“Well, that was very natural,” said the Coroner, “and I hope you were satisfied.”
“Yes, sir, I was. There was nothing wrong with that boat as regards the work I did to her. I examined every corner of her there on the lighter up the pill where Captain Searle had put her. She had sunk on sandy bottom. I asked the diver about that, and he told me so. She had not touched the ridge at all. The ridge was a clear five feet away. She was lying on sand, and there wasn’t the mark of a rock on her.”
He paused. The Coroner looked at him expectantly.
“Well?” he said, “is that all you want to say?”
“No, sir,” said Tabb emphatically, “it’s not. What I want to know is this. Who drove the holes in her planking? Rocks didn’t do it. The nearest rock was five feet away. Besides, they weren’t the sort of marks made by a rock. They were holes. Done with a spike.”
I did not look at him. I was looking at the floor. There was oilcloth laid on the boards. Green oilcloth. I looked at it.
I wondered why the Coroner did not say something. Why did the pause last so long? When he spoke at last his voice sounded rather far away.
“What do you mean?” he said, “what sort of holes?”
“There were three of them altogether,” said the boatbuilder, “one right for’ard, by her chain locker, on her starboard planking, below the water-line. The other two close together amidships, underneath her floor boards in the bottom. The ballast had been shifted too. It was lying loose. And that’s not all. The sea-cocks had been turned on.”
“The sea-cocks? What are they?” asked the Coroner.
“The fitting that plugs the pipes leading from a washbasin or lavatory, sir. Mrs. de Winter had a little place fitted up right aft. And there was a sink for’ard, where the washing-up was done. There was a sea-cock there, and another in the lavatory. These are always kept tight closed when you’re under way, otherwise the water would flow in. When I examined the boat yesterday both sea-cocks were turned full on.”
It was hot, much too hot. Why didn’t they open a window? We should be suffocated if we sat here with the air like this, and there were so many people, all breathing the same air, so many people.
“With those holes in her planking, sir, and the sea-cocks not closed, it wouldn’t take long for a small boat like her to sink. Not much more than ten minutes, I should say. Those holes weren’t there when the boat left my yard. I was proud of my work and so was Mrs. de Winter. It’s my opinion, sir, that the boat never capsized at all. She was deliberately scuttled.”
I must try and get out of the door. I must try and go back to the waiting room again. There was no air left in this place, and the person next to me was pressing close, close… Someone in front of me was standing up, and they were talking, too, they were all talking. I did not know what was happening. I could not see anything. It was hot, so very hot. The Coroner was asking everybody to be silent. And he said something about “Mr. de Winter.” I could not see. That woman’s hat was in front of me. Maxim was standing up now. I could not look at him. I must not look at him. I felt like this once before. When was it? I don’t know. I don’t remember. Oh, yes, with Mrs. Danvers. The time Mrs. Danvers stood with me by the window. Mrs. Danvers was in this place now, listening to the Coroner. Maxim was standing up over there. The heat was coming up at me from the floor, rising in slow waves. It reached my hands, wet and slippery, it touched my neck, my chin, my face.
“Mr. de Winter, you heard the statement from James Tabb, who had the care of Mrs. de Winter’s boat? Do you know anything of these holes driven in the planking?”
“Nothing whatever.”
“Can you think of any reason why they should be there?”
“No, of course not.”
“It’s the first time you have heard them mentioned?”
“Yes.”
“It’s a shock to you, of course?”
“It was shock enough to learn that I made a mistake in identification over twelve months ago, and now I learn that my late wife was not only drowned in the cabin of her boat, but that holes were bored in the boat with the deliberate intent of letting in the water so that the boat should sink. Does it surprise you that I should be shocked?”
No, Maxim. No. You will put his back up. You heard what Frank said. You must not put his back up. Not that voice. Not that angry voice, Maxim. He won’t understand. Please, darling, please. Oh, God, don’t let Maxim lose his temper. Don’t let him lose his temper.