"The murderer was the last man to see her alive, my lad, and don't you lose sight of that fact! If the murderer is Poulton, I shall find myself up against something,- because he hasn't got where he is without being a very cool customer! Now we'll get along to Charles Street!"
They reached Charles Street barely five minutes before the younger Mr.. Eddleston was also set down at the house, and were received by Miss Pickhill. She informed them that her niece was closeted with the dressmaker, who had arrived that morning with the altered black frock, and was making some final adjustments to it. She said, in rather a grudging way, that she had been agreeably surprised in Miss Birtley, who had not only come to the house at the correct hour, but had been helpful in drafting the notice for The Times, and ordering mourning-cards. Of her niece's activities she said nothing, but from the prim look round her withered mouth it was to be inferred that these had not met with her approval. The sealing of the two rooms seemed still to rankle in her mind; and she said with a good deal of asperity that she would insist upon being present when the Chief Inspector searched her sister's bedroom.
Young Mr.. Eddleston was discovered to be a middleaged man with the long upper-lip that was so often to be found amongst the members of his profession. He had been bred in a firm whose chief livelihood derived from Conveyancing; he was always opposed to any form of litigation, invariably advising his clients to keep out of the Law Courts; and, as he informed Hemingway at the outset, he had never before found himself involved in criminal proceedings. He said that he had very little knowledge of his late client's affairs: he had drafted her Will; he had conducted the negotiations for the leasing of her house; but he had rarely been called upon to advise her in affairs of more moment.
"I may say," he remarked, as the seals on the door of the boudoir were broken, and they entered this apartment, "that I was very much shocked by the intelligence you conveyed to me on the telephone last night, Chief Inspector. I was never at all intimate with Mrs. Haddington, but, as I told you, I think, it so happens that I had had a telephone conversation with her that very day. Nothing of importance: just a slight question about the repairs to this house; but I had quite a little chat with her, and she seemed to be in good spirits - quite herself! How little did I think that before nightfall she would be dead!"
"Did she say anything to you about the murder of Mr.. Seaton-Carew?" asked Hemingway, moving towards the desk.
"A few words! Just a few words! She was not a woman who ever wore her heart on her sleeve, as the saying is, and naturally I forbore to question her closely."
"Naturally," Hemingway agreed. "I daresay she was a good deal upset? An old friend, I understand?"
"So I believe," said Mr.. Eddleston, gravely nodding his head. "She was disinclined to discuss the matter, but I should not have described her as upset, precisely. A very unpleasant thing to happen in one's house!"
"Was that all Mrs. Haddington felt about it?" Hemingway asked.
"No doubt," said Mr.. Eddleston, "Mrs. Haddington was distressed to have lost a friend under such tragic circumstances; but I am quite sure there was no reason for her to feel - um - any stronger emotion! Indeed, I can confidently assert that she did not feel such an emotion. We conversed together perfectly cheerfully for several minutes, first about her landlord's liabilities; then about possible marriage settlements for Miss Cynthia - poor child, this will have come as a crushing blow to her! Then Mrs. Haddington desired me to furnish her with certain information about the Marriage and Legitimacy Acts, for a friend of hers; and I think that was all - no, not quite! Mrs. Haddington wished to know what her legal position was in regard to her servants' wages, two of whom, as I understood, had threatened to leave without the customary notice given."