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I'm not sure he didn't think they might kidnap me if I went too near." She turned to me with a bright smile as she added, "Could they keep me, Mr. Melhuish; shut me up or something?" On a charge of abduction, you know." "They could make it pretty nasty for us all round, in fact," Brenda concluded. "I'm afraid they could," I agreed. She was looking extraordinarily pretty.
Foxton, general practitioner, who held undisputed sway in the district, told how he had conducted an autopsy on the body of the deceased. He found a deep, incised wound on the back of the skull, a wound which would have caused death in any event. The instrument used must have been a heavy and blunt one. Miss Melhuish was dead or dying when thrown into the river.
Then I have one witness who will help to dispel that stupid policeman's notion that I killed Miss Melhuish, and hid her body in the river at the foot of the lawn, hid it with such care that the first passerby must find it." Every human being has three distinct personalities.
Fortunately she gave me no time to display the awkwardness of my surprise. She came straight at me, talking from the instant she entered the door. "Discussing the crops already?" she said. "You must forgive us, Mr. Melhuish, for being so interested in the weather. When one's fortune depends upon it, one naturally thinks of little else."
I was on the point of accepting the hint when Frank Jervaise dragged me into the conclave. "What do you think, Melhuish?" he asked, and then they all turned to me as if I might be able in some miraculous way to save the situation. Even old Jervaise paused in his melancholy pacing and waited for my answer.
It was one of her chief weaknesses to wish to be liked adored, perhaps, is the better word by her servants and she generally accomplished it. But the price of Yerkes's affections was too high. "It seems to me that we have only just finished luncheon, not to speak of tea," she said, looking in dismay at the menu before her. "Phil, do you wish to see me return home like Mrs. Melhuish?"
He was both an idealist and a stubborn fighter, and ideality had been shattered for many a day by that grewsome object hauled in that morning from the depths of the river. "I am willing to help in any shape or form, but can only repeat that Miss Melhuish and I parted as described. I should add that I have never, to my knowledge, met her husband." "He may be dead." "Possibly.
"Good luck to you, sir," he said, "but take no offense don't marry an actress. There's an old adage, 'Birds of a feather flock together. I would go farther, and interpolate the word 'should. If Adelaide Melhuish had never met me, but had married the man who could write her plays, this tragedy in real life would never have been." "D n him," muttered Elkin fiercely. "He's done for now, anyhow.
We haven't a solitary witness. Hardly a night but he goes home at 9.30. If only he had killed Grant! But Adelaide Melhuish!" In sheer despair he struck a match. "Well, let's overhaul these duds," said Furneaux savagely. "I'll chance the dinner hour for the return visit. Steynholme folk eat at half past twelve to the tick, and you can hardly get up another horse show."
He looked to me, indeed, absurdly unchanged by the sixteen years that had separated the two experiences. "You know, Melhuish," he said; "I'm not altogether blaming Brenda in one way." "Do you think she's really in love with Banks?" I asked. "I don't know," he said. "How can any one know? But it has been going on a long time weeks, anyhow. They were all getting nervous about it at home.
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