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First he locked the front door and the garden door and pocketed the keys. Then he locked the drawing-room on the passage side and pocketed that key. He instructed Inspector Keeble to remain in the hall at the foot of the stairs. He next went into the kitchen and the sculleries and locked the outer doors in that quarter. Then he descended to the cellars, with Audrey always in his wake.
Bishop Jewel had complained to Queen Elizabeth of the alarming increase of witches and sorcerers. Sir Thomas Browne had pronounced it flat atheism to doubt them. High legal and judicial authorities, as Dalton, Keeble, Sir Matthew Hale, had described this crime as definitely and seriously as any other.
He ain't slept in the village, that I do know, but he's about again this morning." "Well," said Audrey with impatience. "Why don't you tell Inspector Keeble? Or have you quarrelled with Inspector Keeble again?" "It's not that as would ha' stopped me from acquainting Inspector Keeble with the circumstances if I thought it my duty so to do," replied Aguilar.
Moreover, with Inspector Keeble present, she could not successfully have gone very far from the truth. It was a pity that Madame Piriac had witnessed the scene, for really, when Audrey came to face it, the deception which she had practised upon Madame Piriac was of a monstrous and inexcusable kind.
The continuing presence of Miss Ingate, who had lost one glove and her purse, rendered this brief conversation somewhat artificial. And no sooner had Miss Ingate got away by the window, for the sake of dispatch than a bell made itself heard, and Aguilar came back to the drawing-room in the rôle of butler. "Inspector Keeble and a gentleman to see you, madam." "Bring them in," said Audrey.
It was a handcart, pushed by a labourer and by Police Inspector Keeble, whom she liked. Following the handcart over the brow came a loose procession of villagers, which included no children, because the children were in school.
Inspector Keeble, an overgrown mass of rectitude and kindliness, greeted Audrey with that constraint which always afflicted him when he was beneath any roof more splendid than that of his own police-station. "Now, Aguilar," said the detective, "it's you that'll be telling me. Ye've got a woman concealed in the house. Where is she?" He knew, then, this ferreting and divinatory Irishman!
But I know you can't do anything-without a paper. Otherwise any bright young-man might walk into my house and tell me he meant to search it. Keeble, I'm really surprised at you." Inspector Keeble blushed. "I'm very sorry, miss," said he contritely. "But the law's the law. Show the lady your search-warrant, Mr. Hurley." His voice resembled himself. Mr. Hurley coughed.
Aguilar replied coldly, not to Audrey, but to the police: "If Inspector Keeble or anybody else has been mixing my name up with any scandal about females, I'll have him up for slander and libel and damages as sure as I stand here." Inspector Keeble looked away, and then looked at the detective as if for support in peril.
"Well, I hope you were satisfied." "I only want to know one thing," the detective retorted. "Am I speaking to Mrs. Olivia Moncreiff?" Audrey hesitated, glancing at Madame Piriac, who, in company with the vast Inspector Keeble, was carefully inspecting the floor. She invoked wisdom and sagacity from heaven, and came to a decision. "Not that I know of," she answered.
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