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we’d got about half-way d-down she started screaming. I hadn’t looked at either of those two. I just heard the scream and jumped like hell and sort of automatically shoved down the stop button. So we stopped. We were nearly down. Just below the first floor.’

      ‘Yes?’

      ‘Well, of course, I turned round. I didn’t see Uncle G. She was between us, with her b-back to me, yelling in a disgusting sort of way. It was b-beastly. As sudden as a train whistle. I’ve always hated t-train whistles. She moved away a bit and I l-looked and s-saw him.’

      ‘What did you see?’

      ‘You know what it was.’

      ‘Not exactly. I should like an exact description.’

      Stephen moistened his lips and passed his fingers across his face. ‘Well,’ he said, ‘he was sitting there. I remember now that there was a dent in his hat. She had hold of him and she sort of sh-shook him and he s-sort of t-tipped forward. His head was between his knees and his hat fell off. Then she pulled him up. And then I s-saw.’

      ‘What did you see? I’m sorry,’ said Alleyn, ‘but it really is important and Lady Wutherwood’s description was not very clear. I want a clear picture.’

      ‘I wish,’ said Stephen violently, ‘that I hadn’t got one. I c-can’t – Col., tell him I c-can’t – it was t-too beastly.’

      ‘Do you know,’ said Alleyn. ‘I think there’s something in the theory that it’s a mistake to bury a very bad experience. The Ancient Mariner’s idea was a sound one. In describing something unpleasant you get rid of part of its unpleasantness.’

      ‘Unp-pleasant! My God, the skewer was jutting out of his eye and blood running down his face into his mouth. He made noises like an animal.’

      ‘Was there any other injury to his face?’ Alleyn asked.

      Stephen hid his own face in his hands. His voice was muffled. ‘Yes. The side of his head. Something. I saw that when – I saw it!’ His fingers moved to his own temple. ‘There.’

      ‘Yes. What did you do?’

      ‘I had my hand near the thing – the switchboard – you k-know. I must have p-pushed the top b-button. I don’t think I did it on purpose. I d-don’t know. We went up. She was screaming. When I opened the d-doors she sort of fell out. That’s all.’ Stephen gripped the edge of the table and for the first time looked steadily at Alleyn. ‘I’m sorry I’m not clearer,’ he said. ‘I don’t know why I’m like this. I’ve been all right t-till now. I even sort of wondered why I was so all right.’

      ‘Shock,’ said Alleyn, ‘seems to have a period of incubation with some people. Now, as you went down in the lift you faced the switchboard?’

      ‘Yes.’

      ‘All the time?’

      ‘Yes.’

      ‘Did you hear any sort of movement behind you?’

      ‘I d-don’t remember hearing anything at all. It’s not long, is it?’

      ‘It’s precisely thirty seconds to the bottom,’ said Alleyn. ‘You didn’t go all the way. Did you hear any sort of thud?’

      ‘If I did, I don’t remember it.’

      ‘All right. To go back a little. While your father interviewed Lord Wutherwood, you were all in here, lying on the carpet in that corner.’

      Stephen and Colin exchanged a glance. Colin silently framed the word ‘Patch’ with his lips.

      ‘No,’ said Alleyn. ‘Lady Patricia only told us you lay on the floor. She said it was a kind of game. We noticed it took place in that corner where a door has been boarded up. There’s a trace of lipstick on the carpet close to the crack under the door and a bit of boot polish further out. It’s difficult to avoid the presumption that your game involved listening to the conversation next door.’

      ‘I say,’ said Stephen suddenly, ‘do you speak French? Yes, I suppose you do. Yes, of course you do.’

      ‘Shut up,’ said Colin.

      ‘I haven’t been lying on the carpet,’ said Alleyn. ‘And Mr Fox only stayed there long enough to catch a phrase, spoken I think, by you. “Taisez-vous donc!”’

      ‘He’s always saying it,’ Stephen muttered gloomily. ‘In English or in French.’

      ‘And a fat lot of notice you take,’ Colin pointed out. ‘If you’d only –’

      ‘We won’t go into that,’ said Alleyn. ‘Now, when this unusual game was ended, and after your brother Michael had come in, you two, with your elder brother went into the drawing-room, while your sisters went into flat 26. Did you go together and directly into the drawing-room?’

      There was a moment’s silence before Colin answered. ‘Yes. We all went out together. The girls went first.’

      ‘Henry just had a little snoop d-down the passage.’

      ‘In which direction?’

      ‘Towards the hall. He was only a second or two. He came into the d-drawing-room just after we did.’

      ‘And did you all stay in the drawing-room until Lady Charles came?’

      ‘Yes,’ said the twins together.

      ‘I see. That pretty well covers the ground. One more question and I think I may put it to both of you. You’ll understand that we wouldn’t ask it unless we felt that it was entirely relevant. What impression did you get of Lady Wutherwood during the afternoon?’

      ‘Mad,’ said the twins together.

      ‘In the strict sense of the word?’

      ‘Yes,’ said Colin. ‘We all thought so. Mad.’

      ‘I see,’ said Alleyn again. ‘That’s all, I think. Thank you.’

      II

      When the twins reappeared in the drawing-room Roberta thought they had a slightly attenuated and shivery air, rather as if they had been efficiently purged by Nanny. They looked coldly at the rest of their family, walked to the sofa and collapsed on it.

      ‘Well,’ said Colin after a long silence, ‘I see no reason why we should not announce in anything but plain English the fact that the gaffe is blown, the cat out of the bag, and the balloon burst.’

      ‘What do you mean?’ cried Charlot. ‘You didn’t –?’

      ‘No Mama, we didn’t tell him because he already knew,’ said Stephen. ‘I was the l-liftman. I did it with my little button.’

      ‘I told you so,’ Frid observed. ‘I told you that you’d never get away with it.’

      Stephen looked icily at her. ‘Is it possible,’ he said, ‘that any sister of mine can utter that detestable, that imbecilic phrase? Yes, Frid dear, you told us so.’

      ‘But, Stephen,’ said Charlot in a voice so unlike her own that Roberta wondered for a second who had spoken. ‘Stephen, he doesn’t think – you – Stephen?’

      ‘It’s all right, Mum,’ said Colin, ‘I don’t see how he could.’

      ‘Of course not,’ said Lord Charles loudly. ‘My dear girl, you’re so upset and tired you don’t know what you’re saying. The police are not fools, Immy. You’ve nothing to upset yourself about. Go to bed, my dear.’ And he added without great conviction, an ancient phrase of comfort. ‘Things will seem better in the morning,’ said Lord Charles.

      ‘How can they?’ asked Charlot.

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