Michael Innes - Lament for a Maker

Mr Bell will forgive me if I venture to describe him as venerable and magnificent. An athlete who had retired in his later years upon the profession of Biblical patriarch is perhaps the best image to offer the reader: his shoulders might have been those of a smith rather than of a cobbler; his features had the benign severity of some pillar of the Kirk from the pencil of a Wilkie. He bowed to me gravely and said he understood I was to represent the family interest in the probing of the sad affair at the meikle house?

‘I am giving legal advice to Miss Guthrie, Mr Bell. As you may know, she is the American lady who happened to be staying at the castle at the time of Mr Guthrie’s death.’

‘And no doubt, sir, a relation of the laird’s?’

I considered Mr Bell shrewdly. He seemed a most responsible old man and not at all likely to have called merely out of a thirst for gossip. ‘Miss Guthrie is a relation of the dead man and has a near interest in the estate.’

Ewan Bell again gravely inclined his head. ‘What I’ve ventured in about, Mr Wedderburn, is the young people that have gone away – Miss Mathers and the lad Lindsay. I have a thought that if there’s any talk of its being other than an accident that’s befallen at Erchany it will be the strangeness of their going that’s the reason.’

‘Their disappearance is certainly a striking circumstance.’

My visitor weighed this non-committal answer carefully. Then he said: ‘What I’ve come to say is, their going was at the bidding of the laird.’

‘You interest me, Mr Bell. May I invite you to take something against this very trying weather?’

With a severity which contrived to give all the effect of stern refusal Mr Bell agreed to a dram. This was presently brought by Mrs Roberts – I fear it confirmed her in the evil opinion of lawyers which the sheriff’s tolerance of claret had begun – and Mr Bell paused only for a ceremonial word over his glass before producing that letter of Christine Mathers which has been reproduced on an earlier page. I read it through twice with the greatest attention before I spoke. ‘Mr Bell, this is a most significant document. You have no doubt shown it to the police?’

‘I thought, Mr Wedderburn, I’d like the counsel of a well-reputed person like yourself first.’

‘A perfectly proper feeling. But you must take it to the police before the inquiry. And now perhaps you can give me some account of the circumstances in which the letter was received?’

Briefly, Bell outlined that interview with Christine Mathers which is fully described in his narrative. I was a good deal impressed both by the facts and by that interpretation of them which seemed to lie at the back of the Kinkeig shoemaker’s mind. If Guthrie’s final interview with Lindsay in the tower had been arranged not with the purpose of buying him off but of dismissing him in the company of Miss Mathers, then the tone of the interview as reported by Miss Guthrie was a perfectly natural one. And it was conceivable that Guthrie, a highly unstable man unable to reconcile himself to losing his niece to an enemy, had simply committed suicide as Miss Guthrie apparently maintained.

But undoubtedly there was some sort of case against the lad Lindsay. His known enmity towards Guthrie, his dramatic appearance on the tower staircase a minute after Guthrie’s fall, the rifled bureau, his flight with Miss Mathers: these as counts in an indictment were clear enough. He was protected, indeed, chiefly by my client Miss Guthrie’s categorical statement that he had left Guthrie alive and well in the tower. This statement Bell’s testimony and the letter he had produced now reinforced, for they indicated that the difficulties over Lindsay’s suit had been in process of settlement – a settlement the final stage of which Miss Guthrie had witnessed just short of midnight from her hiding-place outside Guthrie’s study. No doubt a person concerned to suggest a case against Lindsay could attempt to place the letter as part of an elaborately contrived plot against Guthrie, but unlikely ingenuity of this sort I did not think it necessary to explore at the moment. I turned to another point.

‘Mr Bell, we have here a very extraordinary situation. Miss Mathers’ letter suggests that she was to be packed off quietly – apparently with the unkindest implications of ignominy – at Christmas. She and her future husband were simply to emigrate and go out of Mr Guthrie’s life. That is strange and harsh enough and would convict the dead man of being more than eccentric in character. But what are we to think of this departure being fixed for the dead of night – and moreover actually insisted upon when that night proved as wild as it did? It is difficult to believe that these young people could have got through the snow alive.’

Bell nodded his head and was silent for a moment. Then he answered my last point first. ‘They took a chance their spirit would drive them to take, setting out in the smother of the storm. But you’ll know, Mr Wedderburn, the wind had dropped within minutes of their leaving, and a bittock moon was coming through forbye. Lindsay, that’s a stout and skilly chiel, would get the lass safely over to his own folk in Mervie. And the next day they’d be at Dunwinnie and away.’

‘It hasn’t been heard if they’ve been traced to Dunwinnie?’

‘That I couldn’t say. But with all the stour and confloption of the curlers there it’s likely enough not. And as for the laird driving them out in secret and at midnight into a storm, it’s just what would fit the black humour of the man.’

‘You think he really did that?’

‘I do.’

‘And that the laird then committed suicide in some sort of despair?’

‘I think that’s the conclusion will be come to, Mr Wedderburn.’

I looked at Ewan Bell curiously. ‘Then how would you account for the gold that has disappeared?’

He was plainly startled. ‘The gold, sir? I know nothing of that.’

‘A drawer in the corner of the study, I understand, has been violently broken open and gold apparently taken from it.’

‘That’s not so hard to explain as you might think, Mr Wedderburn. You’ll notice Christine says Guthrie was going to give her a sum of money – her own – and as for a drawer being opened with violence the laird himself was a right violent man. You’ll be hearing a story soon of the senseless fury he put to the breaking down of a door a while back.’

That Guthrie had himself taken the money from the drawer and given it to Miss Mathers again dovetailed, I noted, with Miss Guthrie’s statement that neither the laird nor Lindsay had moved in the direction of the bureau while Lindsay was in the tower. And once more I was confronted with a hypothetical sequence of events that had marked imaginative coherence: the final and harshly contrived parting, the bitter plunge to death almost as the hour brought in peace on earth and goodwill among men. I contemplated this in silence for some moments…and knew I was dissatisfied.

I rose. ‘Mr Bell, I must be getting up to Erchany. As yet I know far too little to judge of the matter. But I am very grateful to you for coming in. You are an important witness and I shall no doubt see you again this afternoon.’

‘And you think, Mr Wedderburn, it will be suicide proven?’

‘I think the police, or others, must find Lindsay and Miss Mathers. And for the rest – that truth lies at the bottom of the well. By the way, can you tell me anything of a man called Gamley? He was the first to find Mr Guthrie’s body in the moat.’

‘He was grieve at the home farm once, but left after having words with the laird.’

‘Harsh words?’

Bell smiled. ‘It would be hard to find any in these lands that couldn’t remember harsh words with Guthrie of Erchany. But I judge he comes little into this story. He would be but with the lad Lindsay and waiting to give him a hand away. They met in together some time back and had become fast friends.’