or two questions about this man Larkin who stayed here?â
âYou Press?â asked Mr Habbard briskly.
âNo. Iâm making an independent investigation for Packinlay.â
âI see. Because weâve had enough publicity over this business. Not good for a hotel of this class. This belongs to the United Ancient Hostelries Association, and we canât afford a lot of vulgar chatter in the newspapers.â
âWhat,â Carolus could not help asking, though it was irrelevant to his enquiry, âwhat is the United Ancient Hostelries Association?â
âMean to say you havenât heard of it? My dear chap, where have you been? Itâs the most important development in the licensing trade today. We take over fine old English inns, with their great tradition of hospitality, good liquor and good fare, and while keeping their ancient character and architecture, we add the amenities required by the modern motorist. Take this house, for instance â¦â
âOh, I quite understand,â said Carolus hurriedly. âAdmirable, Iâm sure. I wonder whether Larkin approved?â
âBetween you and me, old man, I didnât have much to do with him. He was quite obviously not out of the top drawer,and when you run a place like this you donât hob-nob with any of the guests whom you wouldnât meet in your own home. This Larkin person, or Leech as he called himself, arrived in a self-drive car which heâd hired in London, or so he told the hall porter, who made some remark about it. He stayed only one night, and went off unexpectedly in the afternoon.â
âReally?â
âHeâd booked without saying how long he would stay. The girl at the desk had asked him, and he had shouted that he didnât know; he thought a few days. Next afternoon I was in the hall seeing a client â¦â
âMr Smite.â
âYouâre very well-informed. Yes, it was old Smite asking for Packinlay. Heâd got one of his
billets doux
for him, I gathered. I was just telling Smite that Packinlay hadnât been in for a day or two when this character bounces in and starts giving me orders. âHave my bill made up at once,â he shouts; âIâm leaving immediately.â Iâm not accustomed to being spoken to like that, but with characters of that type I find it best just to ignore that sort of thing. One point I did notice, though. The man was in a muck sweat.â
âIt was a warm afternoon. Heâd been walking.â
âIt wasnât just that, old man. He was trembling like a leaf. Heâd obviously had some shock or other.â
âYou didnât enquire?â
âA man in my position can hardly concern himself with things of that sort, can he? Of course if Iâd known that he had just shot poor old Gregory Willick it would have been different. Very good chap, Gregory.â
âIn your mind, then, there is no doubt that Larkin had murdered Willick?â
âOh, none whatever. If ever I saw a murderer, that was one.
âThanks very much. Youâve been most helpful.â
âItâs been a trying business for us. I had to attend theinquest, you know. A hotel of this class canât afford to be mixed up in a thing like this. My directors were most upset. Lord Finchington was on the phone to me at once. âWhatâs this, Ray?â he said. âItâs all right, Henry,â I told him. âIâve got it under control.â Still, one could understand their anxiety. How do you like this old spinning-wheel? The Board have just bought a couple of dozen, one for each of our hotels.â
âSplendid. Excellent,â said Carolus, and bade the manager good morning.
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