CHAPTER I
MADAME LUNA
āOh, Mr. Thorādonāt you remember me?ā
Thor, who had spent the last hour in the restaurant car, had resumed his seat with only a casual glance at the woman who had established herself in the seat facing his during his absence. Now that she had spoken he recognised her. He had been spending a few days at an East coast resort at the close of the summer season two years previously. She had been doing palmistry at the end of the pier, but clients had been few and she was in pitiful straits. Thor, seeing her wan little face peering wistfully out of her booth, had given her five shillings, double her usual fee, for a hand reading; and, after hearing her story, had paid her debts and helped her to get back to London.
He had neither seen her nor heard from her since. He was a serious student of the occult, and, as such, he sometimes regretted the traffic in amulets and horoscopes carried on by the possessors of a small psychic gift who picked up a precarious living on the fringes of the spiritualist movement; but he knew their difficulties and their temptations, and he would always help them if he could. He was a man of independent means, and, since his motherās death, with no family ties. He had spent some years in the East. On his return he had taken a flat in a block off Vincent Square, where he lived with an old family servant as his housekeeper. He was gradually becoming known as an authority on what had hitherto been a kind of No Manās Land between that covered by the C.I.D. and the alienist. Though he prided himself on never turning away a client in real need of his help he only undertook cases that made an appeal either to his scientific curiosity, or to a heart that was softer than his lean, harsh-featured face and his aloof manner indicated. He had just concluded an enquiry in the Midlands and he was conscious of both bodily and mental fatigue, but there was nothing in his manner to betray the fact that he would rather have been left to doze in his corner until the outskirts of London were reached.
āOf course I remember you,ā he said, smiling.
She had not altered much. A little shabbier perhaps and more shrunken. Living on her nerves, he thought, and on not much else.
āI hope you are doing better now,ā he said.
āI was,ā she said. āIāve been developing as a medium, and I made some good friends. But I was engaged to do palmistry at a bazaar up in Manchester. My landlady there persuaded me to stay on a week. She said lots of her friends would come to me. Well, several didāand thenāI shall never know who complained to the police, but someone did. They sent a policemanās wife and sister to ask a lot of questions, and I was led into saying more than I should. A trap. Well,ā she added, with a bitter little laugh, āI suppose I may think myself lucky. I might have had three months, and they only gave me three weeks in the first division. I told them I had my little girl depending on me, I wouldnāt have minded so much if it hadnāt been for her.ā
āThere was someone to look after her in your absence?ā
āMy landlady. Sheās not a bad sort, but easy going.ā
āYou are going back to her now?ā
Madame Lunaās worn little face lit up, and for an instant she looked quite pretty. āSheās everything to me,ā she said.
āHow old is she?ā
āFive.ā
āA pretty age,ā said Thor. āYou must let me help you again. I seem to have brought you luck last time since you found friends after our meeting. Perhaps I shall bring you luck again.ā He took out his pocket book and extracted ten one pound notes.
āDonāt worry about repayment. Let me hear from you if there is anything I can do.ā
The tired brown eyes of the little palmist filled with tears.
āYouāre too kind,ā she faltered.
The train was entering Euston. There was no time for more. She tried to kiss his hand but he prevented her. The last he saw of her she was toiling down the platform, weighed down by her suit-case. A porter was collecting his luggage and his attention was distracted. When he glanced round again she had disappeared in the crowd.
He secured a taxi and drove back to his flat. Mrs. Jeal received him with head shakings. She had never overcome her disapproval of his activities. āYou look worn out, Mr. Cosmo. I wish folkād leave you alone. You want a rest.ā
He was glancing through the letters that had come for him by the morning post. āIāll take a long week-end off anyhow,ā he said. āThe Willetts have asked me down to Sharings.ā
The old woman beamed. āAh, there wonāt be no trouble there.ā
The Willetts were a placid, prosperous couple, devoted to their three charming childrenāThor was godfather to the youngestāand to their garden. Thor came back to London on Tuesday, having spent most of his waking hours under a cedar on the lawn.
He was feeling decidedly better.
āAny callers?ā
Mrs. Jeal answered reluctantly. āThere was one. A person calling herself Madame Loony, or some such name.ā
She had brought her masterās tea into the sitting-room and was standing by while he poured out his first cup.
Thor looked up at her quickly. āMadame Luna? What did she want?ā
He was frowning slightly. He had given the woman ten pounds. He had not expected her to appeal to him again so soon.
āShe didnāt say. She came not an hour after you left on Friday, asking to see you. Very flustered, she seemed, and as white as a sheet. I told her it was no use, that youād gone on holiday.ā
āWhat did she say to that?ā
Mrs. Jeal showed a trace of embarrassment. āShe seemed upset.ā
Thorās manner hardened. āI want a plain answer. What did she say?ā
The old housekeeper answered sulkily. āShe said āMy God! Canāt I get at him?ā and I said, āYou can call again Tuesday evening. Heāll be here then,ā I said, ābut for the present heās taking a rest. Heās flesh and blood like other folk,ā I said, but I doubt if she heard me. She was off down the stairs.ā
āYou should, have asked her to wait while you rang me up at Sharings,ā said her master sternly.
āIām sorry,ā she muttered, ābut I wanted you to have a rest from them all. Theyāre always after you with this and that.ā
āI know you meant well,ā he said more gently, ābut you must not try to stand between me and my work. Wellāshe may call this evening. Show her in if she does.ā
But Madame Luna did not come again.
Thor was troubled by her non-appearance. He had done his best for her, he had no responsibility, and yet he felt responsible. He had told her to come to him. He was thinking of her when the bell rang the following evening. It was rather late. He had just left his tiny dining-room, and Mrs. Jeal was preparing the coffee. He heard her go to the door, but the visitor she ushered in was a man, Inspector Hugh Collier, of the Criminal Investigation Department at Scotland Yard.
Some time previously a case of alleged haunting which Thor had been asked to investigate had proved to be a fraud intended to mask a cunningly contrived murder. Thor had communicated with the Yard. During the trial at which he had appeared as a witness for the Crown he had met the young Inspector. The two had become excellent friends, and though weeks often passed without their meeting Collier was sure to find his way sooner or later to Vincent Square.
āYou were expecting somebody? Iām not butting in?ā said Collier as they shook hands.
āNot at all. But how did you know?ā
āYour housekeeper told me. Her face fell so perceptibly when she opened the door and saw that it was only an arm of the law,ā said Collier, smiling. āI donāt think she cares much for policemen, even in mufti.ā
He broke off as Mrs. Jeal came in with the coffee. Her manner was unusually subdued. āYouāll see theāMadam Lunaāif she comes, sir?ā
āOf course.ā
When she had left them Thor turned to the younger man. āIād rather like to tell you about thisāunofficially,ā he said.
āIs it ināin your special line?ā asked Collier. āYou know Iāve never touched any of this occult stuff, though Iāve got an open mind and all that.ā
āNo, no. Itās, as far as I know, a material dilemma.ā Thor went on to describe his first meeting with the palmist on the pier at Salthaven and the second in the train a few days previously, and her subsequent call at the flat.
Collier listened attentively, lying back in one of his hostās comfortable chairs, sipping his excellent coffee, and smoking a much better cigar than he could himself afford. He had had a hard day at the Yard and he was glad to relax, but if his friend wanted his help he was ready to give it.
He reflected a minute before he made any comment.
āI gather sheās an hysterical neurotic type. Perhaps being tearful and exclamatory doesnāt mean much in her case,ā he suggested. āFor instance, she might have found there were still some bills owing when sheād spent your ten pounds, and thought sheād touch you for another fiver. Since you were away she may have found another friend to tide her over. Probably thatās all there is to it.ā
āYou may be right,ā said Thor. āI hope you are. But did I say she was hysterical and neurotic? I donāt think she is. Impulsive, certainly, and with the lack of poise that comes from living from hand to mouth. And three weeks of square meals in prison hadnāt made up for years of under-nourishment. Sheās a pathetic little soul, Collier, and as honest as she can afford to be I am certain.ā
The man from the Yard shook his head. āIf you knew as much about the seamy side as I do, sir.ā
āI do know a little,ā Thor said grimly.
āWellāwhat do you want me to do?ā
Thor hesitated. āI hardly know. If I had her address Iād go and see her. Iāve looked in the advertising columns of Light and all the other papers, but sheās not in any of them. I suppose after a conviction for fortune telling she would have to lie low for a while.ā
āShe certainly would. What are you afraid of? That sheāll turn on the gasāsomething of that sort?ā
Thor nodded. āSheās got her child to support, and sheās devoted to her. Iām worried about her, Collier.ā
āIāll find her for you,ā said the young detective. āCould you give me a short description?ā
Thor complied and Collier scribbled some notes in his book.
āSounds like nine women out of ten,ā he said pessimistically. āThis standardised ready-made clothing is the devil. Well, Iāll do my best to round her up for you, but I hope she comes back of her own accord to set your mind at rest.ā
He called again three evenings later.
āAny news?ā
āNo,ā said Thor.
āI see,ā Collier hesitated a moment. āThereās a womanās body been found at the foot of a cliff in south Devon. Iām afraidāshe sounds uncommonly like your Madame Luna. She hasnāt been identified. Hereās the account in the local paper. Iāll read it, shall I?ā
āPlease,ā said Thor.
āANOTHER FATALITY ON BARME HEAD
āThe absence of a warning notice and an adequate railing along the cliff edge is believed to have caused the death of the woman whose body was found last Sunday afternoon on the rocks three hundred feet below. There was a train excursion to Barme on Saturday and the deceased is supposed to have come with it. Her handbag is believed to have been washed out to sea as her body would have been if it had not become wedged in a cleft of rock. There were no marks on her underclothing. She is described as between thirty and forty, about five feet three inches in height, ill-nourished, short black hair, unwaved, brown eyes, three teeth missing in lower jaw. No scars but mark of a recent burn on the forefinger of her right hand.ā
āI donāt know about the burn, but the rest of the description tallies with yours.ā
āI remember now,ā said Thor, āshe burnt her finger while we were talking. She was lighting a cigarette and she did not blow out the match quick enough. She was very on edge then, hardly knew what she was doing. It was on Friday afternoon she came here, very agitated. Suicide? What was she doing at Barme?ā
āThis woman may not be Madame Luna,ā said Collier. āI wish Iād known before. The inquest is over now and sheās been buried.ā
āWhat was the coronerās verdict?ā
āOh, accidental, and a rider from the jury about putting up a fence. Of course it may be O.K. There was a good deal of mist along the coast at the time.ā
āWell, Iāll have a look round,ā said Thor.
āYou will?ā Collierās tone betrayed his satisfaction. āIām glad. Between you and me that sort of accident isnāt very good for a place and is too apt to be glossed over. We canāt butt in unasked, you know, but you, being a free lanceāeven so youāll have to handle the local police carefully.ā
Thor smiled faintly. āI probably shanāt go near them. But in most of my cases I have to steer a difficult course between the Scylla of medical etiquette and the Charybdis of the law. And I donāt really think this poor woman can be Madame ...