The Benevent Treasure

by Patricia Wentworth

  ‘Which of you killed her?’

  Chapter Twenty-four

  Dr. Gardiner sat looking at Inspector Rock. They made a sharp contrast – Gardiner thin, dark, alert, and the Inspector a big fair man who would be massive by the time he was fifty. At present he was a likeable thirty-six with a pleasant blue eye and a humorous mouth. They were in the study, and somehow they made it seem crowded. Too many pictures on the walls, too much china, too many nicknacks. Gardiner said,

  ‘Well, I can only go on saying what I have said all along. If she fell down the stairs and was killed, then someone arranged the body in the position in which we found it. The back of her head – well, you saw it for yourself – completely crushed. But she was found lying on her face, and everyone swears they didn’t turn her over. And why should they? The other way round and there would have been some sense in it. If you find a woman lying on her face, you might turn her over, but if she’s lying on her back, why should you? No sense in it at all.’

  He had pulled a chair sideways to one of the windows and sat there, one knee over the other – Rock conventionally at Miss Olivia’s writing-table, but with his chair slewed about to face the doctor. He made one of those non-committal sounds, and Gardiner went on.

  ‘I won’t dogmatise about the time she died. Your man will be able to tell you more about that after the post-mortem, but if Burdon and Miss Sayle and the maid are all telling the truth about when they found her, then they couldn’t have had any hand in arranging the position. To have been done with any chance of deceiving anyone it must have been done soon. It wasn’t much after half past seven when they rang me, and I was here by ten minutes after eight, and she had certainly been dead a good many hours then. As you know, I rang you up at once, and here we are. I take it the rest of your gang will be along at any time. You won’t want me any more.’

  ‘I thought you might stay until Black gets here. I thought he might like to see you.’

  Gardiner’s shoulder lifted.

  ‘Nothing I can do,’ he said.

  ‘Well, you were the first on the spot. I was going to ask you what you thought of it all.’

  The shoulder jerked again.

  ‘Not my business.’

  ‘Oh, just for my own private consideration and strictly off the record.’

  Gardiner had a twisted smile for that.

  ‘Oh, well, plenty of animus knocking about. Miss Olivia very determined about someone having killed her sister. Miss Sayle very quiet and shocked. Burdon a good deal distressed. And the maid Anna as temperamental as they come. She’s been with them for forty years, so I suppose she has a right to be upset. The butler is her husband – a whole lot younger, and not so long in their service – a mere fifteen or twenty years. He appears to be normally affected. That’s the best I can do.’

  ‘No one else in the house?’

  ‘Not living in. The daily woman showed up and had hysterics. She comes out from Retley.’

  He had got to his feet and was stretching, when the door opened and Olivia Benevent came in. She was now fully dressed in the black buttoned-up garment which was her usual morning wear, only instead of the grey and mauve coatee which she had worn yesterday she had thrown about her shoulders a plain black shawl. The whole effect was that of the deepest mourning. Dr. Gardiner had the ironic thought that whatever happened, women must still be thinking of their clothes.

  She came up to her writing-table in a very composed manner and addressed the Superintendent with chill formality.

  ‘May I enquire how long you intend to leave my sister’s body lying on the floor in the hall?’

  The Inspector rose to his feet.

  ‘I am very sorry, Miss Benevent, but you yourself have suggested that this may be a case of murder. It is my duty to see that nothing is moved until measurements and photographs have been taken. The necessary apparatus is on its way. If you will retire to your own sitting-room, I will let you know as soon as we have finished.’

  She stood there without moving.

  ‘And when do you propose to arrest the person who killed my sister?’

  ‘Miss Benevent – ’

  ‘Do you need me to tell you who it was? There is only one person who had any interest in her death, her great-niece Candida Sayle – a girl whom we invited here in the kindness of our hearts, a girl who had been left penniless, but who now inherits Underhill and everything that belonged to my sister. Perhaps you did not know that.’

  ‘Miss Benevent – ’

  She interrupted him in the same cold manner as before.

  ‘I assure you that that is the case. You may, if you please refer to our solicitor, Mr. Tampling, for corroboration. So you see, there is quite a strong motive.’

  ‘This is a very serious accusation. Have you any evidence to support it?’

  ‘There is the motive.’

  ‘Is there any evidence?’

  She pressed her lips together for a moment, and then said,

  ‘We were at a reception at the Deanery the night before last. Candida made herself conspicuous with a young man of whom we do not approve. On our return home she went upstairs with my sister, accompanying her to the door of her room. It is possible that my sister reproved her for her conduct – I do not know. But as I came up behind then I was aware that there was something wrong – my sister seemed to be much distressed. When she had gone into her room I spoke to Candida. I told her that her aunt was not strong and must not be upset. She said, “What does it matter when you are as old as that? She will die soon anyhow.” ’

  ‘She used those words? You are certain?’

  ‘I am perfectly certain.’

  ‘They were spoken in anger?’

  ‘They were spoken coolly, impudently – and I struck her.’

  He made no comment. Perhaps that stung her. She tapped with her foot.

  ‘No doubt she will tell you about it herself, but you need not suppose that she will tell you the truth. You can ask Anna. My sister had rung for her, and she was coming along the passage. I do not know how much she heard, but she saw what I was provoked into doing. I am not accustomed to having my word doubted, but in a case of murder I understand that the testimony of a second person is desirable. Anna is such a person.’

  ‘Certainly. But I would ask you again what reason you have to suppose that your sister was murdered.’

  She stood there straight and motionless, the black shawl falling almost to her feet.

  ‘My sister was greatly fatigued – she went up early. Anna left her in bed. Why should she have got up again. She would not have done so unless she had been persuaded, and who was there to persuade her except that girl? I know that she had already tried to see my sister, because I heard a sound in the passage and I opened my door. Candida was about to enter my sister’s room. Anna can confirm this if she chooses. She was there, but Candida seems to have bewitched her – she may not tell the truth. I have not discussed the matter with her. When I said that my sister was not to be disturbed, they went away. Do you think it surprising if I believe that Candida came back later? I do not know how she persuaded my sister to leave her room, but it is clear that she was persuaded, and that when she came to the head of the stairs she was pushed. She was in frail health, and it would not have been difficult. That is all I have to say.’ She turned round and walked out of the room.

  Dr. Gardiner whistled.

  ‘And where do we go from here?’ he said.

  Since it was just then that the police surgeon, the photographer, and other police reinforcements arrived, Rock had no occasion to reply. There is a routine that waits on violent death. Photographs and fingerprints must be taken before the body can be moved or decent privacy be accorded it. A postmortem lies ahead. It was some time before Rock was at leisure for an interview. He had in a young detective to take shorthand notes and sent for Anna.

  The resulting interview was both confused and confusing. Anna had had time to weep herself stupid. Yes, she remembered the ladies co
ming back from the Deanery party. Her poor Miss Cara had gone upstairs with Miss Candida. Miss Olivia came up afterwards. No, she didn’t see them come home, she didn’t see them go up. She came when the bell rang from Miss Cara’s room.

  ‘When you came along the passage, what did you see?’

  ‘Nothing – nothing. Why should there be anything to see?’

  ‘Miss Olivia says there was. She says that she struck Miss Sayle. She says you must have seen it.’

  Anna gave a convulsive sob.

  ‘Why does she say that? It is better that we all forget!’

  ‘But she did strike her?’

  Anna threw up her hands.

  ‘She has a quick temper. She has struck me before now. If anything is said about Miss Cara, she cannot bear it.’

  ‘Something was said about Miss Cara?’

  ‘Yes – yes! She will not bear it – ever!’

  ‘Miss Sayle said something about Miss Cara. What did she say?’

  ‘It was something about her being ill.’

  ‘Was there anything said about her dying?’

  Anna cried out.

  ‘Oh, no, no – I do not know – I do not know! If one is ill one can always die! And she will not bear it – that is the thing she will not bear! No one must say that Miss Cara is ill, that she is tired, that she is old – no one may say it ever!’

  ‘Did Miss Sayle say that she was old?’

  Anna looked at him in a bewildered way.

  ‘How do I know?’

  ‘Did you hear her say it?’

  ‘I do not know what I heard. It was all so quick, and Miss Olivia was angry.’

  ‘Did you hear Miss Sayle say that Miss Cara was old and would die soon?’

  Anna put her hands over her face.

  ‘No – no – no! I tell you I do not know what they say! When Miss Olivia is like that I shake all over! Yes, after forty years!’ Her hands dropped. She looked at him with streaming eyes. ‘Miss Candida says something about Miss Cara – that she is ill, she is tired – I do not know what! And Miss Olivia strikes her in the face!’

  Try as he would, he got no more from her than that.

  When he came to the previous evening, she was still very much agitated, but not nearly so confused. Miss Cara would not settle down. She was tired, she wept. Anna went to fetch Miss Candida.

  ‘Why?’

  ‘Miss Cara loves her. I think it will comfort her if Miss Candida comes to say good night. But Miss Olivia is angry. She sends us away, and she locks the door.’

  ‘She locked Miss Cara’s door?’

  Anna nodded vigorously.

  ‘There is a bathroom between their two rooms. She locks Miss Cara’s door and she goes through into her own room.’

  ‘And after that did you go back to Miss Cara at all?’

  ‘No – no – I do not see her again – until this morning – and she is dead!’

  He picked up a pencil and balanced it.

  ‘Yes, you found her, didn’t you? Tell me about it.’

  He had had it all poured out to him when he came, but he wanted to hear it again. A tale repeated word for word could suggest that it had been learned by heart, yet sometimes that was how an uneducated witness would repeat it. On the other hand, a frightened woman telling lies could easily forget just what lies she had told and slip into a revealing difference.

  Anna’s tale remained as she had sobbed it out over Miss Cara’s body.

  ‘I come to wake her. It is seven o’clock. I bring with me the tray with the tea things and I go to her room. I go to her first because I want to know how she has slept. She is not in her bed, and I think perhaps she is in the bathroom. I put down the tray and I go to look, but she is not there. I listen at Miss Olivia’s door, but there is no sound. Then I think she has gone to Miss Candida, and I go back along the passage and past the stairs, and when I am there I look down into the hall and I see my Miss Cara lying there, and she is dead!’

  The tears were streaming down her face.

  ‘You went down to her?’

  She spread out her hands.

  ‘Oh, yes, yes – how can I not go down!’

  ‘Did you touch her – move her?’

  ‘I touch her hand, her cheek, and I know that she is dead! I see her poor head – oh, Dio Mio! But I do not move her – I know I must not do that! I go to fetch Miss Candida!’

  Rock said quickly,

  ‘Was Miss Cara’s door still locked this morning?’

  ‘No – no!’ Anna was emphatic.

  ‘Then she must have unlocked it herself.’

  Anna looked down into her lap.

  ‘Or Miss Olivia,’ she said.

  Chapter Twenty-five

  Candida came into the room and took a chair at the side of the writing-table. She had seen the Inspector when he arrived, but the young man with his writing-pad on his knee was new to her. They were both part of the horrid dream which had taken the place of normal everyday life. She felt giddy and a little sick. Things seemed to be a long way off. She was glad to sit down.

  The Inspector had a pleasant voice. He asked her to tell him about what had happened when they came back from the party at the Deanery. She answered with simplicity.

  ‘I went up with Aunt Cara. She was very tired. I had to help her up the stairs. When we got to her room she sat down, and I rang for Anna. She didn’t want to talk, so I went out into the passage. I thought I would wait there till I saw Anna coming, but Aunt Olivia came first. She asked what I was doing there, and I said Aunt Cara wasn’t feeling well and I was waiting for Anna. She wasn’t pleased.’ She paused, and added in a hesitating voice, ‘Then Anna came, and I went to my room.’

  Rock said, ‘Are you not leaving something out, Miss Sayle?’

  She was pale, but a momentary colour sprang up and then ebbed again.

  ‘What do you mean?’

  ‘There is some evidence of a quarrel between you and Miss Benevent outside Miss Cara’s door. I would like to have your account of what took place.’

  Candida bit her lip.

  ‘I didn’t want to speak about it. It hadn’t anything to do with – with what has happened.’

  ‘I’m afraid I must ask you to tell me about it.’

  She said in a distressed voice.

  ‘It seems so horrid – now. I was feeling worried about Aunt Cara. She was very tired, and I thought that she was ill, and that Aunt Olivia didn’t realise it. So I said what I thought, and – she was angry.’

  ‘Will you tell me just what you said?’

  ‘I don’t know – I think I said that Aunt Cara seemed so tired, and that I thought she was ill. And – oh, yes, I said that people at the Deanery party had noticed it. Aunt Olivia said they ought to mind their own business. She told me to hold my tongue – ’ Her voice faltered.

  Looking at her sharply, Rock could see the faint mark on her cheek and the line of the scratch on her chin. He spoke very directly.

  ‘That is what she said. You haven’t told me what she did. I think she did do something. Didn’t she?’

  There were tears in Candida’s eyes, deepening and darkening the blue.

  ‘She couldn’t bear to hear about Aunt Cara being ill – Anna told me afterwards.’

  ‘She struck you?’

  ‘Please – ’

  ‘Well, she did, didn’t she? She says so herself, so you needn’t mind admitting it. Now, Miss Sayle, I want to know just what you said to provoke her into doing that.’

  Candida’s head lifted a little.

  ‘I said Aunt Cara was ill.’

  ‘Did you say that she was old?’

  ‘No – no – I wouldn’t say that!’

  ‘Or that she would die, or that she would soon be dead?’

  ‘Of course not!’ Her voice rang on the words.

  ‘You are quite certain about that?’

  She used the very words that Miss Olivia had used.

  ‘I am perfectly certain.’

  He
left it there and took her through the previous evening. Her story fitted in well enough with Anna’s. She had gone to her room. Anna had come to fetch her because Miss Cara was unhappy, but Miss Olivia had sent them away and locked the door. When she had done, Rock said,

  ‘Was there any reason why Miss Cara should have been sad? Was something troubling her?’

  Candida hesitated. How much had one to tell?

  He said quickly, ‘Was she upset about the quarrel between you and Miss Olivia?’

  ‘There wasn’t any quarrel.’

  ‘Really, Miss Sayle – when she had struck you in the face only the evening before!’

  She had an impulse to be frank.

  ‘I know. But there wasn’t any quarrel. Anna told me Aunt Olivia would never mention it again, and she didn’t. We met in the morning as if nothing had happened. Derek and I were together when she came down. She kissed us both. And I’m sure Aunt Cara never knew anything about it at all.’

  ‘Then what reason had she for being unhappy?’

  It was better to tell him than to have him imagining things. She said,

  ‘There was someone who used to be their secretary before Derek Burdon. They were very fond of him. He went off suddenly about three years ago.’

  Rock nodded.

  ‘Thompson,’ he said, ‘Alan Thompson. There was a lot of talk about it when I first came here.’

  ‘He is supposed to have gone off with a diamond brooch and a good deal of money. Aunt Cara cared for him a lot, and it nearly broke her heart. She was ill, and Aunt Olivia took her away. When the same time of year comes round it all comes back to her. She came into my room the other night and told me about it. That is why she was sad. Anna thought she would like it if I just went in to see her and say good night.’

  ‘You were on affectionate terms with her?’

  Candida said,

  ‘I was very fond of her.’

  Chapter Twenty-six

  Inspector Rock made his report to the Chief Constable.

  ‘On the face of it, sir, it doesn’t look like an accident. To start with – the position of the body, which is shown very clearly in the photographs. She couldn’t possibly have fallen in the position in which she was found, and the position in which she was found doesn’t account for the fractured skull. We ought to know a bit more after the post-mortem, but I think it’s clear enough that she didn’t just fall down those stairs. Miss Olivia Benevent is very bitter against Miss Sayle. She accuses her of murdering Miss Cara in order to succeed to the property.’