Free When Last I Died by Gladys Mitchell Page B

done the same. Still, I was a bit taken aback when I read about the arrest of the niece for murdering the cousin."
    "Yes?" said Mrs. Bradley.
    "So the doctor wasn't satisfied?" she said abruptly to Eliza Hodge when next she saw her.
    "Wasn't he? Poor young girl," responded Eliza. "I do hope she isn't sickening for something, madam."
    "I meant about the grated carrot," said Mrs. Bradley, even more abruptly; but the old servant's face did not change, except that the concern in her eyes deepened.
    "I believe you're right, madam," she agreed. "He asked me, I remember, a whole lot of questions, funny enough."
    "What sort of questions do you mean?"
    "Well, who gave it to her."
    "And you weren't prepared to say."
    "Well, Miss Bella said she was going out shopping in the village, and Mr. Tom and his wife said they were going out for a walk along the shore, so I suppose, if anyone gave it to her, it must have been me," replied the old servant, with a peculiarly hard expression on her face.
    "And was it you?"
    "You don't need to ask that, madam. You know it wasn't."
    "Yes. Even the doctor knew that," said Mrs. Bradley. "But, since the subject has come up, Miss Hodge, I do wish, if it wouldn't cause you too much distress, you'd tell me what you really think."
    "Well, I'm not going to speak ill of the dead, but I'll tell you one thing straight away, madam. One of them didn't go out. At least, I didn't think so. Mr. Tom, he went, and I see a flick of the blue dress his young wife had been wearing—or it might have been Miss Bella; she wore blue. But there was the sound of a sewing machine in Miss Bella's room, her having borrowed mine to run herself up an apron—one of mine, altered, it was."
    "And she did grate up the carrot, using the nutmeg grater to do it."
    "Well, yes, I think so, but, of course, I can't be sure. For one thing, although she asked for the nutmeg grater, I didn't actually see her use it. Still, there was carrot on it when I came to wash it. And as for the shopping, and being out of the house when her poor aunt died, well, she said she'd been out, and I couldn't contradict her."
    "Perhaps," suggested Mrs. Bradley, "she grated the carrot for her aunt, and took it up to her so that she could help herself to it. That's what she suggested in the diary."
    "It might have been that way, madam. I really couldn't say. Still, it seems funny that if the mistress wanted grated carrot, she hadn't said so to me and let me do it for her. Besides, I will say this: Miss Bella was perfectly open about the carrot when she spoke to me about the grater."
    "Was your mistress at all fond of any kind of food which could look like grated carrot at a distance?" Mrs. Bradley enquired.
    "Only pease pudding, and that's not very like," Eliza replied. "You mean Miss Bella thought it would do her good, and didn't tell her what she was going to do until it was all made ready? I couldn't say, I'm sure, madam. Anyway, it was a very great relief when she was found Not Guilty of Mr. Tom, although the suicide so soon after was very dreadful."
    "The suicide?" said Mrs. Bradley, anxious to hear more about this.
    "Oh, yes, madam. She took a little house down in the country, Miss Bella did, far enough away, you would think, for her to be able to forget all about the trial and what she'd gone through. But it seems some ill-natured people got hold of the tale and spread it all round the village. She left a farewell letter, poor thing, saying she had been driven to it by gossip. It was read at the coroner's inquest."
    "Oh, dear me! What a very dreadful thing!" said Mrs. Bradley. "How did she do it? I suppose she drowned herself?"
    "Yes, that was what she did, madam; she was found in a pond on the common, I believe."
    "Dear, dear!" said Mrs. Bradley." Not far from her house, I presume?"
    "I couldn't say how far, madam. Probably not very far. She was never much of a walker. But I don't know the district at all. I didn't even go to the funeral, not knowing how I was