M iss Marple was pursuing her own methods of research.
“It’s very kind, Mrs. Jameson, very kind of you indeed. I can’t tell you how grateful I am.”
“Oh, don’t mention it, Miss Marple. I’m sure I’m glad to oblige you. I suppose you’ll want the latest ones?”
“No, no, not particularly,” said Miss Marple. “In fact I think I’d rather have some of the old numbers.”
“Well, here you are then,” said Mrs. Jameson, “there’s a nice armful and I can assure you we shan’t miss them.
Keep them as long as you like. Now it’s too heavy for you to carry. Jenny, how’s your perm doing?”
“She’s all right, Mrs. Jameson. She’s had her rinse1 and now she’s having a good dry-out.”
“In that case, dear, you might just run along with Miss Marple here, and carry these magazines for her. No, really,Miss Marple, it’s no trouble at all. Always pleased to do anything we can for you.”
How kind people were, Miss Marple thought, especially when they’d known you practically all their lives. Mrs.
Jameson, after long years of running a hairdressing parlour had steeled herself to going as far in the cause of progressas to repaint her sign and call herself
“DIANE. Hair Stylist.”
Otherwise the shop remained much as before and catered2 in much the same way to the needs of its clients. It turnedyou out with a nice firm perm: it accepted the task of shaping and cutting for the younger generation and the resultantmess was accepted without too much recrimination. But the bulk of Mrs. Jameson’s clientele was a bunch of solid,stick in the mud middle-aged3 ladies who found it extremely hard to get their hair done the way they wanted itanywhere else.
“Well, I never,” said Cherry the next morning, as she prepared to run a virulent4 Hoover round the lounge as shestill called it in her mind. “What’s all this?”
“I am trying,” said Miss Marple, “to instruct myself a little in the moving picture world.”
She laid aside Movie News and picked up Amongst the Stars.
“It’s really very interesting. It reminds one so much of so many things.”
“Fantastic lives they must lead,” said Cherry.
“Specialized5 lives,” said Miss Marple. “Highly specialized. It reminds me very much of the things a friend of mineused to tell me. She was a hospital nurse. The same simplicity6 of outlook and all the gossip and the rumours7. Andgood-looking doctors causing any amount of havoc8.”
“Rather sudden, isn’t it, this interest of yours?” said Cherry.
“I’m finding it difficult to knit nowadays,” said Miss Marple. “Of course the print of these is rather small, but I canalways use a magnifying glass.”
Cherry looked on curiously9.
“You’re always surprising me,” she said. “The things you take an interest in.”
“I take an interest in everything,” said Miss Marple.
“I mean taking up new subjects at your age.”
Miss Marple shook her head.
“They aren’t really new subjects. It’s human nature I’m interested in, you know, and human nature is much thesame whether it’s film stars or hospital nurses or people in St. Mary Mead10 or,” she added thoughtfully, “people wholive in the Development.”
“Can’t see much likeness11 between me and a film star,” said Cherry laughing, “more’s the pity. I suppose it’sMarina Gregg and her husband coming to live at Gossington Hall that set you off on this.”
“That and the very sad event that occurred there,” said Miss Marple.
“Mrs. Badcock, you mean? It was bad luck that.”
“What do you think of it in the—” Miss Marple paused with the “D” hovering12 on her lips. “What do you and yourfriends think about it?” she amended13 the question.
“It’s a queer do,” said Cherry. “Looks as though it were murder, doesn’t it, though of course the police are toocagey to say so outright14. Still, that’s what it looks like.”
“I don’t see what else it could be,” said Miss Marple.
“It couldn’t be suicide,” agreed Cherry, “not with Heather Badcock.”
“Did you know her well?”
“No, not really. Hardly at all. She was a bit of a nosy15 parker you know. Always wanting you to join this, join that,turn up for meetings at so-and-so. Too much energy. Her husband got a bit sick of it sometimes, I think.”
“She doesn’t seem to have had any real enemies.”
“People used to get a bit fed up with her sometimes. The point is, I don’t see who could have murdered her unlessit was her husband. And he’s a very meek16 type. Still, the worm will turn, or so they say. I’ve always heard thatCrippen was ever so nice a man and that man, Haigh, who pickled them all in acid—they say he couldn’t have beenmore charming! So one never knows, does one?”
“Poor Mr. Badcock,” said Miss Marple.
“And people say he was upset and nervy at the fête that day—before it happened, I mean—but people always saythat kind of thing afterwards. If you ask me, he’s looking better now than he’s looked for years. Seems to have got abit more spirit and go in him.”
“Indeed?” said Miss Marple.
“Nobody really thinks he did it,” said Cherry. “Only if he didn’t, who did? I can’t help thinking myself it musthave been an accident of some kind. Accidents do happen. You think you know all about mushrooms and go out andpick some. One fungus17 gets in among them and there you are, rolling about in agony and lucky if the doctor gets toyou in time.”
“Cocktails and glasses of sherry don’t seem to lend themselves to accident,” said Miss Marple.
“Oh, I don’t know,” said Cherry. “A bottle of something or other could have got in by mistake. Somebody I knewtook a dose of concentrated DDT once. Horribly ill they were.”
“Accident,” said Miss Marple thoughtfully. “Yes, it certainly seems the best solution. I must say I can’t believe thatin the case of Heather Badcock it could have been deliberate murder. I won’t say it’s impossible. Nothing isimpossible, but it doesn’t seem like it. No, I think the truth lies somewhere here.” She rustled19 her magazines andpicked up another one.
“You mean you’re looking for some special story about someone?”
“No,” said Miss Marple. “I’m just looking for odd mentions of people and a way of life and something—some littlesomething that might help.” She returned to her perusal20 of the magazines and Cherry removed her vacuum cleaner tothe upper floor. Miss Marple’s face was pink and interested, and being slightly deaf now, she did not hear the footstepsthat came along the garden path towards the drawing room window. It was only when a slight shadow fell on the pagethat she looked up. Dermot Craddock was standing21 smiling at her.
“Doing your homework, I see,” he remarked.
“Inspector Craddock, how very nice to see you. And how kind to spare time to come and see me. Would you like acup of coffee, or possibly a glass of sherry?”
“A glass of sherry would be splendid,” said Dermot. “Don’t you move,” he added. “I’ll ask for it as I come in.”
He went round by the side door and presently joined Miss Marple.
“Well,” he said, “is that bumph giving you ideas?”
“Rather too many ideas,” said Miss Marple. “I’m not often shocked, you know, but this does shock me a little.”
“What, the private lives of film stars?”
“Oh no,” said Miss Marple, “not that! That all seems to be most natural, given the circumstances and the moneyinvolved and the opportunities for propinquity. Oh, no, that’s natural enough. I mean the way they’re written about.
I’m rather old-fashioned, you know, and I feel that that really shouldn’t be allowed.”
“It’s news,” said Dermot Craddock, “and some pretty nasty things can be said in the way of fair comment.”
“I know,” said Miss Marple. “It makes me sometimes very angry. I expect you think it’s silly of me reading allthese. But one does so badly want to be in things and of course sitting here in the house I can’t really know as muchabout things as I would like to.”
“That’s just what I thought,” said Dermot Craddock, “and that’s why I’ve come to tell you about them.”
“But, my dear boy, excuse me, would your superiors really approve of that?”
“I don’t see why not,” said Dermot. “Here,” he added, “I have a list. A list of people who were there on thatlanding during the short time of Heather Badcock’s arrival until her death. We’ve eliminated a lot of people, perhapsprecipitately, but I don’t think so. We’ve eliminated the mayor and his wife and Alderman somebody and his wife anda great many of the locals, though we’ve kept in the husband. If I remember rightly you were always very suspiciousof husbands.”
“They are often the obvious suspects,” said Miss Marple, apologetically, “and the obvious is so often right.”
“I couldn’t agree with you more,” said Craddock.
“But which husband, my dear boy, are you referring to?”
“Which one do you think?” asked Dermot. He eyed her sharply.
Miss Marple looked at him.
“Jason Rudd?” she asked.
“Ah!” said Craddock. “Your mind works just as mine does. I don’t think it was Arthur Badcock, because you see, Idon’t think that Heather Badcock was meant to be killed. I think the intended victim was Marina Gregg.”
“That would seem almost certain, wouldn’t it?” said Miss Marple.
“And so,” said Craddock, “as we both agree on that, the field widens. To tell you who was there on that day, whatthey saw or said they saw, and where they were or said they were, is only a thing you could have observed for yourselfif you’d been there. So my superiors, as you call them, couldn’t possibly object to my discussing that with you, couldthey?”
“That’s very nicely put, my dear boy,” said Miss Marple.
“I’ll give you a little précis of what I was told and then we’ll come to the list.”
He gave a brief résumé of what he had heard, and then he produced his list.
“It must be one of these,” he said. “My godfather, Sir Henry Clithering, told me that you once had a club here. Youcalled it the Tuesday Night Club. You all dined with each other in turn and then someone would tell a story—a storyof some real life happening which had ended in mystery. A mystery of which only the teller22 of the tale knew theanswer. And every time, so my godfather told me, you guessed right. So I thought I’d come along and see if you’d doa bit of guessing for me this morning.”
“I think that is rather a frivolous23 way of putting it,” said Miss Marple, reproving, “but there is one question I shouldlike to ask.”
“Yes?”
“What about the children?”
“The children? There’s only one. An imbecile child in a sanatorium in America. Is that what you mean?”
“No,” said Miss Marple, “that’s not what I mean. It’s very sad of course. One of those tragedies that seem tohappen and there’s no one to blame for it. No, I meant the children that I’ve seen mentioned in some article here.” Shetapped the papers in front of her. “Children that Marina Gregg adopted. Two boys, I think, and a girl. In one case amother with a lot of children and very little money to bring them up in this country, wrote to her, and asked if shecouldn’t take a child. There was a lot of very silly false sentiment written about that. About the mother’s unselfishnessand the wonderful home and education and future the child was going to have. I can’t find out much about the othertwo. One I think was a foreign refugee and the other was some American child. Marina Gregg adopted them atdifferent times. I’d like to know what’s happened to them.”
Dermot Craddock looked at her curiously. “It’s odd that you should think of that,” he said. “I did just vaguelywonder about those children myself. But how do you connect them up?”
“Well,” said Miss Marple, “as far as I can hear or find out, they’re not living with her now, are they?”
“I expect they were provided for,” said Craddock. “In fact, I think that the adoption24 laws would insist on that.
There was probably money settled on them in trust.”
“So when she got—tired of them,” said Miss Marple with a very faint pause before the word “tired,” “they weredismissed! After being brought up in luxury with every advantage. Is that it?”
“Probably,” said Craddock. “I don’t know exactly.” He continued to look at her curiously.
“Children feel things, you know,” said Miss Marple, nodding her head. “They feel things more than the peoplearound them ever imagine. The sense of hurt, of being rejected, of not belonging. It’s a thing that you don’t get overjust because of advantages. Education is no substitute for it, or comfortable living, or an assured income, or a start in aprofession. It’s the sort of thing that might rankle25.”
“Yes. But all the same, isn’t it rather far-fetched to think that—well, what exactly do you think?”
“I haven’t got as far as that,” said Miss Marple. “I just wondered where they were now and how old they would benow? Grown-up, I should imagine, from what I’ve read here.”
“I could find out, I suppose,” said Dermot Craddock slowly.
“Oh, I don’t want to bother you in anyway, or even to suggest that my little idea’s worthwhile at all.”
“There’s no harm,” said Dermot Craddock, “in having that checked up on.” He made a note in his little book.
“Now do you want to look at my little list?”
“I don’t really think I should be able to do anything useful about that. You see, I wouldn’t know who the peoplewere.”
“Oh, I could give you a running commentary,” said Craddock. “Here we are. Jason Rudd, husband, (husbandsalways highly suspicious). Everyone says that Jason Rudd adores her. That is suspicious in itself, don’t you think?”
“Not necessarily,” said Miss Marple with dignity.
“He’s been very active in trying to conceal26 the fact that his wife was the object of attack. He hasn’t hinted anysuspicion of such a thing to the police. I don’t know why he thinks we’re such asses18 as not to think of it for ourselves.
We’ve considered it from the first. But anyway, that’s his story. He was afraid that knowledge of that fact might get tohis wife’s ears and that she’d go into a panic about it.”
“Is she the sort of woman who goes into panics?”
“Yes, she’s neurasthenic, throws temperaments27, has nervous breakdowns28, gets in states.”
“That might not mean any lack of courage,” Miss Marple objected.
“On the other hand,” said Craddock, “if she knows quite well that she was the object of attack, it’s also possiblethat she may know who did it.”
“You mean she knows who did it—but does not want to disclose the fact?”
“I just say it’s a possibility, and if so, one rather wonders why not? It looks as though the motive29, the root of thematter, was something she didn’t want to come to her husband’s ear.”
“That is certainly an interesting thought,” said Miss Marple.
“Here are a few more names. The secretary, Ella Zielinsky. An extremely competent and efficient young woman.”
“In love with the husband, do you think?” asked Miss Marple.
“I should think definitely,” answered Craddock, “but why should you think so?”
“Well, it so often happens,” said Miss Marple. “And therefore not very fond of poor Marina Gregg, I expect?”
“Therefore possible motive for murder,” said Craddock.
“A lot of secretaries and employees are in love with their employers’ husbands,” said Miss Marple, “but very, veryfew of them try to poison them.”
“Well, we must allow for exceptions,” said Craddock. “Then there were two local and one London photographer,and two members of the Press. None of them seems likely but we will follow them up. There was the woman who wasformerly married to Marina Gregg’s second or third husband. She didn’t like it when Marina Gregg took her husbandaway. Still, that’s about eleven or twelve years ago. It seems unlikely that she’d make a visit here at this juncture30 onpurpose to poison Marina because of that. Then there’s a man called Ardwyck Fenn. He was once a very close friendof Marina Gregg’s. He hasn’t seen her for years. He was not known to be in this part of the world and it was a greatsurprise when he turned up on this occasion.”
“She would be startled then when she saw him?”
“Presumably yes.”
“Startled—and possibly frightened.”
“‘The doom31 has come upon me,’” said Craddock. “That’s the idea. Then there was young Hailey Preston dodgingabout that day, doing his stuff. Talks a good deal but definitely heard nothing, saw nothing and knew nothing. Almosttoo anxious to say so. Does anything there ring a bell?”
“Not exactly,” said Miss Marple. “Plenty of interesting possibilities. But I’d still like to know a little more aboutthe children.”
He looked at her curiously. “You’ve got quite a bee in your bonnet32 about that, haven’t you?” he said. “All right, I’llfind out.”
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