II nspector Neele found Mrs. Percival in her own sitting room upstairs, writing letters. She got up rather nervouslywhen he came in.
“Is there anything—what—are there—”
“Please sit down, Mrs. Fortescue. There are only just a few more questions I would like to ask you.”
“Oh, yes. Yes, of course, Inspector2. It’s all so dreadful, isn’t it? So very dreadful.”
She sat down rather nervously1 in an armchair. Inspector Neele sat down in the small, straight chair near her. Hestudied her rather more carefully than he had done heretofore. In someways a mediocre3 type of woman, he thought—and thought also that she was not very happy. Restless, unsatisfied, limited in mental outlook, yet he thought she mighthave been efficient and skilled in her own profession of hospital nurse. Though she had achieved leisure by hermarriage with a well-to-do man, leisure had not satisfied her. She bought clothes, read novels and ate sweets, but heremembered her avid4 excitement on the night of Rex Fortescue’s death, and he saw in it not so much a ghoulishsatisfaction but rather a revelation of the arid5 deserts of boredom6 which encompassed7 her life. Her eyelids8 flutteredand fell before his searching glance. They gave her the appearance of being both nervous and guilty, but he could notbe sure that that was really the case.
“I’m afraid,” he said soothingly9, “we have to ask people questions again and again. It must be very tiresome10 foryou all. I do appreciate that, but so much hangs, you understand, on the exact timing11 of events. You came down to tearather late, I understand? In fact, Miss Dove came up and fetched you.”
“Yes. Yes, she did. She came and said tea was in. I had no idea it was so late. I’d been writing letters.”
Inspector Neele just glanced over at the writing desk.
“I see,” he said. “Somehow or other, I thought you’d been out for a walk.”
“Did she say so? Yes—now I believe you’re right. I had been writing letters; then it was so stuffy12 and my headached so I went out and—er—went for a walk. Only round the garden.”
“I see. You didn’t meet anyone?”
“Meet anyone?” She stared at him. “What do you mean?”
“I just wondered if you’d seen anybody or anybody had seen you during this walk of yours.”
“I saw the gardener in the distance, that’s all.” She was looking at him suspiciously.
“Then you came in, came up here to your room and you were just taking your things off when Miss Dove came totell you that tea was ready?”
“Yes. Yes, and so I came down.”
“And who was there?”
“Adele and Elaine, and a minute or two later Lance arrived. My brother-in-law, you know. The one who’s comeback from Kenya.”
“And then you all had tea?”
“Yes, we had tea. Then Lance went up to see Aunt Effie and I came up here to finish my letters. I left Elaine therewith Adele.”
He nodded reassuringly13.
“Yes. Miss Fortescue seems to have been with Mrs. Fortescue for quite five or ten minutes after you left. Yourhusband hadn’t come home yet?”
“Oh no. Percy—Val—didn’t get home until about half past six or seven. He’d been kept up in town.”
“He came back by train?”
“Yes. He took a taxi from the station.”
“Was it unusual for him to come back by train?”
“He does sometimes. Not very often. I think he’d been to places in the city where it’s rather difficult to park the car.
It was easier for him to take a train home from Cannon14 Street.”
“I see,” said Inspector Neele. He went on: “I asked your husband if Mrs. Fortescue had made a will before shedied. He said he thought not. I suppose you don’t happen to have any idea?”
To his surprise Jennifer Fortescue nodded vigorously.
“Oh, yes,” she said. “Adele made a will. She told me so.”
“Indeed! When was this?”
“Oh, it wasn’t very long ago. About a month ago, I think.”
“That’s very interesting,” said Inspector Neele.
Mrs. Percival leant forward eagerly. Her face now was all animation15. She clearly enjoyed exhibiting her superiorknowledge.
“Val didn’t know about it,” she said. “Nobody knew. It just happened that I found out about it. I was in the street. Ihad just come out of the stationer’s, then I saw Adele coming out of the solicitor’s office. Ansell and Worrall’s, youknow. In the High Street.”
“Ah,” said Neele, “the local solicitors16?”
“Yes. And I said to Adele: ‘Whatever have you been doing there?’ I said. And she laughed and said: ‘Wouldn’tyou like to know?’ And then as we walked along together she said: ‘I’ll tell you, Jennifer. I’ve been making my will.’
‘Well,’ I said, ‘why are you doing that, Adele, you’re not ill or anything, are you?’ And she said no, of course shewasn’t ill. She’d never felt better. But everyone ought to make a will. She said she wasn’t going to those stuck-upfamily solicitors in London, Mr. Billingsley. She said the old sneak17 would go round and tell the family. ‘No,’ she said,‘my will’s my own business, Jennifer, and I’ll make it my own way and nobody’s going to know about it.’ ‘Well,Adele,’ I said, ‘I shan’t tell anybody.’ She said: ‘It doesn’t matter if you do. You won’t know what’s in it.’ But I didn’ttell anyone. No, not even Percy. I do think women ought to stick together, don’t you, Inspector Neele?”
“I’m sure that’s a very nice feeling on your part, Mrs. Fortescue,” said Inspector Neele diplomatically.
“I’m sure I’m never ill-natured,” said Jennifer. “I didn’t particularly care for Adele, if you know what I mean. Ialways thought she was the kind of woman who would stick at nothing in order to get what she wanted. Now she’sdead, perhaps I misjudged her, poor soul.”
“Well, thank you very much, Mrs. Fortescue, for being so helpful to me.”
“You’re welcome, I’m sure. I’m only too glad to do anything I can. It’s all so very terrible, isn’t it? Who is the oldlady who’s arrived this morning?”
“She’s a Miss Marple. She very kindly18 came here to give us what information she could about the girl Gladys. Itseems Gladys Martin was once in service with her.”
“Really? How interesting.”
“There’s one other thing, Mrs. Percival. Do you know anything about blackbirds?”
Jennifer Fortescue started violently. She dropped her handbag on the floor and bent19 to pick it up.
“Blackbirds, Inspector? Blackbirds? What kind of blackbirds?”
Her voice was rather breathless. Smiling a little, Inspector, Neele said:
“Just blackbirds. Alive or dead or even, shall we say, symbolical20?”
Jennifer Fortescue said sharply:
“I don’t know what you mean. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You don’t know anything about blackbirds, then, Mrs. Fortescue?”
She said slowly:
“I suppose you mean the ones last summer in the pie. All very silly.”
“There were some left on the library table, too, weren’t there?”
“It was all a very silly practical joke. I don’t know who’s been talking to you about it. Mr. Fortescue, my father-in-law, was very much annoyed by it.”
“Just annoyed? Nothing more?”
“Oh. I see what you mean. Yes, I suppose—yes, it’s true. He asked us if there were any strangers about the place.”
“Strangers!” Inspector Neele raised his eyebrows21.
“Well, that’s what he said,” said Mrs. Percival defensively.
“Strangers,” repeated Inspector Neele thoughtfully. Then he asked: “Did he seem afraid in any way?”
“Afraid? I don’t know what you mean.”
“Nervous. About strangers, I mean.”
“Yes. Yes, he did, rather. Of course I don’t remember very well. It was several months ago, you know. I don’tthink it was anything except a silly practical joke. Crump perhaps. I really do think that Crump is a very unbalancedman, and I’m perfectly22 certain that he drinks. He’s really very insolent23 in his manner sometimes. I’ve sometimeswondered if he could have had a grudge24 against Mr. Fortescue. Do you think that’s possible, Inspector?”
“Anything’s possible,” said Inspector Neele and went away.
II
Percival Fortescue was in London, but Inspector Neele found Lancelot sitting with his wife in the library. They wereplaying chess together.
“I don’t want to interrupt you,” said Neele, apologetically.
“We’re only killing25 time, Inspector, aren’t we, Pat?”
Pat nodded.
“I expect you’ll think it’s rather a foolish question I’m asking you,” said Neele. “Do you know anything aboutblackbirds, Mr. Fortescue?”
“Blackbirds?” Lance looked amused. “What kind of blackbirds? Do you mean genuine birds, or the slave trade?”
Inspector Neele said with a sudden, disarming26 smile:
“I’m not sure what I mean, Mr. Fortescue. It’s just that a mention of blackbirds has turned up.”
“Good Lord.” Lancelot looked suddenly alert. “Not the old Blackbird Mine, I suppose?”
Inspector Neele said sharply:
“The Blackbird Mine? What was that?”
Lance frowned in a puzzled fashion.
“The trouble is, Inspector, that I can’t really remember much myself. I just have a vague idea about some shadytransaction in my papa’s past. Something on the West Coast of Africa. Aunt Effie, I believe, once threw it in his teeth,but I can’t remember anything definite about it.”
“Aunt Effie? That will be Miss Ramsbottom, won’t it?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll go and ask her about it,” said Inspector Neele. He added ruefully: “She’s rather a formidable old lady, Mr.
Fortescue. Always makes me feel quite nervous.”
Lance laughed.
“Yes. Aunt Effie is certainly a character, but she may be helpful to you, Inspector, if you get on the right side ofher. Especially if you’re delving27 into the past. She’s got an excellent memory, she takes a positive pleasure inremembering anything that’s detrimental28 in any way.” He added thoughtfully: “There’s something else. I went up tosee her, you know, soon after I got back here. Immediately after tea that day, as a matter of fact. And she was talkingabout Gladys. The maid who got killed. Not that we knew she was dead then, of course. But Aunt Effie was saying shewas quite convinced that Gladys knew something that she hadn’t told the police.”
“That seems fairly certain,” said Inspector Neele. “She’ll never tell it now, poor girl.”
“No. It seems Aunt Effie had given her good advice as to spilling anything she knew. Pity the girl didn’t take it.”
Inspector Neele nodded. Bracing29 himself for the encounter he penetrated30 to Miss Ramsbottom’s fortress31. Rather tohis surprise, he found Miss Marple there. The two ladies appeared to be discussing foreign missions.
“I’ll go away, Inspector.” Miss Marple rose hurriedly to her feet.
“No need, madam,” said Inspector Neele.
“I’ve asked Miss Marple to come and stay in the house,” said Miss Ramsbottom. “No sense in spending money inthat ridiculous Golf Hotel. A wicked nest of profiteers, that is. Drinking and card playing all the evening. She’d bettercome and stay in a decent Christian32 household. There’s a room next door to mine. Dr. Mary Peters, the missionary,had it last.”
“It’s very, very kind of you,” said Miss Marple, “but I really think I mustn’t intrude33 in a house of mourning.”
“Mourning? Fiddlesticks,” said Miss Ramsbottom. “Who’ll weep for Rex in this house? Or Adele either? Or is itthe police you’re worried about? Any objections, Inspector?”
“None from me, madam.”
“There you are,” said Miss Ramsbottom.
“It’s very kind of you,” said Miss Marple gratefully. “I’ll go and telephone to the hotel to cancel my booking.” Sheleft the room and Miss Ramsbottom said sharply to the inspector:
“Well, and what do you want?”
“I wondered if you could tell me anything about the Blackbird Mine, ma’am.”
Miss Ramsbottom uttered a sudden, shrill34 cackle of laughter.
“Ha. You’ve got on to that, have you! Took the hint I gave you the other day. Well, what do you want to knowabout it?”
“Anything you can tell me, madam.”
“I can’t tell you much. It’s a long time ago now—oh, twenty to twenty-five years maybe. Some concession35 or otherin East Africa. My brother-in-law went into it with a man called MacKenzie. They went out there to investigate themine together and MacKenzie died out there of fever. Rex came home and said the claim or the concession orwhatever you call it was worthless. That’s all I know.”
“I think you know a little more than that, ma’am,” said Neele persuasively36.
“Anything else is hearsay37. You don’t like hearsay in the law, so I’ve been told.”
“We’re not in court yet, ma’am.”
“Well, I can’t tell you anything. The MacKenzies kicked up a fuss. That’s all I know. They insisted that Rex hadswindled MacKenzie. I daresay he did. He was a clever, unscrupulous fellow, but I’ve no doubt whatever he did it wasall legal. They couldn’t prove anything. Mrs. MacKenzie was an unbalanced sort of woman. She came here and madea lot of threats of revenge. Said Rex had murdered her husband. Silly, melodramatic fuss! I think she was a bit off herhead—in fact, I believe she went into an asylum38 not long after. Came here dragging along a couple of young childrenwho looked scared to death. Said she’d bring up her children to have revenge. Something like that. Tomfoolery, all ofit. Well, that’s all I can tell you. And mind you, the Blackbird Mine wasn’t the only swindle that Rex put over in hislifetime. You’ll find a good many more if you look for them. What put you on to the Blackbird? Did you come acrosssome trail leading to the MacKenzies?”
“You don’t know what became of the family, ma’am?”
“No idea,” said Miss Ramsbottom. “Mind you, I don’t think Rex would have actually murdered MacKenzie, but hemight have left him to die. The same thing before the Lord, but not the same thing before the law. If he did,retribution’s caught up with him. The mills of God grind slowly, but they grind exceeding small—you’d better goaway now, I can’t tell you anymore and it’s no good your asking.”
“Thank you very much for what you have told me,” said Inspector Neele.
“Send that Marple woman back,” Miss Ramsbottom called after him. “She’s frivolous39, like all Church of Englandpeople, but she knows how to run a charity in a sensible way.”
Inspector Neele made a couple of telephone calls, the first to Ansell and Worrall and the second to the Golf Hotel,then he summoned Sergeant40 Hay and told him that he was leaving the house for a short period.
“I’ve a call to pay at a solicitor’s office—after that, you can get me at the Golf Hotel if anything urgent turns up.”
“Yes, sir.”
“And find out anything you can about blackbirds,” added Neele over his shoulder.
“Blackbirds, sir?” Sergeant Hay repeated, thoroughly41 mystified.
“That’s what I said—not blackberry jelly—blackbirds.”
“Very good, sir,” said Sergeant Hay bewilderedly.
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