could be important.â
âTo me, Inspector.â Her voice had an ironic ring. âThe key of the door perhaps. But not to anyone else.â
âI shouldnât be too sure about that, miss. Not just yet.â
âAnd it rather looks,â she went on as if she hadnât heard him, âas if Iâm not the only one to have a key to the front door of Boundary Cottage, doesnât it?â
âTrue.â He paused. âYesterday you told me as much as you could remember being told about your father.â
âYes?â
âWhat all do you know about your ⦠about Grace Jenkins?â
It was pitifully little in terms of verifiable factâif she was telling him the truth. Her mother had been a childrenâs nurse for a family called Hocklington-Garwell, somewhere over the other side of the county. Henrietta didnât know the exact address but she had been brought up on stories of the Hocklington-Garwell children. There had been two of themâboth boys. Master Hugo and Master Michael. Then Grace Wright had met Cyril Jenkins, and married him.
âAfter that,â concluded Henrietta tightly, âI understood they had had me.â
âI see,â said Sloan.
âAnd that very soon afterwards my father had been killed.â
âI see,â said Sloan again.
âBut they didnât have me,â observed Henrietta astringently.
âShe didnât,â agreed Sloan. âThe chances of your being your fatherâs childâso to speakâare high.â
âThank you,â she said gravely. âIâll remember that.â
âAnd the chances of her having come from East Calleshire are higher still.â He told her about Messrs. Waind, Arbican & Waind in Calleford. âSo, miss, I think we can take it that the mystery originates that way somewhere.â
He did not mention murder.
âWhat I want to know,â said the superintendent testily, âis not who got which going but what youâre doing about it, Sloan.â The inspector was speaking from the call box in Larking village.
âYes, sir. In the first instance we are looking for a car which hit a woman.â
âAn unknown woman,â pointed out Leeyes.
âA woman who may or may not be unknown,â agreed Sloan more moderately, âwhich hit her on a bad bend outside Larking village on Tuesday evening sometime between say six and nine oâclock.â
âAnd have you got anywhere?â
âNo, sir.â
âThereâs an inquest coming along on Saturday morning,â said Leeyes very gently. âItâs the law, Sloan, and the first thing the coroner does is to take evidence of identification.â
âYes, sir.â He hesitated. âWeâve no reason to suppose she isnât Grace Jenkins.â
Superintendent Leeyes gave an intimidating grunt.
âBut,â went on Sloan hastily, âIâm going to make some enquiries about her pension now, and see the two people who came back on the bus with her on Tuesday night. And Iâve got a man checking up now on the marriage register in Somerset House.â
âWhatâs that going to prove?â
âWhether or not this Grace Edith Wright did, in fact, marry one Cyril Edgar Jenkins. That should give us a lead.â
âOne way or the other,â said Leeyes pointedly.
âExactly, sir. Weâve got the experts working on those tire casts too, and weâre putting out a general call for witnesses. Weâre also trying to establish how she spent Tuesdayâthat may have some bearing on the case.â
Leeyes grunted again.
âItâs a bit difficult,â said Sloan, âbecause the girl has no idea â¦â
âIt strikes me that the girl has no idea about too many things.â
âShe was away at college at the time.â
âCheck up on that, too, Sloan.â
âYes, sir. This man Hibbs