ALL THAT MRS ’ENDERSON KNEW
Mrs Henderson put her hands under her apron and smirked.
‘Well, Mr Phillips, it do sound strange to ’ear you talkin’ to me like
that. Anybody’d think I’d done something as I didn’t ought to ’a’ done
to ’ear you going on. As for what’s ’appened, I’ll tell you all I know
with the greatest willingness on earth. And as for bein’ careful, there
ain’t no call for you to tell me to be that, for that I always am, as
by now you ought to know.’
‘Yes,--I do know. Is that all you have to say?’
‘Rilly, Mr Phillips, what a man you are for catching people up, you
rilly are. O’ course that ain’t all I’ve got to say,--ain’t I just
a-comin’ to it?’
‘Then come.’
‘If you presses me so you’ll muddle of me up, and then if I do ’appen
to make a herror, you’ll say I’m a liar, when goodness knows there
ain’t no more truthful woman not in Limehouse.’
Words plainly trembled on the Inspector’s lips,--which he refrained
from uttering. Mrs Henderson cast her eyes upwards, as if she sought
for inspiration from the filthy ceiling.
‘So far as I can swear it might ’ave been a hour ago, or it might ’ave
been a hour and a quarter, or it might ’ave been a hour and twenty
minutes--’
‘We’re not particular as to the seconds.’
‘When I ’ears a knockin’ at my front door, and when I comes to open it,
there was a Harab party, with a great bundle on ’is ’ead, bigger nor
’isself, and two other parties along with him. This Harab party says,
in that queer foreign way them Harab parties ’as of talkin’, “A room
for the night, a room.” Now I don’t much care for foreigners, and never
did, especially them Harabs, which their ’abits ain’t my own,--so I as
much ’ints the same. But this ’ere Harab party, he didn’t seem to quite
foller of my meaning, for all he done was to say as he said afore, “A
room for the night, a room.” And he shoves a couple of ’arf crowns into
my ’and. Now it’s always been a motter o’ mine, that money is money,
and one man’s money is as good as another man’s. So, not wishing to be
disagreeable--which other people would have taken ’em if I ’adn’t, I
shows ’em up ’ere. I’d been downstairs it might ’ave been ’arf a hour,
when I ’ears a shindy a-coming from this room--’
‘What sort of a shindy?’
‘Yelling and shrieking--oh my gracious, it was enough to set your blood
all curdled,--for ear-piercingness I never did ’ear nothing like it. We
do ’ave troublesome parties in ’ere, like they do elsewhere, but I
never did ’ear nothing like that before. I stood it for about a minute,
but it kep’ on, and kep’ on, and every moment I expected as the other
parties as was in the ’ouse would be complainin’, so up I comes and I
thumps at the door, and it seemed that thump I might for all the notice
that was took of me.’
‘Did the noise keep on?’
‘Keep on! I should think it did keep on! Lord love you! shriek after
shriek, I expected to see the roof took off.’
‘Were there any other noises? For instance, were there any sounds of
struggling, or of blows?’
‘There weren’t no sounds except of the party hollering.’
‘One party only?’
‘One party only. As I says afore, shriek after shriek,--when you put
your ear to the panel there was a noise like some other party
blubbering, but that weren’t nothing, as for the hollering you wouldn’t
have thought that nothing what you might call ’umin could ’ave kep’ up
such a screechin’. I thumps and thumps and at last when I did think
that I should ’ave to ’ave the door broke down, the Harab says to me
from inside, “Go away! I pay for the room! go away!” I did think that
pretty good, I tell you that. So I says, “Pay for the room or not pay
for the room, you didn’t pay to make that shindy!” And what’s more I
says, “If I ’ear it again,” I says, “out you goes! And if you don’t go
quiet I’ll ’ave somebody in as’ll pretty quickly make you!”’
‘Then was there silence?’
‘So to speak there was,--only there was this sound as if some party was
a-blubbering, and another sound as if a party was a-panting for his
breath.’
‘Then what happened?’
‘Seeing that, so to speak, all was quiet, down I went again. And in
another quarter of a hour, or it might ’ave been twenty minutes, I went
to the front door to get a mouthful of hair. And Mrs Barker, what lives
over the road, at No. 24, she comes to me and says, “That there Arab
party of yours didn’t stop long.” I looks at ’er, “I don’t quite foller
you,” I says,--which I didn’t. “I saw him come in,” she says, “and
then, a few minutes back, I see ’im go again, with a great bundle on
’is ’ead he couldn’t ’ardly stagger under!” “Oh,” I says, “that’s news
to me, I didn’t know ’e’d gone, nor see him neither--” which I didn’t.
So, up I comes again, and, sure enough, the door was open, and it seems
to me that the room was empty, till I come upon this poor young man
what was lying be’ind the bed.’
There was a growl from the doctor.
‘If you’d had any sense, and sent for me at once, he might have been
alive at this moment.’
‘’Ow was I to know that, Dr Glossop? I couldn’t tell. My finding ’im
there murdered was quite enough for me. So I runs downstairs, and I
nips ’old of ’Gustus Barley, what was leaning against the wall, and I
says to him, “’Gustus Barley, run to the station as fast as you can and
tell ’em that a man’s been murdered,--that Harab’s been and killed a
bloke.” And that’s all I know about it, and I couldn’t tell you no
more, Mr Phillips, not if you was to keep on asking me questions not
for hours and hours.’
‘Then you think it was this man’--with a motion towards the bed--‘who
was shrieking?’
‘To tell you the truth, Mr Phillips, about that I don’t ’ardly know
what to think. If you ’ad asked me I should ’ave said it was a woman. I
ought to know a woman’s holler when I ’ear it, if any one does, I’ve
’eard enough of ’em in my time, goodness knows. And I should ’ave said
that only a woman could ’ave hollered like that and only ’er when she
was raving mad. But there weren’t no woman with him. There was only
this man what’s murdered, and the other man,--and as for the other man
I will say this, that ’e ’adn’t got twopennyworth of clothes to cover
’im. But, Mr Phillips, howsomever that may be, that’s the last Harab
I’ll ’ave under my roof, no matter what they pays, and you may mark my
words I’ll ’ave no more.’
Mrs Henderson, once more glancing upward, as if she imagined herself to
have made some declaration of a religious nature, shook her head with
much solemnity.