subject of a theft from Ellisonâs room last night. They look very like it.â
âSomeone having fun?â asked Leeyes suspiciously. âTheyâve got some pretty queer ideas of humour round there.â
âI donât know,â said Sloan, equally puzzled. âThey were all spread out along the parapet of the fountain. Not hidden or anything. Waiting to be found, you might say.â
âAnything to do with this Moleyns business?â
âImpossible to say, sir,â said Sloan, âyet.â
ââTwenty-six minutes,â Inspector,â declared Bridget Hellewell positively. âThatâs what he said to me just before he died.â
Tea and sympathy in equal proportions, administered by the Matron, a sensible woman, had had their usual calming effect and the student was very nearly coherent by the time Detective Inspector Sloan got to Matronâs room. The Bursar had sensibly ensconced her in the sanatorium, bidding her to speak to no one but the police.
âAnd âtwenty-six minutesâ was all that he said?â Sloan asked her now.
âAll he had time to say,â she said seriously, tears beginning to well up in her eyes again. âThen he ⦠just died. Just like that,â she whispered.
Sloan nodded. Death could be just like that but it was still a shock.
âI didnât realise how bad he was at first,â said Miss Hellewell, still gulping a little. âOr even who he was.â
âYou knew him, then?â
âOh, yes, butâ â she paused in confusion â âbut I didnât realise that I knew him, if you know what I mean.â
âYou didnât recognise him?â said Sloan, who had passed no university entrance examination in comprehension and wasnât expected to be particularly articulate.
âExactly.â She latched on to the phrase eagerly. âI just didnât recognise him, he looked so dreadful â not like himself at all â and the light isnât very good round the quad, is it?â
âNo, miss, it isnât.â In fact, one of the very first things the police were doing was to improve it but Sloan did not say so. Instead he went on, âTell me what you were doing there.â
âMe? I was going back to my room for some more blankets and pillows.â
âGoing back from where?â
âAlmstone, of course. The sit-in.â She peered at him, her other troubles temporarily forgotten. âDonât you know about that?â
âOh, yes, miss. All about it.â
âWell, we were beginning to get ready for the night.â She waved a hand. âIâd got my own stuff there, of course. I hadnât forgotten it or anything.â
Sloan nodded and got the message that she wouldnât like to be thought inefficient.â
âThis was extra,â said Bridget Hellewell. âWe, er, hadnât remembered that Malcolm Humbert wouldnât have anything like that with him for the night on account of his having come from ⦠from ⦠frommm â¦â
âFrom a distance,â supplied Sloan kindly. He probably knew a good deal more about where Malcolm Humbert had come from than Bridget Hellewell did. What the police would like to know was where he proposed going when he left Berebury. Special Branch had expressed a passing interest, too.
âThatâs right,â said the girl, âso I said Iâd get some blankets and another pillow for him from my room.â
âQuite,â said Sloan, noting that â female emancipation notwithstanding â a womanâs lot continued to be a domestic one even at a demonstration.
âIt was colder in Almstone than weâd thought it would be, you see, because theyâd taken the windows out and turned off the heating.â This was said without rancour: sitters-in canât be choosers. âLast time, if you remember, it was