Heâs highly strung to begin with and a single drink puts him right on his dig.â She paused and regarded her adopted nephew dubiously. âIt was only because of the room,â she said. âOld people are like children. They get jealous. I gave him a nice room when we came here and Ruth always wanted it. She said sheâd had it as a child and when she found she couldnât get any change out of me shehad a go at him. Thatâs all there was to it. Really, Iâm not lying. It was too footling to mention.â
She looked so guilty that he laughed at her.
âHow long did the feud last?â
âToo long altogether,â she admitted. âAll the time weâve been here. It blew up and then cooled down and then started again. You know how these things do. There was nothing in it and although he has said dreadful things about her he was the first to do what he could for her when he saw she was ill. Heâs like that. A sweet old Flick when you know him. Iâd go bail for him any day.â
âIâm sure you would,â he agreed. âBy the way, is that the awful secret you were going to uncover?â
âWhat! Me and the Captain?â She threw back her head and her laugh was full and deep with amusement. âMy dear,â she said with cheerful vulgarity, âweâve lived in the same house for nearly thirty years. You donât want a detective to find out any secret there. You want a time-machine! No, I was going to tell you about the coffin cupboard.â
The sleepy Campion was taken off his guard.
âI beg your pardon?â he said.
âOf course it may not
be
coffins.â Miss Roper tipped a teaspoonful of spirit into her glass, added a ladylike splash, and continued airily: âIt may be anything in that line.â
âBodies?â he suggested helpfully.
âOh no, ducky.â Her tone was reproving but she was quite ten years younger after her laugh. âIt may be simply wood or perhaps those nasty little trestles they use. Iâve never seen inside. Never had the chance. They always come at night, you see.â
Campion roused himself. âSuppose you tell me what youâre talking about.â
âIâm trying to.â She sounded plaintive. âIâve let one of my cellars â the little ones leading off the area round by the front door and not actually in the house at all â to old Mr Bowels the undertaker. He asked me as a special favour and I didnât like to refuse him as itâs always as well to keep in with people like that, isnât it?â
âIn case you want a quick box-up at any time? Well, you know best. Never mind, go on. When did all this happen?â
âOh, years ago. Months, anyway. Heâs very quiet. Never makes any trouble. But I thought you might find it locked and get it open and wonder if the things inside were mine, whatever they are. It might look funny, I mean.â She was perfectly serious and her eyes, grey and round, met his own placidly. âI thought you might possibly hear him and his son down there tonight, as a matter of fact,â she said.
âIs he here?â
âIf he isnât he soon will be. He popped in when you were up with Miss Evadne to say I wasnât to be nervous if I heard him moving about between three and four. Heâs a very thoughtful man. Old-fashioned.â
Mr Campion ceased to hear her. Charlie Luke had surely said that the exhumation of Edward Palinodeâs body was fixed for four a.m., but that was at Wilswhich Cemetery. He wondered if he was quite awake until the explanation occurred to him.
âOf course! They didnât bury him,â he said triumphantly.
âNot Mr Edward. Bowels and Son didnât. No.â She looked troubled. âOh, there was a fuss about that! Mr Edward had put it in his will, the thoughtless old man. Didnât care how much he hurt peopleâs feelings. The dead