Case for Sergeant Beef (18 page)

‘What did you talk about?'

‘Family business.'

‘Was Mrs Wilks there?'

‘No. She left us together. Well, it was private.'

‘What time were you there till?'

‘Last bus for Ashley.'

‘You went straight from that house to the bus station?'

‘Yes.'

‘And came straight home?'

‘Yes.'

‘Never went up the path at all?'

‘Certainly not. And just as well I didn't with a dead corpse lying there all the time.'

‘Did you have anything to say to your daughter about your husband?'

‘My husband? I told you he left me nearly twenty years ago.'

‘You told me a lot of things. And some of them were lies.'

‘My daughter thinks he's dead.'

‘And is he?'

‘I don't know and I don't care.'

Mrs Pluck was breathing heavily. I thought that my theory was being confirmed.

‘Where did you say you married him?'

‘I didn't say and I'm not going to say. It's my affair and no one else's. I don't know why you want to keep on at me about things that are nothing to do with you. You're supposed to be finding out who murdered Shoulter.'

‘And that,' said Beef triumphantly, ‘is exactly what I am doing.'

‘Not by asking me questions, you're not. I had nothing to do with it.'

‘What's your daughter's address?'

‘Never you mind.'

‘That's silly, Mrs Pluck. We can find out easily enough.'

‘You find out then. Only don't you start dragging her into this else you'll have her husband after you and he was a sergeant-major in the Commandos.'

‘Have to chance that,' said Beef. ‘So you won't tell me straight instead of having a lot of police inquiries made round her home?'

‘The police would never do such a thing. Besides, Mr Chickle says it's Flipp they suspect and may arrest any minute.
They
won't pester me or her with a lot of silly questions.'

Beef stood up.

‘Well, if you won't tell me you won't. But it won't take me long to find out.'

As we were walking home I asked him whether that wasn't rather an idle boast and pressed him to tell me how in fact he meant to discover it.

‘Easy. We'll go and see Mrs Wilks now. Ten to one she's never thought to warn her.'

It took us some minutes after returning to Barnford to find out which was Mrs Wilks's cottage, but when we knocked on its door it was opened by a little, neat, smiling woman whom I mentally described as a nice old body.

‘Excuse me,' said Beef amiably. ‘Is Mrs Pluck's daughter here?'

‘Mrs Muckroyd? Not to-night. She'll be over in a day or two, I expect. She always looks in here when she comes to see her Ma. Was it urgent?'

‘Not extra. I shall be over her way to-morrow, so I can see her then. I can get there by bus, can't I?'

Mrs Wilks smiled cheerfully and I felt rather ashamed to take advantage of her trusting good nature.

‘Yes. Change at Ashley. You'll find her home right in the village of Pitley. Get down at the post office. It's nothing wrong, I hope?'

‘Nothing at all. I'm a friend of Mrs Pluck's, see? Have you known her long?'

‘Only since she came here. Must be eight or nine months.'

‘Well, I'm much obliged to you. I'll say good night.'

As we returned to the Crown, Beef chuckled.

‘There you are. Told you it would be easy. Now it's time for a drop of pig's ear.'

‘It always is,' I said bitterly.

‘You're right there,' Beef retorted.

S.B.—5
*

‘A
NYBODY
would think we were commercial travellers or employed on finding out people's opinions for a Gallup Poll,' I said next day as we reached the village of Pitley. ‘We seem to do nothing but knock on people's doors and ask questions.'

‘We've got to find out the truth,' said Beef. ‘People won't tell you things unless you ask. Besides, you ought to be pleased with this one. It's the first young lady we've had in this case.'

‘Young married woman,' I pointed out.

‘And that takes away all the glamour, does it?'

But I must say it didn't. When Mrs Muckroyd opened the door to us I caught my breath and wondered how she could be the daughter of the grim Mrs Pluck. She looked only about nineteen and was, if I may use the word, dainty in the extreme. The pale winter sun caught her fair hair and her eyes were blue and gay. She was smiling and would I think have been friendly and pleasant if Beef had not put his foot in it and announced in his coarse and brutal way that he had ‘come about the murder'.

Her face changed in a moment. She looked startled, as well she might.

‘What?' she cried.

‘The murder over at Barnford.'

Her reaction this time was instantaneous.

‘Jim!' she called.

Jim Muckroyd who emerged from an inner room was six foot four of solid Yorkshire manhood. I could well believe he had been a sergeant-major in the Commandos.

‘What is it?' he asked.

‘They… you tell him…' she gasped to Beef.

Beef stood his ground.

‘Morning, Sergeant-major,' he said. ‘I'm investigating the death of a man named Shoulter over at Barnford, and there's a little information Mrs Muckroyd could help us with.'

I think all of us became aware at this point that a head was over the garden wall to our left and the door to our right had opened suspiciously.

‘Better come in,' said Jim Muckroyd, and we trooped into a warm little kitchen. On the table were the remains of the young couple's midday meal. There was a chair for each of us. Beef began talking.

‘Thought I'd better tell you straight out what we wanted. No good pretending that we'd come to sell something and get into conversation that way. It's like this. I'm not the police. I've retired from that. Private investigator, see? Working for Miss Shoulter. And trying to find out who killed her brother.'

‘What can we tell you?' asked Jim Muckroyd. ‘I wasn't even here. Only got released three days ago.'

‘Ah. But you see Mrs Muckroyd was over there that night. Seeing her mother.'

‘That's right,' said the girl, who seemed to have recovered. ‘Mum wrote to me to come over. She wanted to see me particular.'

‘What time did you meet her?'

‘About seven.'

‘Half a minute,' said Muckroyd. ‘Let's get this straight. Is my wife's mother suspected of having anything to do with this murder?'

Beef coughed.

‘Well, it's like this,' he said. ‘Mrs Pluck can't make up her mind to speak out straight. I won't say she's suspected and I won't say she's not. But when anyone won't talk out, and tells you things that turn out not to be true, you've got to follow up and find out the real facts. The best service you can do her is to tell me the gospel.'

Jim Muckroyd and Beef stared at one another for a few moments, then the Yorkshireman seemed to make up his mind to trust Beef.

‘Tell him what you know, lass,' he said shortly to his wife.

‘But I don't know anything! And you ought to be ashamed of yourself thinking bad about my mother. She's one of the best. What she's done for me you'd not believe-bringing me up and everything. And she's so kind-hearted she wouldn't hurt a fly, I
know
she couldn't have had anything to do with it.'

‘Then if you'll speak out we'll soon get her clear. Now what was this urgent business she wanted to see you about on Christmas Eve?'

The girl's voice was so low that I scarcely caught her words.

‘It was money,' she said, ‘She needed some money.'

‘Ah. Were you surprised? Or has she ever wanted money before?'

‘Never. I was terribly surprised. Mum doesn't drink and doesn't spend anything on herself. And she's got a good job. She wouldn't tell me what it was for, either. I could see she was ever so worried. I asked her if she'd been gambling, and she said of course not. I couldn't get the truth out of her. It was something she didn't mean me to know. All she'd say was that it was for the sake of my happiness and she had to have ten pounds at once.'

‘And did you give it to her?'

‘Not at once. Jim was still away. I had to draw it out of the Post Office, but I sent it over a few days later. Then a funny thing happened. It came back by return of post. She said she did not need it now. Things had changed.'

‘She seemed worried that night?'

‘Ever so worried. Not herself a bit. I could see something was wrong.'

‘What sort of thing?'

‘Something big. Mum isn't one to get worried. I'd never seen her like that before.'

‘Anything to do with her job?'

‘I don't think so. She seemed to like that all right. She laughed a bit about the old fellow she worked for. But he
treated her all right and she never said a word against him. No, it was something else,
_;
I think. She's had a hard life, you know. Father dying when I was a baby and that.'

‘Do you happen to know, Mrs Muckroyd, where your mother met your father and where they were married?'

Mrs Muckroyd seemed surprised.

‘Why, at her home at Pittenden, I suppose. Mum's father was a farmer there. I always understood from her that she'd married while she was still at home. Why?'

‘Because I think I can find out what was on your mother's mind. Now you say you met her at seven?'

‘Yes. She was standing waiting outside the post office when the bus came in. We went round to Mrs Wilks's and sat there talking. Then I left her to catch the last bus at ten o'clock.'

‘Other times you've met her lately she's seemed herself, has she?'

‘Well … yes. But soon after she started to work for this Mr Chickle there was something that upset her. Then she seemed to get over that. I wish you
could
find out what it's all about.'

I did not speak, but I thought I knew. When she had taken the job at ‘Labour's End' she had heard the name Shoulter as one of Mr Chickle's neighbours, and then she had learnt that Miss Shoulter had a ne'er-do-well brother and realized that it was none other than the husband who had deserted her many years before. But her state of mind on Christmas Eve had been caused by the fact that Shoulter had found her out and was demanding money, threatening to go over and see her daughter and tell her who he was if Mrs Pluck did not give him what he asked. The woman obviously loved her daughter and would do anything to shield her. The question was, had she gone to the length of murder? No one knowing Mrs Pluck could doubt that she was capable of it. I looked at the pretty, rather distressed girl and hoped that this would turn out not to be the truth.

Suddenly, as we sat there, the front door could be heard opening and in a moment the kitchen door too. Mrs Pluck
was standing there, a really horrified expression on her gaunt face.

‘Oh! They've got here! You haven't told them anything, Mabs?'

‘Why, Mum, whatever's the matter?' cried Mrs Muckroyd, running to her.

Mrs Pluck was sobbing.

‘I
knew
they'd come and question you. I
knew
they would. What have you told them?'

‘Why, nothing, Mum. There was nothing
to
tell. Only about my meeting you that night and your being worried lately.'

Jim Muckroyd told her to sit down.

‘Far best speak out,' he said. ‘You've got nowt to hide.'

‘You don't know. You don't understand.' She turned to Beef. ‘I
told
you I never had anything to do with the murder. It was as much a shock to me as anyone. Why can't you leave us alone?'

‘You place us in an embarrassing situation, Mrs Pluck,' I volunteered, since I could see that the situation was one which called for tact. ‘It is our business to find out the whole truth of this. You did mislead us at first.'

‘Only because I didn't tell you I'd met Mabel that night. I didn't want her dragged into it.'

‘Still, you will admit that it was most misleading. Sergeant Beef and I have had to go to a great deal of trouble to find out the truth. And even now you won't tell us what is worrying you.'

‘I haven't said anything's worrying me, have I?'

‘You know there is something,' put in her daughter.

Mrs Pluck put away her handkerchief and turned with an angry look to Beef.

‘I'll tell you what is worrying me,' she said. ‘All this nosing and prying into the private business of folks that is nothing to do with anyone except themselves. Call yourself a detective and go and tell poor Emma Wilks you're a friend of mine to get Mabel's address then come over here startling the life out of her about a murder she doesn't know
anything about. It's right down mean and cunning, and if there's any way I can have the Law on you I will.'

Beef looked rather sheepish, but help came from an unexpected quarter. Jim. Muckroyd seemed to have the old-fashioned notion that men should stand together under feminine assault and had sensed that Beef meant no harm to him or his wife. He rallied with a quiet interpolation.

Take it easy, ma,' he said. ‘They've got their job to do like everyone else, and you did lead ‘em up the garden. Now what is it you want to know from her?'

There was a very tense silence.

‘I want to know the name of her first husband,' announced Beef solemnly. Jim Muckroyd blinked.

‘And you'll go so far as to say that the name of my mother-in-law's first husband has something to do with finding out who did this murder?'

‘Sergeant Beef never asks questions out of mere curiosity,' I put in loyally.

‘I'll go so far as to say that it might have,' said Beef.