‘You didn’t get a look at his face?’

There was a long silence, and then Ratty turned frightened eyes up to the Inspector. ‘’E dint ’ave no face!’

‘Hmm,’ mused Sharrock, ‘perhaps he wore a mask for disguise. Common amongst burglars and the like. And you are quite sure that when you saw Mr Eckley coming out of the school he had a silver watch and chain?’

Ratty took a mouthful of bread and nodded emphatically.

Frances was about to ask if the watch was missing from the body, but Sharrock hurried on into another question.

‘So what else did you see when you were keeping lookout before? Thieves and gamblers and drunkards I expect?’

Ratty swallowed and licked his lips. ‘Yes, ’n gents wiv doxies, which was very interestin’, and gents wiv soldiers, which I din’t understand at all. An’ the gent what wuz killed, ’e was there too, yest’rday, meetin’ another gent. Only not for what the gents wiv soldiers did.’

Sharrock remained impassive. ‘Can you describe the other gent?’

‘Old, short, bald ’ead. Dressed like a good’un.’

Sharrock pulled a battered notebook from his pocket and scrawled on a page.

‘An’ ’e were called Dr Goodwin, ’cos that’s what Mr Eckerley called ’im. ’N ’e called ’im lots ’v other words too, what weren’t polite, ’n then they ’ad a big argumentation.’

‘Oh dear!’ said Frances again.

Sharrock gave a deep sigh. ‘What do you know about this, Miss Doughty?’

‘You must have seen it in the newspapers; Dr Goodwin is currently suing the school since they dismissed his son from his appointment. But there is more to it than that: Mr Eckley insulted Dr Goodwin by saying that deaf people should not marry and Dr Goodwin is the son of deaf parents. The men are also in hot disagreement about how deaf children should be taught. Dr Goodwin wanted the matter aired in court, and I am afraid Mr Eckley has been attempting to make it a personal affair by trying to discover something to damage Dr Goodwin’s reputation. He wanted to engage me and I refused, but it seems he found another detective, and Dr Goodwin recently learned that someone was asking about him in the hopes of uncovering a scandal. I recommended that they try to settle the matter amicably through their solicitors. They should not have been meeting in private at all.’

‘Did you hear what they said?’ Sharrock asked Ratty.

‘The doc, ’e wanted t’ know what Eckerly wuz doin’ of, and tole ’im t’ stop or else, and Eckerly laughed and said the doc dare not take it to law or ’e w’d be found out.’

‘Was there any violence between the men?’

‘Nah.’

‘Or threats of violence?’

‘The doc, ’e shook ’is fist ’n said Ecklerly was not attackin’ ’im ’cos ’e ’ad nothing to be ashamed of, but there wuz a lady involved and that was a bad thing.’

Frances thought back to Mr Dromgoole’s letter and wondered if the woman he had accused of being Dr Goodwin’s paramour did actually exist; not that this was in itself any evidence of wrongdoing.

‘Well it all sounds a bit unsavoury to me.’ Sharrock shook his head. ‘I know what goes on round here, and these respectable types they think it’s all the lowlifes who gets up to things but they’re all as bad as each other. Just some of them hide it better and make more of a noise about how proper they are.’ He raked his hands through his brush of hair. ‘I prefer the lowlifes, you know where you are with them, but these doctors and professors and all their prancing about don’t impress me. If Goodwin has an alibi, all the better for him, but if not, he’s going to have to answer some hard questions.’

Cedric arranged for a cab to take them all home. Frances was pleased to see that Ratty, who was regarding Sarah like the mother he had probably never known, had recovered from his ordeal. ‘Why do gents always quarrel about ladies?’ he asked.

‘A gentleman, if he is a true gentleman, will always protect the honour of a lady,’ Cedric advised.

‘Even doxies?’ queried Ratty.

‘A doxy may be a good woman too, perhaps even better than some ladies I have known. But surely Dr Goodwin and Mr Eckley were not at loggerheads over a doxy?’

‘D’no,’ said Ratty. ‘She were called Mrs Pearce, that’s all I ’eard.’

‘Pearce?’ exclaimed Frances, startled. ‘You are sure it was Mrs and not Miss?’

‘Yeh. ’Cos the doc said she were a spectable widder.’

Was it possible, wondered Frances, that this Mrs Pearce was the late mother of Harriett Antrobus and Charlotte Pearce? Could she have been the married woman mentioned in Dromgoole’s letter, the deaf lady and patient of Dr Goodwin who was also supposedly his mistress and the mother of Isaac Goodwin? If Dromgoole had made this accusation to Edwin Antrobus’ face, then it was another reason for a bitter quarrel. ‘I cannot believe that Dr Goodwin is a murderer,’ she concluded.

‘If he is not then we must hope he has a good alibi,’ said Cedric. ‘And thanks to young Ratty here we know the exact time of the murder to the minute.’

There was one small matter Frances wished to resolve. ‘What did you say to the desk sergeant that shocked him so?’

Cedric smiled. ‘Only that I knew his little secret.’

‘And do you?’

‘No, but all men have them, why would he be any different?’

Frances realised that in the absence of further information there was nothing she could, or indeed should, do. If Dr Goodwin was cleared then all was well. The next day, however, she returned to Paddington Green, hoping to learn more, and was told by Constable Mayberry that Dr Goodwin did not have an alibi for the time of the murder and was in custody, being questioned.

After less than a year in the force Mayberry, a slender youth of about eighteen, with no pretensions to brains or imagination, was becoming a competent young officer under the steely eye of Inspector Sharrock. The main qualities Sharrock looked for in a constable were sobriety, obedience and energy, all of which Mayberry was able to demonstrate, and as a result, whenever Sharrock wanted a constable to accompany him to the scene of a crime, Mayberry was his first choice. The constable had witnessed both the lady detectives’ methods of exposing the misdeeds of criminals and consequently was always respectful to Frances and terrified of Sarah. ‘It was all very strange here last night,’ Mayberry revealed, ‘what with Dr Goodwin being brought in and then a minute afterwards his son arrived, and him being deaf as a post and not able to speak, and very upset, we had a fine time. But he was brought pen and paper, and next thing he had written out a confession to the murder. Said he did it because Mr Eckley was trying to ruin his father.’

Frances tried unsuccessfully to reconcile the anxious boy with a knife-wielding murderer. ‘Has he been charged?’

‘No, because when the Inspector asked him some questions it turned out he didn’t know the first thing about it. Then the maidservant came in and she said he was at home all the time, but the doctor was out. I think he just said it to save his father.’

‘I am glad to hear that. It was a terribly misguided thing to do. I hope the Inspector wasn’t too hard on Mr Goodwin.’

‘No, well, he saw it was family feeling and let him off. Gave him a stiff talking-to first, mind. Not that the son could hear it but I think the Inspector made himself very clear.’

‘Where is Mr Goodwin now?’

‘The Inspector sent him home with the maid.’

Frances, hopeful that this strand of the enquiry would be dropped without her intervention, decided to await developments and returned to her apartment. There she found Mr Gillan waiting for her, anticipating a sensational story for the Chronicle.

‘The whole of Bayswater is awash with rumour!’ chortled Gillan excitedly. ‘Some say Dr Goodwin has been murdering all his patients for the last twenty years, some say he has been seducing every female he sees. What do you say, Miss Doughty?’ He poised a pencil over a page in his notebook.