Charles Todd - The red door

"It's Mrs. Teller. Captain Teller's widow. She left here, I'm told with the last of the mourners, intending to drive to London. She's had an accident."

"Is she dead?" he asked, remembering the warning he'd given her.

"No. Badly bruised. And she wants to see you. She won't let us fetch a doctor to her until she does."

They drove on in silence, through the gray evening, and shortly after the intersection where the Repton Road and the one to Waddington met the trunk road to London they found Captain Teller's black Rolls touring car with the bonnet having run up into an ancient hedgerow topped by a wooden fence that lead into a pasture. He was out of the Inspector's vehicle before it had come to a halt and was striding to where Susannah Teller was sitting in the rain, the veil she had pulled to the back of her black hat drooping. Her coat sparkled with raindrops in the light of her motorcar's headlamps.

He came and sat down beside her, then put his arm around her shoulders. She cried out in pain, then began to weep in earnest.

Jessup was saying, "Bruising where the wheel struck her, scraped knees-" He broke off as Rutledge silently shook his head to stop him, and he moved away to speak to his men.

"What happened? I didn't know you'd left. Was the motorcar tampered with?"

"I couldn't stand being there-every time I went past the stairs or saw someone stepping on the place where he was lying, it was more than I could bear. I wanted the garden doors open instead, but Mary told me that with the rain, the lawns were too wet. I went to Walter, but he wouldn't open his door and help me. I left as soon as I could."

"Did you tell anyone you were leaving?"

"Only Gran. You don't know how much I miss Peter. It's been worse than anything I could have imagined, coming here. The funeral. And I feel so alone."

"How did this happen?"

"I was crying. I couldn't see where I was going. I did to myself what you were afraid someone else might do."

"Are you sure there was no problem with the motorcar-the steering or the brakes?"

She shook her head.

He sat with her a little longer, and then she agreed to let Inspector Jessup take her to Dr. Fielding.

He said to Jessup, "Go over this motorcar. If there is any reason for that crash other than her emotional state, I want to know."

Jessup looked at him. "Are you saying someone would like to kill that woman?"

"I told her that if there was an attempt at a third accident, we would know that the other deaths were murder."

"And she thought…"

"She was frightened. But it was the only way I could make her watch for trouble. She was angry with the family, she blamed them for her husband's fall."

"I don't understand how she could."

Rutledge was walking around the motorcar, but in the rainy darkness he could see nothing. "It doesn't matter. The fact is, she did. All right, let me know what you find."

He asked one of the constables to drive him back to Witch Hazel Farm, and with a nod from Jessup, one stepped forward and said, "This way, sir."

Hamish was saying something, but Rutledge wasn't listening. He went to find Amy as soon as he reached the house.

"Your sister-in-law ran off the road in the rain. Dr. Fielding is seeing her in his surgery."

"Oh, dear. I ought to go to her. She should never have been allowed to drive to London alone. Are you sure she's all right?" She clicked her tongue. "I don't know what's to become of us. It's a little frightening."

"She's all right, but I think she might prefer not to be alone."

"Of course not. But-there's another problem. We've looked everywhere, and Walter isn't here. No one has seen him since the funeral service. I telephoned the rector-he told me he hadn't seen Walter since we left the church. You don't think he's vanished again? It would be too horrible to contemplate."

"Did you look in the nursery?" Rutledge asked.

"Yes, before I called the rectory." She glanced uneasily toward the door. "You don't suppose he went for a walk?"

"Not tonight. Is his motorcar here?"

"I'm sure it is," she began doubtfully, then said, "Would you look? It's in the small barn just beyond the kitchen garden."

Rutledge went around to the shed where the motorcar was kept.

It was still there. Rutledge laid a hand on the bonnet. It was almost completely cool after driving to the service.

When he found Amy Teller and told her, she said, "I don't remember exactly when I saw him last. But then I didn't realize Susannah had left, either. There was such a number of motorcars and carriages and people, at the end." Amy turned toward the stairs. "Let me fetch my coat," she said. After a moment she was back, adding, "Perhaps we ought to go to the church. I'll feel better when we know he's all right." She bit her lip. "We let him stay to himself too much. But we were all angry still, and upset about Peter and then Jenny. We let him bear the brunt of our feelings."

"The church?" Rutledge asked. "All right, we'll have a look."

He drove with her to the church, but it was dark and empty, with no sign of Walter. They encountered Mr. Stedley just coming to return the church umbrellas, and asked him again if he'd seen Walter.

"I'm afraid not." He looked across the churchyard to the raw mound of earth that marked Peter Teller's grave. "Do you have a torch, Inspector?"

He found the one in his motorcar, but although he flashed it across the stones and beneath the yew trees, there was no sign of Teller.

Stedley, standing in the porch shivering, said, "It's grown quite chilly. I hope he's not wandered far."

Rutledge drove Amy Teller back to Witch Hazel Farm and with her searched the house again, then the outbuildings. But Teller had gone.

"He might have decided to spend a little time with Jenny," Amy said doubtfully.

She called Dr. Fielding's house, but Mrs. Fielding told her that they had not seen Teller since the service for his brother.

Edwin, coming down from his bedchamber where he'd been resting, said, "I should think he's all right. He might have just walked around, trying to clear his head." But it was like whistling in the dark. His voice betrayed his concern.

Mary said, from her corner by the fire they'd built in the hearth against the chill of the rain, "You don't suppose he went to my house? Or Leticia's? Or he may have gone back to London with Susannah. We're all staying the night here. He may have wanted a little peace and quiet."

Leticia, who joined them, said, "On foot? The motorcar is here. No, he must have begged a lift from someone."

Edwin said, "We may be worrying prematurely. Let's give him another hour. It's foolish to panic like this."

"He wouldn't just-vanish again, would he?" Mary asked Rutledge.

But he could offer her only cold comfort. "I don't know."

"Call the Belvedere Clinic, Amy," Mary suggested.

"He couldn't have reached London this soon," Amy protested.

Mollie came in to ask if anyone would care for tea, and they asked her again if she knew where Teller might be.

But Mollie hadn't seen him since the first mourners had departed.

Hamish said, "Ye're worrying about the lass. It's possible you were fearing for the wrong person."

It took them some time to discover how Teller had vanished so quickly.

Amy brought Rutledge the list of attendees. It took half the night to track them down. He and Jessup dealt with the local names, while Gibson at the Yard ran the others to ground.

The former missionary had been the hardest to locate, for he was traveling about England raising funds for various charities that helped support mission work and had no particular itinerary.

He told the constable who had tracked him down in the middle of Hampshire, "Yes, Walter asked if I was coming to London. I told him I was, and he asked for a lift. There was a meeting he had to attend in the morning. He didn't want to put the family out, although Edwin had volunteered to take him. And I was happy to oblige, it was company on the road."