Below the Clock

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‘Certainly not. I am telling you the truth. Don’t you believe me?’

‘Did Reardon instruct you personally to bring him a claret and soda? I know that he would take a drink, but did he specify what sort of drink he wanted?’

‘Certainly. Men don’t drink an unusual mixture like that by pure accident. Surely you know that without asking me?’

‘Being nothing except a beer drinker I couldn’t answer you. I don’t think we’ll detain you any longer. When you see Mrs Reardon again you might tell her that within the next few hours I’ll call upon her. It might save her from a shock when I arrive.’

‘Is it necessary, Mr Petrie?’ asked Watson anxiously.

‘Entirely so—and you haven’t helped her position.’

‘I haven’t?’ Watson seemed staggered, quite amazed. ‘But I’d never do a thing to make difficulties for her.’

‘Perhaps that accounts for most of the trouble. Your object in asking me to come here has failed. Partial revelation is never of any service to a man unless he’s fighting for time. Instead of clearing yourself and getting Mrs Reardon out of the line of inquiry, you’ve merely presented me with a new problem. You have compelled me to ask myself whether you can have any object in gaining time.’

‘Mr Petrie, this is outrageous!’

‘Believe me, my friend, nothing is further from my immature mind than outrage. I came here thinking that you might assist me and that in return for your help I might give you a few words of fatherly advice. You have not enabled me to do anything of the kind. The only way in which you can help me is by complete frankness. I hope you’ll bear that in mind. It might assist you the next time we meet—and that will be before much more water flows under Westminster Bridge.’

‘Doesn’t sound as though you’re satisfied,’ said Watson.

‘I’m not. Oh! Before I go would you mind telling me what you know about this man Paling?’

‘That’s quite easy. I only know that he has been associated with Reardon during the last twelve months. I don’t know how, why, or where they met, and I don’t know what they had in common. It always seemed to me that they were frightened of each other. That’s all I know.’

‘Doesn’t help me. Thanks very much.’

Petrie and Ripple left the building and walked round to the Yard. The miserable Ripple was more melancholic than ever.

‘This case will never break in a month of Sundays,’ he complained.

‘Maybe it won’t, Sunshine. You’ll find when you do get to the tail end of it that all your trouble has been worthwhile. I can see quite a lot of things that don’t fit. It may help us to discover what’s happened about the analysis of that claret. At any rate, the report should give us a start. Think it will be ready?’

‘I imagine so. I’ll give a ring as soon as we reach the office.’

Petrie sat down with a copy of the Fishing Gazette while the Inspector got his number. The little man heard Ripple’s request for information and then saw the man’s jaw sag. The Yard man slapped down the receiver and slumped into a chair.