I saw at a glance that Colonel Melchett and Inspector1 Slack had not been seeing eye to eye about the case. Melchettlooked flushed and annoyed and the Inspector looked sulky.
“I’m sorry to say,” said Melchett, “that Inspector Slack doesn’t agree with me in considering young Reddinginnocent.”
“If he didn’t do it, what does he go and say he did it for?” asked Slack sceptically.
“Mrs. Protheroe acted in an exactly similar fashion, remember, Slack.”
“That’s different. She’s a woman, and women act in that silly way. I’m not saying she did it for a moment. Sheheard he was accused and she trumped2 up a story. I’m used to that sort of game. You wouldn’t believe the fool thingsI’ve known women do. But Redding’s different. He’s got his head screwed on all right. And if he admits he did it,well, I say he did do it. It’s his pistol—you can’t get away from that. And thanks to this business of Mrs. Protheroe, weknow the motive3. That was the weak point before, but now we know it—why, the whole thing’s plain sailing.”
“You think he can have shot him earlier? At six thirty, say?”
“He can’t have done that.”
“You’ve checked up his movements?”
The Inspector nodded.
“He was in the village near the Blue Boar at ten past six. From there he came along the back lane where you saythe old lady next door saw him—she doesn’t miss much, I should say—and kept his appointment with Mrs. Protheroein the studio in the garden. They left there together just after six thirty, and went along the lane to the village, beingjoined by Dr. Stone. He corroborates4 that all right—I’ve seen him. They all stood talking just by the post office for afew minutes, then Mrs. Protheroe went into Miss Hartnell’s to borrow a gardening magazine. That’s all right too. I’veseen Miss Hartnell. Mrs. Protheroe remained there talking to her till just on seven o’clock when she exclaimed at thelateness of the hour and said she must get home.”
“What was her manner?”
“Very easy and pleasant, Miss Hartnell said. She seemed in good spirits—Miss Hartnell is quite sure there wasnothing on her mind.”
“Well, go on.”
“Redding, he went with Dr. Stone to the Blue Boar and they had a drink together. He left there at twenty minutes toseven, went rapidly along the village street and down the road to the Vicarage. Lots of people saw him.”
“Not down the back lane this time?” commented the Colonel.
“No—he came to the front, asked for the Vicar, heard Colonel Protheroe was there, went in—and shot him—just ashe said he did! That’s the truth of it, and we needn’t look further.”
Melchett shook his head.
“There’s the doctor’s evidence. You can’t get away from that. Protheroe was shot not later than six thirty.”
“Oh, doctors!” Inspector Slack looked contemptuous. “If you’re going to believe doctors. Take out all your teeth—that’s what they do nowadays—and then say they’re very sorry, but all the time it was appendicitis5. Doctors!”
“This isn’t a question of diagnosis6. Dr. Haydock was absolutely positive on the point. You can’t go against themedical evidence, Slack.”
“And there’s my evidence for what it is worth,” I said, suddenly recalling a forgotten incident. “I touched the bodyand it was cold. That I can swear to.”
“You see, Slack?” said Melchett.
“Well, of course, if that’s so. But there it was—a beautiful case. Mr. Redding only too anxious to be hanged, so tospeak.”
“That, in itself, strikes me as a little unnatural,” observed Colonel Melchett.
“Well, there’s no accounting7 for tastes,” said the Inspector. “There’s a lot of gentlemen went a bit balmy after thewar. Now, I suppose, it means starting again at the beginning.” He turned on me. “Why you went out of your way tomislead me about the clock, sir, I can’t think. Obstructing8 the ends of justice, that’s what that was.”
“I tried to tell you on three separate occasions,” I said. “And each time you shut me up and refused to listen.”
“That’s just a way of speaking, sir. You could have told me perfectly9 well if you had had a mind to. The clock andthe note seemed to tally10 perfectly. Now, according to you, the clock was all wrong. I never knew such a case. What’sthe sense of keeping a clock a quarter of an hour fast anyway?”
“It is supposed,” I said, “to induce punctuality.”
“I don’t think we need go further into that now, Inspector,” said Colonel Melchett tactfully. “What we want now isthe true story from both Mrs. Protheroe and young Redding. I telephoned to Haydock and asked him to bring Mrs.
Protheroe over here with him. They ought to be here in about a quarter of an hour. I think it would be as well to haveRedding here first.”
“I’ll get on to the station,” said Inspector Slack, and took up the telephone.
“And now,” he said, replacing the receiver, “we’ll get to work on this room.” He looked at me in a meaningfulfashion.
“Perhaps,” I said, “you’d like me out of the way.”
The Inspector immediately opened the door for me. Melchett called out:
“Come back when young Redding arrives, will you, Vicar? You’re a friend of his and you may have sufficientinfluence to persuade him to speak the truth.”
I found my wife and Miss Marple with their heads together.
“We’ve been discussing all sorts of possibilities,” said Griselda. “I wish you’d solve the case, Miss Marple, likeyou did the time Miss Wetherby’s gill of picked shrimps11 disappeared. And all because it reminded you of somethingquite different about a sack of coals.”
“You’re laughing, my dear,” said Miss Marple, “but after all, that is a very sound way of arriving at the truth. It’sreally what people call intuition and make such a fuss about. Intuition is like reading a word without having to spell itout. A child can’t do that because it has had so little experience. But a grown-up person knows the word becausethey’ve seen it often before. You catch my meaning, Vicar?”
“Yes,” I said slowly, “I think I do. You mean that if a thing reminds you of something else—well, it’s probably thesame kind of thing.”
“Exactly.”
“And what precisely12 does the murder of Colonel Protheroe remind you of?”
Miss Marple sighed.
“That is just the difficulty. So many parallels come to the mind. For instance, there was Major Hargreaves, achurchwarden and a man highly respected in every way. And all the time he was keeping a separate secondestablishment—a former housemaid, just think of it! And five children—actually five children—a terrible shock to hiswife and daughter.”
I tried hard to visualize13 Colonel Protheroe in the r?le of secret sinner and failed.
“And then there was that laundry business,” went on Miss Marple. “Miss Hartnell’s opal pin — left mostimprudently in a frilled blouse and sent to the laundry. And the woman who took it didn’t want it in the least andwasn’t by any means a thief. She simply hid it in another woman’s house and told the police she’d seen this otherwoman take it. Spite, you know, sheer spite. It’s an astonishing motive—spite. A man in it, of course. There alwaysis.”
This time I failed to see any parallel, however remote.
“And then there was poor Elwell’s daughter—such a pretty ethereal girl—tried to stifle14 her little brother. And therewas the money for the Choir15 Boys’ Outing (before your time, Vicar) actually taken by the organist. His wife was sadlyin debt. Yes, this case makes one think so many things—too many. It’s very hard to arrive at the truth.”
“I wish you would tell me,” I said, “who were the seven suspects?”
“The seven suspects?”
“You said you could think of seven people who would—well, be glad of Colonel Protheroe’s death.”
“Did I? Yes, I remember I did.”
“Was that true?”
“Oh! Certainly it was true. But I mustn’t mention names. You can think of them quite easily yourself. I am sure.”
“Indeed I can’t. There is Lettice Protheroe, I suppose, since she probably comes into money on her father’s death.
But it is absurd to think of her in such a connection, and outside her I can think of nobody.”
“And you, my dear?” said Miss Marple, turning to Griselda.
Rather to my surprise Griselda coloured up. Something very like tears started into her eyes. She clenched16 both hersmall hands.
“Oh!” she cried indignantly. “People are hateful—hateful. The things they say! The beastly things they say….”
I looked at her curiously17. It is very unlike Griselda to be so upset. She noticed my glance and tried to smile.
“Don’t look at me as though I were an interesting specimen18 you didn’t understand, Len. Don’t let’s get heated andwander from the point. I don’t believe that it was Lawrence or Anne, and Lettice is out of the question. There must besome clue or other that would help us.”
“There is the note, of course,” said Miss Marple. “You will remember my saying this morning that that struck meas exceedingly peculiar19.”
“It seems to fix the time of his death with remarkable20 accuracy,” I said. “And yet, is that possible? Mrs. Protheroewould only have just left the study. She would hardly have had time to reach the studio. The only way in which I canaccount for it is that he consulted his own watch and that his watch was slow. That seems to me a feasible solution.”
“I have another idea,” said Griselda. “Suppose, Len, that the clock had already been put back—no, that comes tothe same thing—how stupid of me!”
“It hadn’t been altered when I left,” I said. “I remember comparing it with my watch. Still, as you say, that has nobearing on the present matter.”
“What do you think, Miss Marple?” asked Griselda.
“My dear, I confess I wasn’t thinking about it from that point of view at all. What strikes me as so curious, and hasdone from the first, is the subject matter of that letter.”
“I don’t see that,” I said. “Colonel Protheroe merely wrote that he couldn’t wait any longer—”
“At twenty minutes past six?” said Miss Marple. “Your maid, Mary, had already told him that you wouldn’t be intill half past six at the earliest, and he appeared to be quite willing to wait until then. And yet at twenty past six he sitsdown and says he ‘can’t wait any longer.’”
I stared at the old lady, feeling an increased respect for her mental powers. Her keen wits had seen what we hadfailed to perceive. It was an odd thing—a very odd thing.
“If only,” I said, “the letter hadn’t been dated—”
Miss Marple nodded her head.
“Exactly,” she said. “If it hadn’t been dated!”
I cast my mind back, trying to recall that sheet of notepaper and the blurred21 scrawl22, and at the top that neatlyprinted 6:20. Surely these figures were on a different scale to the rest of the letter. I gave a gasp23.
“Supposing,” I said, “it wasn’t dated. Supposing that round about 6:30 Colonel Protheroe got impatient and satdown to say he couldn’t wait any longer. And as he was sitting there writing, someone came in through the window—”
“Or through the door,” suggested Griselda.
“He’d hear the door and look up.”
“Colonel Protheroe was rather deaf, you remember,” said Miss Marple.
“Yes, that’s true. He wouldn’t hear it. Whichever way the murderer came, he stole up behind the Colonel and shothim. Then he saw the note and the clock and the idea came to him. He put 6:20 at the top of the letter and he alteredthe clock to 6:22. It was a clever idea. It gave him, or so he would think, a perfect alibi24.”
“And what we want to find,” said Griselda, “is someone who has a cast-iron alibi for 6:20, but no alibi at all for—well, that isn’t so easy. One can’t fix the time.”
“We can fix it within very narrow limits,” I said. “Haydock places 6:30 as the outside limit of time. I suppose onecould perhaps shift it to 6:35 from the reasoning we have just been following out, it seems clear that Protheroe wouldnot have got impatient before 6:30. I think we can say we do know pretty well.”
“Then that shot I heard—yes, I suppose it is quite possible. And I thought nothing about it—nothing at all. Mostvexing. And yet, now I try to recollect25, it does seem to me that it was different from the usual sort of shot one hears.
Yes, there was a difference.”
“Louder?” I suggested.
No, Miss Marple didn’t think it had been louder. In fact, she found it hard to say in what way it had been different,but she still insisted that it was.
I thought she was probably persuading herself of the fact rather than actually remembering it, but she had justcontributed such a valuable new outlook to the problem that I felt highly respectful towards her.
She rose, murmuring that she must really get back—it had been so tempting26 just to run over and discuss the casewith dear Griselda. I escorted her to the boundary wall and the back gate and returned to find Griselda wrapped inthought.
“Still puzzling over that note?” I asked.
“No.”
She gave a sudden shiver and shook her shoulders impatiently.
“Len, I’ve been thinking. How badly someone must have hated Anne Protheroe!”
“Hated her?”
“Yes. Don’t you see? There’s no real evidence against Lawrence—all the evidence against him is what you mightcall accidental. He just happens to take it into his head to come here. If he hadn’t—well, no one would have thought ofconnecting him with the crime. But Anne is different. Suppose someone knew that she was here at exactly 6:20—theclock and the time on the letter—everything pointing to her. I don’t think it was only because of an alibi it was movedto that exact time—I think there was more in it than that—a direct attempt to fasten the business on her. If it hadn’tbeen for Miss Marple saying she hadn’t got the pistol with her and noticing that she was only a moment before goingdown to the studio—Yes, if it hadn’t been for that …” She shivered again. “Len, I feel that someone hated AnneProtheroe very much. I—I don’t like it.”
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