Jumping Jenny (25 page)

“Yes. Quite understandable. And when Mrs. Lefroy felt faint?”

“Well, she pulled up a chair or something, and I wiped it for her with my handkerchief,” said Mr. Williamson bravely.

“Yes. Why did you do that?”

“Because she asked me to. Hadn’t any idea I oughtn’t to have done it,” mumbled Mr. Williamson contritely. “Very sorry, and all that.”

“It didn’t occur to you that it was the chair on which Mrs. Stratton might have stood?”

“No, I’m afraid it didn’t. Eh? Never occurred to me, I’m afraid. No.”

“Well, perhaps you mustn’t be blamed very much for that, in the circumstances, though it’s a safe rule not to touch anything at all in the vicinity of any sudden death.”

“Eh? Oh, I see. No. Yes, I mean.”

“In any case, where was this chair when you saw Mrs. Lefroy pick it up?”

“Where was it?” repeated Mr. Williamson vaguely.

“Oh, somewhere in the middle of the roof, you know.”

Roger did not alter his position. Only a slight tightening of the muscles all over his body evidenced the emotion that was filling him. He felt as if the eyes of everyone in court were staring at him, and not by look or movement must he give himself away.”

Colin was less sensitive. In a voice which Roger shudderingly felt must be raucously audible all over the court, he whispered:

“Ach, the madman! That’s just torn it.”

Mr. Williamson, it seemed, had not learned his lesson after all.

Mrs. Lefroy and Celia were sitting together on the other side of the court. Celia had insisted that it would be unwise for Mrs. Lefroy and Ronald to sit together. Roger now cursed the decision, for he was unable to lean across Ronald and whisper new instructions. All he could do was to try frantically to catch Mrs. Lefroy’s eye.

But Mrs. Lefroy’s eye refused to be caught. She was looking intently at Mr. Williamson, with an expression of nothing but intelligent interest. Roger could only hope desperately that the interest was intelligent enough. If Mrs. Lefroy did not contradict Mr. Williamson’s ghastly blunder, and sustain her contradiction, then everything must be up with the case for suicide.

Roger hardly heard the few questions which remained for Mr. Williamson to answer, though he did notice in a dull way that the coroner not only refrained from any sort of comment regarding the position of the chair, but asked nothing more about it at all. Roger would much rather that he had probed. Silence was too ominous. It could only mean that the coroner had been primed on the point by the police, and the inquest would be adjourned after all. And yet the odd thing was, Roger now remembered, that the superintendent had not asked Mr. Williamson anything about the position of the chair either; all he had appeared to be concerned about yesterday in the ballroom had been the wiping of it. The position, which was far the more important matter, had simply not been mentioned. What the devil
were
the police up to?

And yet Roger, in all fairness, could hardly blame Mr. Williamson. It had been impossible to impress on him yesterday that the chair had been lying under the gallows, except by inference and more or less casually. But Roger had mentioned it, even if casually, so many times that he was sure it had sunk in. Well, it had not sunk in. And now everything depended on Mrs. Lefroy. She at any rate would have the intelligence to realise what, after all, had only been hinted to her too.

“Mrs. Lefroy,” called a voice from somewhere.

Roger held his breath.

The coroner looked at his notes. Superintendent Jamieson, who had a chair just behind him, came forward and whispered something in his ear. The coroner nodded.

“Yes. Now, Mrs. Lefroy, will you tell me what happened after Mr. Williamson had shown you where the body had been found?”

Mrs. Lefroy had given very brief confirmation of the main events of the evening, but not having spoken once during the whole party to Ena Stratton had been unable to help in more personal matters.

“Yes, certainly,” she said, in a calm, clear voice, and went on to perjure herself gallantly on behalf of her fiancé’s brother.

“It was a great shock to me, and I felt very upset. I felt faint, and wanted to sit down. There was a chair lying on the roof near and I picked it up. I was wearing white velvet gloves, and I saw that the chair had marked them. I thought it might be smuts, on the roof. I was wearing a white satin dress, so I asked Mr. Williamson to wipe the chair for me before I sat down on it, and he did so. I understand now that the chair shouldn’t have been touched, but I didn’t think of that at the time.”

“Yes. You heard, no doubt, the remark I made to Mr. Williamson on that point. It might, in a different case, be very serious indeed, you know.”

“Yes, I see that now,” agreed Mrs. Lefroy contritely.

“And this chair that you picked up. It was lying on its side, then?”

“Yes, it was lying on its side on the roof.”

“Whereabouts on the roof?”

“I should think,” said Mrs. Lefroy brightly, “somewhere about the middle of the roof.”

“Oh, my heaven!” groaned Roger inwardly to his immortal soul, and buried his head in his hands.

“If you’re called,” whispered Roger feverishly to Colin, “say the chair was under the gallows when you came up on the roof. Never mind about the explaining. Say that!”

“I will not,” Colin whispered back. “And have, us all landed for perjury and heaven knows what? No, I will not.”

“Mr. Nicolson!” came the voice of doom.

“But your efforts at first aid elicited no response?”

“No, none.”

“No. And then?”

“I went down to keep the women in the ballroom so that they shouldn’t see the body as Mr. Stratton and Mr. Sheringham carried it downstairs.”

“Yes, exactly. An admirable precaution. Now, when you went up to the roof, Mr. Nicolson, did you notice a chair lying there?”

“Yes.”

“Where was it?”

“It was about in a line between the gallows and the door on to the roof, but perhaps rather nearer the gallows than the door.”

“I see. Did anything in particular cause you to look at it, or did you just casually notice it?”

“I didn’t notice it at first. I stumbled over it. That’s how I remember it being there.”

“Oh, indeed? You stumbled over it?”

“Yes. As a matter of fact, I barked my shin on it.”

“Really? Is that so? Perhaps you would show me the place? I’m a medical man myself, you know, and …”

“Oh, but it’s nothing.” Colin came round the table and solemnly pulled up his trouser-leg; the coroner as solemnly examined the slight scar thus displayed.

“I see. Yes. Nothing very serious, as you say. Still, it’s advisable always to treat a wound with proper care, however slight it may appear. Yes. This chair, then—how far would you estimate its distance from the gallows?”

“About twelve to fifteen feet.”

At last the coroner came out in the open.

“Was it too far, in your opinion, from the gallows, for Mrs. Stratton to have kicked it there when she—er—
if
she launched herself into eternity?”

“Yes.”

“Thank you, Mr. Nicolson. That is all. Eh, what’s that? What? The doctors want …? Yes, very well, very well. I’ll take the medical evidence next. Dr.— Let me see, yes, Dr. Chalmers first, please.”

Colin sat down again, quite calmly, next to Roger.

“I suppose you know,” Roger whispered savagely, “that you’ve hanged David Stratton—nothing more nor less than hanged him?”

The evidence of all three doctors was flawless.

Dr. Chalmers and Dr. Mitchell both agreed that death must have taken place very soon after Mrs. Stratton left the ballroom, perhaps within a few minutes, almost certainly not more than half an hour; Dr. Bryce had no doubt at all that the bruises on the body could have been caused, and he appeared to take it for granted that they had been caused, by the very violent Apache dance in which, he understood, Mrs. Stratton had indulged with Mr. Ronald Stratton. It was quite evident to Roger, listening moodily, that the three doctors had had a conference last night, at which the ideas he himself had been at pains to plant in the mind of Dr. Mitchell had borne unanimous fruit.

Lovely words and phrases, such as “egomania,” “alcoholic depression,” “acute melancholia,” “suicidal subject,” “post-mortem staining,” filled the admiring court-room.

Mrs. Stratton had been as mad as a hatter, and the doctors did not hesitate to say so. Unfortunately, however, they were equally firmly agreed that it would have been totally impossible to certify her, or put her under restraint, in any way except with her own consent. And mad though she had been, she had not been as mad as that. Not a single awkward note marred the excellent doctors’ discourse.

But Roger found small solace in his foresight. Little good all that was now, when Williamson, Mrs. Lefroy and Colin between them had taken his beautiful case for suicide and torn it into little shreds under his nose.

Well, he had done his best for David Stratton. The man had deserved a second chance, and Roger had given him one. Anything that happened now must be his own responsibility.

The coroner was mumbling something.

“ … one more witness, before we go on to the police evidence, with which I shall conclude this inquiry. Mrs.— yes, Mrs. Williamson, please.”

Roger looked up. He had not expected Mrs. Williamson to be called; she had played so small a part in the proceedings. What could they want her for? Just confirmatory evidence about the party, no doubt; though goodness knew they had had enough of that, one would have thought, already.

“I do not propose to ask you any questions about the earlier part of the evening, Mrs. Williamson. I think we are quite clear on that. I want you just to tell the jury one thing. Did you go up on Mr. Stratton’s roof at a certain time that night?”

“Yes.”

Roger stiffened. My heavens! he thought, appalled, she saw him do it!

“What time was that?”

“Just after Dr. Chalmers and Dr. Mitchell had gone.”

Roger looked at Colin. “What on earth…?” he whispered. Colin shrugged his shoulders.

“Yes. That would be just about an hour after Mrs. Stratton had left the ballroom, would it not?”

“I think so, yes.”

“Yes. Did you go up for any particular reason?”

“No. I just wanted to get away from people for a bit. I wanted to be alone, in the night air.”

“Yes, yes. Of course. Very understandable. Now, will you explain very carefully what you did on the roof, Mrs. Williamson, if you please.”

Roger and Colin again exchanged glances of surprise.

“I stood for a minute or two, enjoying the cool air; and then I climbed up the ladder on to the upper roof. I—”

“Yes. Just one minute, please, Mrs. Williamson. I think I had better explain to you, gentlemen—we shall get it in evidence later from Superintendent Jamieson, but I think I had better explain to you now, that Mr. Stratton’s roof is rather a peculiar one. Apart from the large flat portion with which we have been concerned so far, there is another and smaller flat part, formed by roofing in the space between two gables which run across the end of the large flat portion. There is a small flight of iron steps fixed close to the door out on to the roof, by which access to this upper part may be obtained; and it is that staircase to which the witness is referring. Yes, Mrs. Williamson?”

“I climbed up the staircase on to the upper roof, and stood there for a moment or two, looking at the lights of London in the distance which I could just see from there. The night was so beautiful that I thought I would take a chair up there and sit for a few minutes, alone. I didn’t wish to be disturbed, and I thought no one would be likely to find me up there. I went down the stairs again to get a chair, and saw one lying under the gallows. I picked it up and was on my way back to the staircase, when I heard my husband calling, so I put the chair down and went in again.”

“Yes. Do you remember where you put the chair down?”

“It must have been between the gallows and the iron staircase, but I don’t remember exactly where.”

“The iron staircase being next to the door into the house. The point is, gentlemen, that we have to establish that the chair which we have heard from three witnesses was lying in the middle of the roof was actually the chair which Mrs. Williamson tells us she moved from underneath the gallows, and that explains why it was not in that position later. Yes, Mrs. Williamson. You say that you put the chair down. Did you put it down carefully, or did you drop it?”

“I put it down carelessly, and I heard it fall over behind me, but I didn’t wait to pick it up.”

“Exactly. Now we know, from the medical evidence, that Mrs. Stratton must have been dead when you picked the chair up from close beside her. You did not realise that?”

“No,” said Mrs. Williamson, with an unfeigned shudder.

“You did not, in fact, know then that she was missing at all?”

“No.”

“You said that the chair was lying under the gallows. Can you amplify that at all? Was it under one beam of the gallows for instance?”

“No. So far as I remember it was just about under the middle of the triangle.”

“In your opinion, could Mrs. Stratton have thrust it there, in the event of her having made use of it for the purpose of hanging herself?”

“Oh yes, easily.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Williamson. That is all.”

Roger was clutching Colin’s arm in a frenzied hold.

“Colin! Do you realise? It
was
suicide. She did do it, after all,” he whispered excitedly, under the hum which accompanied Mrs. Williamson back to her seat. “We’ve had all our trouble for nothing.”

“I never did believe it was that poor wee David,” returned Colin stolidly.

The verdict never actually had been in question.

The coroner’s summing-up was brief and kind. Missing an opportunity which would have brought joy to many of his tribe, he did not find it his duty to deliver a lecture to Ronald Stratton on the morbid compliment which that gentleman had thought fit to pay his distinguished guest, though he did feel bound to point out that the matter of suggestion on an unbalanced, impressionable mind could not be disregarded. Having got that off his chest, he proceeded to sum up the evidence in such a way as to indicate his own opinion quite unmistakably and suggest that, in such a simple case, any other opinion was impossible; as indeed, on the evidence that had been heard, it was. The mentality of the dead woman only underlined the obvious conclusion.