barracks, Sergeant!" she hissed.
My chest swelled with pride in the way she was standing up to him.
"Kindly leave this room and wait outside."
"I am sorry, Ma'am but this is a serious business."
"Do I need to telephone the Major-General, Sergeant?" She looked him straight in the eye, but he neither flinched nor spoke.
I thought my heart would stop as I looked on in awe.
"Get out, now!" she shouted, her arm raised sideways and finger pointing towards the door. "Wait in the hallway until this matter is concluded."
The soldier pursed his lips and I could see the anger in his eyes as they flashed beneath the near vertical peak of his cap. Finally, he took a deep breath.
"Corporal!" he barked and tucked his pace stick under his arm. Together they turned on their heels and marched through the door which Melissa held open for them.
Lady Helen sat slowly back in her seat and breathed out. I myself had barely taken a breath whilst that had been going on.
I placed my hand upon hers and felt that she was trembling slightly.
She looked at me and smiled.
It was Charlie Manston who broke the silence.
"So what now?" he asked. "They will put me straight in Colchester."
Sergeant Morgan stood up.
"I think the best thing would be that you talk to them here, they cannot take you away until I release you," he turned to Lady Helen. "Do you have a room that is free from being overheard?"
"Yes," she said, "You can use the study. It has only one door."
"Excellent, Thank you, Ma'am." He turned then to Manston. "Come along then, Son. Lets go and see what we can do about the army."
They left the room and, together with the two military policemen and the constable, they followed Melissa down the hall.
The afternoon was passing quickly and, as there was no more to be done I decided I would visit Thomas again. The last thing I noted was the two military policemen disappear into the study and the door close quietly behind them.
On the way I met Sister Watson. She told me that he had fitted again and that I should wait until later before disturbing him.
In that case, I thought, I may as well go and sit in the garden and read for a while so I went to my room and collected my book from the bedside stand.
On a whim, I looked out into the courtyard. The afternoon sun was sinking lower into the sky and I looked across to where I had seen Charlie and Maggie a couple of nights previously.
The courtyard was still now, deserted. I sighed and began to turn away from the window and as I did I thought I saw a movement, almost out of sight, by the corner of the house.
I stared down at where I thought it was but there was nothing.