all.â
âItâs the Time it takes,â moaned Mr Humpling.
âYou could go on working surely?â
âLetâs get it over with. What do you want to know?â
âAbout that pair of shoes that were found near Miss Carewâs body.â
âIâd repaired them. Never mind how I know. Thereâs a way I have of putting two tacks in together so that I can always tell a pair of shoes Iâve repaired. I knew Iâd done these.â
âRecently?â
âTheyâd scarcely been worn from the time I had done them.â
âBut youâve no means of knowing when that was?â
âNo, I havenât. Might have been any time. Iâve had this shop for nearly twenty years.â He broke off to answer a woman at the counter. âNo, theyâre not ready,â he said. âIâll try and finish them by tomorrow.â The woman expressed her annoyance and went. âSee? Theyâre on at you the whole time. Donât seem to understand thereâs others to be done.â
âMust be very tiring,â said Carolus soothingly.
âItâs not the work, itâs the people. Iâd work all right if theyâd only leave me in peace. Iâve only got one pair of hands. I told one the other day, Iâm not an Indian goddess, I said. What more do you want to know so that I can get on?â
âA pair of shoes was missing from here, wasnât it?â
âOne. In all the time Iâve been here.â
âWhen did that happen?â
âAbout six months ago. Some time before Christmas. They belonged to a man called Purley, who has left the district. The fuss he made youâd have thought they was solid gold. You see I used to keep the shoes that were ready on a rack by the counter. Iâve altered it since this happened. Anyone could have reached across when I wasnât looking, and thatâs what must have happened.â
âYou donât think it was the pair the police found?â
âIt could have been, I suppose. Iâm not to know, really. They were size eight, anyway.â
âYouâve no suspicion as to who could have taken them?â
âI told the police I hadnât. But since then Iâve come to remember. There was that artist chap who called about that time.â
âWho was that?â
âI donât know his name. He brought a pair of shoes to be repaired.â
âHow do you know he was an artist?â
âYou could tell. He wore a big black hat and a cape.â
âA beard, of course?â
âNo. I donât think he had a beard. But dark glasses; I remember those.â
âWhat makes you think he had anything to do with the shoes?â
âI didnât like the look of him and it was about the same time. There was something funny about him. Besides, Iâdnever seen him before and havenât since. All the others who came at that time were regulars.â
âFive good reasons, but not quite enough to convict your artist.â
âNo. I donât want to convict anyone, but Iâm sure it was him took those shoes.â
âDo you know a painter called Johnson? Mr Ben Johnson?â
âHim? It wasnât him. I knew him when he used to bring me shoes that hadnât much left of them to repair. That was in the old days, before he was famous. Itâs different now. But he never dresses himself up in big hats and that.â
âYouâre convinced your man was a stranger?â
âYes.â
âI wonât keep you from your work then, Mr Humpling. And I wonât trouble you again.â
âThatâs all right. Only itâs the Time. Someone will be on at me for not having their shoes ready.â
From the shop Carolus turned towards the centre of the little town. Buddington did not cover a large area and to Rupertâs disgust Carolus had left his car at the hotel.
âWhere now?â