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Japp sighed.

'I always thought it was the little grey cells of the brain.

Don't tell me the cells of your nose are equally superior to

anyone else's.'

'No, no, calm yourself.'

'I didn't smell any cigarette smoke,' went on Japp

suspiciously.

'No more did I, my friend.'

Japp looked at him doubtfully. Then he extracted a cigarette

from his pocket.

'That's the kind Mrs Alien smoked - gaspers. Six of those

stubs were hers. The other three were Turkish.'

'Exactly.'

'Your wonderful nose knew that without looking at them, I

suppose!'

'I assure you my nose does not enter into the matter. My

nose registered nothing.'

'But the brain cells registered a lot?'

'Well - there were certain indications - do you not think so?'

Japp looked at him sideways.

'Such as?'

'Eh bt,n, there was very def'mitely something missing from

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the room. Also something added, I think... And then, on the

writing-bureau...'

'I knew it! We're coming to that damned quill pen!'

'Du tout. The quill pen plays a purely negative rtle.'

Japp retreated to safer ground.

'I've got Charles Laverton-West coming to see me at

Scotland Yard in half an hour. I thought you might like to be

aere.'

'I should very much.'

'And you'll be glad to hear we've tracked down Maior

Eustace. Got a service flat in the Cromwell Road.'

'Excellent.'

'And we've got a little to go on there. Not at all a nice person,

Major Eustace. After I've seen Laverton-West, we'll go and see

him. That suit you?'

'Perfectly.'

'Well, come along then.'

At half-past eleven, Charles Laverton-West was ushered into

Chief Inspector Japp's room. Japp rose and shook hands.

The M.P. was a man of medium height with a very definite

personality. He was clean-shaven, with the mobile mouth of

actor, and the slightly prominent eyes that so often go with

gift of oratory. He was good-looking in a quiet, well-bred way.

Though looking pale and somewhat distressed, his manner

was perfectly formal and composed.

He took a seat, laid his gloves and hat on the table and looked

towards Japp.

'I'd like to say, first of all, Mr Laverton-West, that I fully

appreciate how distressing this must be to you.'

Laverton-West waved this aside.

'Do not let us discuss my feelings. Tell me, Chief Inspector,

have you any idea what caused my - Mrs Allen to take her own

life?'

'You yourself cannot help us in any way?'

'No, indeed.'

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'There was no quarrel? No estrangement of any kind between you?'

'Nothing of the kind. It has been the greatest shock to me.'

'Perhaps it will be more understandable, sir, if I tell you that

it was not suicide - but murder!'

'Murder?' Charles Lavertun-West's eyes popped nearly out

of his head. 'You say murder?'

'Quite correct. Now, Mr Laverton-West, have you any idea

who might be likely to make away with Mrs Allen?'

Laverton-West fairly spluttered out his answer.

'No - no, indeed - nothing of the sort! The mere idea is - is unimaginable!'

'She never mentioned any enemies? Anyone who might

a grudge against her?'

'Never.'

'Did you know that she had a pistol?'

'I was not aware of the fact.'

He looked a little startled.

'Miss Plenderleith says that Mrs Allen brought this pistol

back from abroad with her some years ago.'

'Really?'

'Of course, we have only Miss Plenderleith's word for that.

It is quite possible that Mrs Allen felt herself to be in danger

from some source and kept the pistol handy for reasons of her

own?

Charles Laverton-West shook his head doubtfully. He

seemed quite bewildered and dazed.

'What is your opinion of Miss Plenderleith, Mr Laverton-West?

I mean, does she strike you as a reliable, truthful

person?'

The other pondered a minute.

'I think so - yes, I should say so.'

'You don't like her?' suggested Japp, who had been

vatching him closely.

'I wouldn't say that. She is not the type of young woman I

That sarcastic, independent type is not attractive to

me, but I should say she was quite truthful.'

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'H'm,' said Japp. 'Do you know a Major Eus:e?'

'Eustace? Eustace? Ah, yes, I remember the name. I met

him once at Barbara's - Nits Allen's. Rather a doubtful

customer in my opinion. I said as much to my - to Mrs Allen.

He Wasn't the type of man I should have encouraged to come

to the house after we were married.'

'And what did Mrs Alien say?'

'Oh! she quite agreed. She trusted my judgment implicitly.

A man knows other men better than a woman can do. She

explained that she couldn't very well be rude to a man whom

she had not seen for some time - I think she felt especially a

horror of being snobbish! Naturally, as my wife, she would fred

a good many of her old associates well - unsuitable, shall we

say?'

'Meaning that in marrying you she was bettering her

position?' Japp asked bluntly.

Laverton-West held up a we!l-manicured hand.

'No, no, not quite .that. As a matter of fact, Mrs Aller

mother was a distant relation of my own family. She was fu.

my equal in birth. But of course, in my position, I have to

especially careful in choosing my friends - and my wife

choosing hers. One is to a certain extent in the limelight.'

'Oh, quite,' said Japp dryly. He went on, 'So you can't

us in any way?'