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The staircase went up in broad, low steps along the right-hand wall, and, turning to the left, led you along a gallery, which ran across the width of the hall, to your bedroom. That is, if you were going to stay the night. Mr. Robert Ablett's intentions in this matter were as yet unknown. As Audrey came across the hall she gave a little start as she saw Mr.
The Red House is about a mile from here Mr. Ablett's." Antony took a letter from his pocket. It was addressed from "The Red House, Stanton," and signed "Bill." "Good old Bill," he murmured to himself. "He's getting on." Antony had met Bill Beverley two years before in a tobacconist's shop. Gillingham was on one side of the counter and Mr. Beverley on the other.
As if that mattered, when " She broke off, and Antony finished her sentence for her. "The Red House is certainly charming," he said. "Charming. Quite charming. And it is not as if Mr. Ablett's appearance were in any way undistinguished. Quite the contrary. I'm sure you agree with me?" Antony said that he had never had the pleasure of seeing Mr. Ablett. "Yes.
It was the hour when even those whose business it is to attend to the wants of others have a moment or two for themselves. In the housekeeper's room Audrey Stevens, the pretty parlour-maid, re-trimmed her best hat, and talked idly to her aunt, the cook-housekeeper of Mr. Mark Ablett's bachelor home. "For Joe?" said Mrs. Stevens placidly, her eye on the hat. Audrey nodded.
Ablett I saw at the station? So then we talked it over and decided that I ought to come and tell Inspector Birch. It was just Mr. Ablett's height, sir." Antony went on with his thoughts.... The Coroner was summing up. The jury, he said, had now heard all the evidence and would have to decide what had happened in that room between the two brothers. How had the deceased met his death?
I'm afraid I've got some bad news." Bill, rather sobered by this, introduced him. The Major and Mrs. Calladine were on the near side of the car, and Antony spoke to them in a low voice. "I'm afraid I'm going to give you rather a shock," he said. "Robert Ablett, Mr. Mark Ablett's brother, has been killed." He jerked a thumb over his shoulder. "In the house." "Good God!" said the Major.
Then as the car drew up, Bill, who was in front with the chauffeur, jumped down and greeted him eagerly. "Hallo, you madman, have you come to stay, or what?" He had a sudden idea. "Don't say you're Mark Ablett's long-lost brother from Australia, though I could quite believe it of you." He laughed boyishly. "Hallo, Bill," said Antony quietly. "Will you introduce me?
"Just your moral support, you know. It would be something." "Of course." Antony smiled back at him, and said cheerfully, "Well, then, I'll begin by suggesting that you should ring up the police." "The police? Y-yes." He looked doubtfully at the other. "I suppose " Antony spoke frankly. "Now, look here, Mr. er " "Cayley. I'm Mark Ablett's cousin. I live with him." "My name's Gillingham.
Within two minutes of Mark Ablett's entrance, as would be shown in the evidence, a shot was heard, and when perhaps five minutes later the room was forced open, the dead body of Robert Ablett was found stretched upon the floor.
Ablett's at home. And he gave a sort of nasty laugh again, and said, 'Fine place Mister Mark Ablett's got here. Plenty of money to spend, eh? Well, then I had another look at him, sir, because gentlemen don't talk like that, and if he was Mr. Ablett's brother but before I could make up my mind, he laughed and went on. That's all I can tell you, sir."
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