should say thatâerâsteps have been taken to remove the ownerâs name from this one.â
âWould you, sir?â Sloan became extremely alert.
âThe back is almost smoothâbut not quite.â
âI understand, sir. Youâve been most helpful. Thereâll be an explanation, of course, but in the meantime perhaps you would be kind enough to keep them under lock and key until I get to you. I daresay,â he added heavily, âthere will be rhyme to it as well as reason. If you know what I mean, sir.â
âIndeed, yes,â affirmed Mr. Meyton. âThere are, of course, matters which are properly mysterious to us in the religious sense butâerâfinite matters are always â¦â
âNo, Inspector,â Henrietta shook her head. âI canât tell you anything more than that because I donât know anything more.â
âI see, miss. Thank you.â Sloan and Crosby were back in the parlor of Boundary Cottage, sitting where they had been sitting the day before. Then, Henrietta had looked as if she hadnât slept much the previous night.
Now she looked as if she hadnât slept at all.
âThe rector,â she went on wearily, âjust said that they werenât the right medals for the photograph.â
âYes, miss. He rang me.â
âHe took them away.â
âYes.â
âInspector â¦â
âYes, miss?â
âWhy werenât they taken on Tuesday?â
âOn Tuesday, miss?â
âBy whoever broke into the bureau.â
âI couldnât say, miss.â
âThey must have seen them. They werenât locked up in their cases or anything.â
âNo.â He cleared his throat and said cautiously, âIf theyâd gone then, of course, you would have missed them.â
âNaturally.â
âWell, thatâtheir absenceâmight have served to call yourâcall our attention toâerâany irregularities in the situation between you and yourâerâparents.â Sloan felt himself going a bit hot under the collar. It wasnât a sensation he was accustomed to. âI donât think it is generally appreciated that theâerâfact of childlessness isâerâestablished at a routine post-mortem.â
He hadnât appreciated it himself, actually.
Until yesterday.
To his relief Henrietta smiled wanly and said, âI see.â
âI mean,â expanded Sloan, âthe chances of your discovering that they were the wrong medals â¦â
âWrong?â she said swiftly.
âWrong for the photograph.â
âGo on, Inspector.â Warily.
âThe chances of them being handled by anyone knowing quite as much about the subject as Mr. Meyton were really very slight.â
Since putting down the telephone Sloan had sent Crosby to check up on the rectorâs standing as an historian and found it high. Particularly in the field of military history.
âInspector, are you trying to tell me that someone has been unlucky?â
âThatâs one way of looking at it, miss. But for the accident of the rector seeing them you might never have known.â
âKnown what?â she said with a sigh. âWhat exactly does it mean we know now that we didnât know before?â
âThat the medals are significant,â said Sloan promptly.
She looked up. âDo you think so, Inspector?â
âI do, miss, though I donât know what of just yet. Give us a little time.â He hesitated and then said, âI think we may be going to find the answer to a lot of questions in the past.â
She nodded. âTwenty-one years ago.â
âWhy then?â
âIâll be twenty-one next month. At least I think I will be if my mother â¦â she corrected herself painfully, âif what Iâve been told is correct.â
âTwenty-one?â Sloan frowned. âThat