Part 35 (1/2)

There is an entrance between my shop and the sweet-shop next door.

Thank you, Mr. Rogers.

If you do see those people, Scuttle the name is, please don't mention us in any way. We shouldn't like any unpleasantness.

I'll remember.

The owner of the cheerless second-hand furniture store beyond the pa.s.sage proved to be rather deaf. He was stupid or obstinate or both. No, he certainly didn't know which was the night of the suicide. He didn't know there had been a suicide. He never read the papers they were full of lies, anyway. Yes, he had heard the noise of the motor-bike in the pa.s.sage oftenhe wasn't as deaf as all that. He couldn't remember when he had heard it last and certainly not at what time of day. He didn't have much to do with his neighbours, and knew nothing of their goings and comings.

The sweet-shop, on the other hand, produced a tall bespectacled gentleman who would have liked to be helpful, but who closed his shop and went home every evening at six-thirty except on Sat.u.r.days, when he kept open later. He hadn't noticed young Rogers return that evening, but he suggested a call on Mrs. Scuttle next door. She had the living quarters of his shop and her windows, as we knew, overlooked the Rogers's yard. She ought to be able to tell us if anyone could.

Stute rang at her bell. There was an instant scuffle audible, and after a fight for the privilege of opening the door two very dirty little girls faced us. There was jam on their cheeks, and their clothes were stained and rather ragged.

Where's your mother? asked Stute.

In the lavortree, instantly replied the taller.

Beef gave a rather vulgar guffaw behind me, but Stute remained calm. He did not need to speak again, however, for both small girls rushed helter-skelter down the pa.s.sage shouting Mum!

Presently Mrs. Scuttle approached, her skirts clutched by several more children. She was a lean and hara.s.sed soul in her late thirties, as dirty and untidy as her children. Her dark hair looked greasy and hastily tied together. She eyed us with some alarm, a hand on the door as if ready to shut it if our business wasn't welcome.

Yes? she said.

I have come to make a few enquiries, Mrs. Scuttle, said Stute, I think you may be able to help us. I am investigating this matter of young Rogers.

Mrs. Scuttle's attention was temporarily claimed by one of the children.

Marjree! she shrieked. Leave off, can't you? Then turning to us she said, Well, you better come in. I can't stand talking here. We followed her down the pa.s.sage to a malodorous room with a kitchen range in it, before which a number of pieces of clothing were hung to dry.

I don't know what I can tell you, I'm sure. She turned aside to a small boy. 'Orriss! Will you put that down! Then to us again, What is it you want to know?

I have no idea how many children there were in that room. Sometimes, in my wilder nightmares, I think there were a dozen. There can't have been less than six. And the whole of our, interview was punctuated by her violent adjurations to them.

Oh yes. I remember the evening right enough. Well, there was good cause to, wasn't there? (Sessull! Leave 'er alone, you naughty boy. I'll get this policeman to take you away.) Yes, I 'eard 'is motor-bike come in. I said to my 'usband next morning when we 'eard what'o 'appened that I 'eard 'im come in.

What time would that have been?

Well I was just putting Freeder to bed. It must 'ave been about 'arf past six. Not much later, anyway. (Roobee! You'll go to bed in a minute!) I always knew when 'e came in at night because apart from the noise 'is light used to s.h.i.+ne right in that window.

And would you have heard him if he went out again?

It's more than likely. He used to put 'is lights on in the yard, even if 'e didn't start 'is machine up there, which 'e did, as often as not. (Mind what you're doing! Erb.u.t.t, I'm speaking to you! You'll 'ave that over!) No, I'm sure 'e didn't take 'is bike out again that night. I should 'ave noticed.

That seemed doubtful in the face of the distractions which a.s.sailed her. But I supposed that she was accustomed enough to these to have been able to give her attention to the engrossing matters of her neighbours' activities.

And you heard nothing more that night?

Nothing at all. I've often thought to myself that I might well 'ave, but I didn't, so that's all there was to it. (Rouse! ROUSE!) No I can't tell you what I don't know.

Thank you, Mrs. Scuttle.