IM rs. Bantry was on her knees. A good day for hoeing. Nice dry soil. But hoeing wouldn’t do everything. Thistlesnow, and dandelions. She dealt vigorously with these pests.
She rose to her feet, breathless but triumphant1, and looked out over the hedge on to the road. She was faintlysurprised to see the dark-haired secretary whose name she couldn’t remember coming out of the public call box thatwas situated2 near the bus stop on the other side of the road.
What was her name now. It began with a B—or was it an R? No, Zielinsky, that was it. Mrs. Bantry rememberedjust in time, as Ella crossed the road into the drive past the Lodge3.
“Good morning, Miss Zielinsky,” she called in a friendly tone.
Ella Zielinsky jumped. It was not so much a jump, as a shy—the shy of a frightened horse. It surprised Mrs.
Bantry.
“Good morning,” said Ella, and added quickly: “I came down to telephone. There’s something wrong with our linetoday.”
Mrs. Bantry felt more surprise. She wondered why Ella Zielinsky bothered to explain her action. She respondedcivilly. “How annoying for you. Do come in and telephone anytime you want to.”
“Oh—thank you very much…” Ella was interrupted by a fit of sneezing.
“You’ve got hay fever,” said Mrs. Bantry with immediate4 diagnosis5. “Try weak bicarbonate of soda6 and water.”
“Oh, that’s all right. I have some very good patent stuff in an atomizer. Thank you all the same.”
She sneezed again as she moved away, walking briskly up the drive.
Mrs. Bantry looked after her. Then her eyes returned to her garden. She looked at it in a dissatisfied fashion. Not aweed to be seen anywhere.
“Othello’s occupation’s gone,” Mrs. Bantry murmured to herself confusedly. “I dare say I’m a nosy7 old woman butI would like to know if—”
A moment of irresolution8 and then Mrs. Bantry yielded to temptation. She was going to be a nosy old woman andthe hell with it! She strode indoors to the telephone, lifted the receiver and dialled it. A brisk transatlantic voice spoke9.
“Gossington Hall.”
“This is Mrs. Bantry, at the East Lodge.”
“Oh, good morning, Mrs. Bantry. This is Hailey Preston. I met you on the day of the fête. What can I do for you?”
“I thought perhaps I could do something for you. If your telephone’s out of order—”
His astonished voice interrupted her.
“Our telephone out of order? There’s been nothing wrong with it. Why did you think so?”
“I must have made a mistake,” said Mrs. Bantry. “I don’t always hear very well,” she explained unblushingly.
She put the receiver back, waited a minute, then dialled once more.
“Jane? Dolly here.”
“Yes, Dolly. What is it?”
“Well, it seems rather odd. The secretary woman was dialling from the public call box in the road. She took thetrouble to explain to me quite unnecessarily that she was doing so because the line at Gossington Hall was out oforder. But I’ve rung up there, and it isn’t….”
She paused, and waited for intelligence to pronounce.
“Indeed,” said Miss Marple thoughtfully. “Interesting.”
“For what reason, do you think?”
“Well, clearly, she didn’t want to be overheard—”
“Exactly.”
“And there might be quite a number of reasons for that.”
“Yes.”
“Interesting,” said Miss Marple again.
II
Nobody could have been more ready to talk than Donald McNeil. He was an amiable10 red-headed young man. Hegreeted Dermot Craddock with pleasure and curiosity.
“How are you getting along,” he asked cheerfully, “got any little special titbit for me?”
“Not as yet. Later perhaps.”
“Stalling as usual. You’re all the same. Affable oysters11! Haven’t you come to the stage yet of inviting12 someone tocome and ‘assist you in your inquiries’?”
“I’ve come to you,” said Dermot Craddock with a grin.
“Is there a nasty double entendre in that remark? Are you really suspicious that I murdered Heather Badcock anddo you think I did it in mistake for Marina Gregg or that I meant to murder Heather Badcock and do you think I did itin mistake for Marina Gregg or that I meant to murder Heather Badcock all the time?”
“I haven’t suggested anything,” said Craddock.
“No, no, you wouldn’t do that, would you? You’d be very correct. All right. Let’s go into it. I was there. I hadopportunity but had I any motive13? Ah, that’s what you’d like to know. What was my motive?”
“I haven’t been able to find one so far,” said Craddock.
“That’s very gratifying. I feel safer.”
“I’m just interested in what you may have seen that day.”
“You’ve had that already. The local police had that straight away. It’s humiliating. There I was on the scene of amurder. I practically saw the murder committed, must have done, and yet I’ve no idea who did it. I’m ashamed toconfess that the first I knew about it was seeing the poor, dear woman sitting on a chair gasping14 for breath and thenpegging out. Of course it made a very good eyewitness16 account. It was a good scoop17 for me—and all that. But I’llconfess to you that I feel humiliated18 that I don’t know more. I ought to know more. And you can’t kid me that the dosewas meant for Heather Badcock. She was a nice woman who talked too much, but nobody gets murdered for that—unless of course they give away secrets. But I don’t think anybody would ever have told Heather Badcock a secret.
She wasn’t the kind of woman who’d have been interested in other people’s secrets. My view of her is of a womanwho invariably talked about herself.”
“That seems to be the generally accepted view,” agreed Craddock.
“So we come to the famous Marina Gregg. I’m sure there are lots of wonderful motives19 for murdering Marina.
Envy and jealousy20 and love tangles—all the stuff of drama. But who did it? Someone with a screw loose, I presume.
There! You’ve had my valuable opinion. Is that what you wanted?”
“Not that alone. I understand that you arrived and came up the stairs about the same time as the vicar and themayor.”
“Quite correct. But that wasn’t the first time I’d arrived. I’d been there earlier.”
“I didn’t know that.”
“Yes. I was on a kind of roving commission, you know, going here and there. I had a photographer with me. I’dgone down to take a few local shots of the mayor arriving and throwing a hoopla and putting in a peg15 for buriedtreasure and that kind of thing. Then I went back up again, not so much on the job as to get a drink or two. The drinkwas good.”
“I see. Now can you remember who else was on the staircase when you went up?”
“Margot Bence from London was there with her camera.”
“You know her well?”
“Oh I just run against her quite often. She’s a clever girl, who makes a success of her stuff. She takes all thefashionable things— First Nights, Gala Performances—specializes in photographs from unusual angles. Arty! She wasin a corner of the half landing very well placed for taking anyone who came up and for taking the greetings going onat the top. Lola Brewster was just ahead of me on the stairs. Didn’t know her at first. She’s got a new rust-red hairdo.
The very latest Fiji Islander type. Last time I saw her it was lank21 waves falling round her face and chin in a nice shadeof auburn. There was a big dark man with her, American. I don’t know who he was but he looked important.”
“Did you look at Marina Gregg herself at all as you were coming up?”
“Yes, of course I did.”
“She didn’t look upset or as though she’d had a shock or was frightened?”
“It’s odd you should say that. I did think for a moment or two she was going to faint.”
“I see,” said Craddock thoughtfully. “Thanks. There’s nothing else you’d like to tell me?”
McNeil gave him a wide innocent stare.
“What could there be?”
“I don’t trust you,” said Craddock.
“But you seem quite sure I didn’t do it. Disappointing. Suppose I turn out to be her first husband. Nobody knowswho he was except that he was so insignicant that even his name’s been forgotten.”
Dermot grinned.
“Married from your prep school?” he asked. “Or possibly in rompers! I must hurry. I’ve got a train to catch.”
III
There was a neatly22 docketed pile of papers on Craddock’s desk at New Scotland Yard. He gave a perfunctory glancethrough them, then threw a question over his shoulder.
“Where’s Lola Brewster staying?”
“At the Savoy, sir. Suite23 1800. She’s expecting you.”
“And Ardwyck Fenn?”
“He’s at the Dorchester. First floor, 190.”
“Good.”
He picked up some cablegrams and read through them again before shoving them into his pocket. He smiled amoment to himself over the last one. “Don’t say I don’t do my stuff, Aunt Jane,” he murmured under his breath.
He went out and made his way to the Savoy.
In Lola Brewster’s suite Lola went out of her way to welcome him effusively24. With the report he had just read inhis mind, he studied her carefully. Quite a beauty still, he thought, in a lush kind of way, what you might call a trifieoverblown, perhaps, but they still liked them that way. A completely different type, of course, from Marina Gregg.
The amenities25 over, Lola pushed back her Fiji Islander hair, drew her generous lipsticked mouth into a provocativepout, and flickering26 blue eyelids27 over wide brown eyes, said:
“Have you come to ask me a lot more horrible questions? Like that local inspector28 did.”
“I hope they won’t be too horrible, Miss Brewster.”
“Oh, but I’m sure they will be, and I’m sure the whole thing must have been some terrible mistake.”
“Do you really think so?”
“Yes. It’s all such nonsense. Do you really mean that someone tried to poison Marina? Who on earth would poisonMarina? She’s an absolute sweetie, you know. Everybody loves her.”
“Including you?”
“I’ve always been devoted29 to Marina.”
“Oh come now, Miss Brewster, wasn’t there a little trouble about eleven or twelve years ago?”
“Oh that.” Lola waved it away. “I was terribly nervy and distraught, and Rob and I had been having the mostfrightful quarrels. We were neither of us normal at the moment. Marina just fell wildly in love with him and rushedhim off his feet, the poor pet.”
“And you minded very much?”
“Well, I thought I did, Inspector. Of course I see now it was one of the best things that ever happened for me. I wasreally worried about the children, you know. Breaking up our home. I’m afraid I’d already realized that Rob and Iwere incompatible30. I expect you know I got married to Eddie Groves31 as soon as the divorce went through? I thinkreally I’d been in love with him for a long time, but of course I didn’t want to break up my marriage, because of thechildren. It’s so important, isn’t it, that children should have a home?”
“Yet people say that actually you were terribly upset.”
“Oh, people always say things,” said Lola vaguely32.
“You said quite a lot, didn’t you, Miss Brewster? You went about threatening to shoot Marina Gregg, or so Iunderstand.”
“I’ve told you one says things. One’s supposed to say things like that. Of course I wouldn’t really shoot anyone.”
“In spite of taking a pot-shot at Eddie Groves some few years later?”
“Oh, that was because we’d had an argument,” said Lola. “I lost my temper.”
“I have it on very good authority, Miss Brewster, that you said—and these are your exact words or so I’m told,”
(he read from a notebook)—‘That bitch needn’t think she’ll get away with it. If I don’t shoot her now I’ll wait and gether in some other way. I don’t care how long I wait, years if need be, but I’ll get even with her in the end.’”
“Oh, I’m sure I never said anything of the kind,” Lola laughed.
“I’m sure, Miss Brewster, that you did.”
“People exaggerate so.” A charming smile broke over her face. “I was just mad at the moment, you know,” shemurmured confidentially34. “One says all sorts of things when one’s mad with people. But you don’t really think I’dwait fourteen years and come across to England, and look up Marina and drop some deadly poison into her cocktailglass within three minutes of seeing her again?”
Dermot Craddock didn’t really think so. It seemed to him wildly improbable. He merely said:
“I’m only pointing out to you, Miss Brewster, that there had been threats in the past and that Marina Gregg wascertainly startled and frightened to see someone who came up the stairs that day. Naturally one feels that that someonemust have been you.”
“But darling Marina was delighted to see me! She kissed me and exclaimed how wonderful it was. Oh really,Inspector, I do think you’re being very, very silly.”
“In fact, you were all one big happy family?”
“Well, that’s really much more true than all the things you’ve been thinking.”
“And you’ve no ideas that could help us in anyway? No ideas who might have killed her?”
“I tell you nobody would have wanted to kill Marina. She’s a very silly woman anyway. Always making terriblefusses about her health, and changing her mind and wanting this, that and the other, and when she’s got it beingdissatisfied with it! I can’t think why people are as fond of her as they are. Jason’s always been absolutely mad abouther. What that man has to put up with! But there it is. Everybody puts up with Marina, puts themselves out for her.
Then she gives them a sad, sweet smile and thanks them! And apparently37 that makes them feel that all the trouble isworthwhile. I really don’t know how she does it. You’d better put the idea that somebody wanted to kill her right outof your head.”
“I should like to,” said Dermot Craddock. “Unfortunately I can’t put it out of my head because, you see, ithappened.”
“What do you mean, it happened, nobody has killed Marina, have they?”
“No. But the attempt was made.”
“I don’t believe it for a moment! I expect whoever it was meant to kill the other woman all the time—the one whowas killed. I expect someone comes into money when she dies.”
“She hadn’t any money, Miss Brewster.”
“Oh well, there was some other reason. Anyway, I shouldn’t worry about Marina if I were you. Marina is alwaysall right!”
“Is she? She doesn’t look a very happy woman to me.”
“Oh, that’s because she makes such a song and dance about everything. Unhappy love affairs. Not being able tohave any children.”
“She adopted some children, didn’t she?” said Dermot with a lively remembrance of Miss Marple’s urgent voice.
“I believe she did once. It wasn’t a great success I believe. She does these impulsive38 things and then wishes shehadn’t.”
“What happened to the children she adopted?”
“I’ve no idea. They just sort of vanished after a bit. She got tired of them, I suppose, like everything else.”
“I see,” said Dermot Craddock.
IV
Next—the Dorchester. Suite 190.
“Well, Chief-Inspector—” Ardwyck Fenn looked down at the card in his hand.
“Craddock.”
“What can I do for you?”
“I hope you won’t mind if I ask you a few questions.”
“Not at all. It’s this business at Much Benham. No—what’s the actual name, St. Mary Mead39?”
“Yes. That’s right. Gossington Hall.”
“Can’t think what Jason Rudd wanted to buy a place like that for. Plenty of good Georgian houses in England—oreven Queen Anne. Gossington Hall is a purely40 Victorian mansion41. Where’s the attraction in that, I wonder?”
“Oh, there’s some attraction—for some people, that is, in Victorian stability.”
“Stability? Well, perhaps you’ve got something there. Marina, I suppose, had a feeling for stability. It’s a thing shenever had herself, poor girl, so I suppose that’s why she always covets42 it. Perhaps this place will satisfy her for a bit.”
“You know her well, Mr. Fenn?”
Ardwyck Fenn shrugged43 his shoulders.
“Well? I don’t know that I’d say that. I’ve known her over a long period of years. Known her off and on, that is tosay.”
Craddock looked at him appraisingly44. A dark man, heavily built, shrewd eyes behind thick glasses, heavy jowl andchin, Ardwyck Fenn went on:
“The idea is, I gather, from what I read in the newspapers, that this Mrs. Whatever-her-name-was, was poisoned bymistake. That the dose was intended for Marina. Is that right?”
“Yes. That’s it. The dose was in Marina Gregg’s cocktail35. Mrs. Badcock spilt hers and Marina handed over herdrink to her.”
“Well that seems pretty conclusive45. I really can’t think, though, who would want to poison Marina. Especially asLynette Brown wasn’t there.”
“Lynette Brown?” Craddock looked slightly at sea.
Ardwyck Fenn smiled. “If Marina breaks this contract, throws up the part—Lynette will get it and it would mean agood deal to Lynette to get it. But for all that, I don’t imagine she’d send some emissary along with poison. Much toomelodramatic an idea.”
“It seems a little far-fetched,” said Dermot dryly.
“Ah, you’d be surprised what women will do when they’re ambitious,” said Ardwyck Fenn. “Mind you, deathmayn’t have been intended. It may have been just to give her a fright—Enough to knock her out but not to finish her.”
Craddock shook his head. “It wasn’t a borderline dose,” he said.
“People make mistakes in doses, quite big ones.”
“Is this really your theory?”
“Oh no, it isn’t. It was only a suggestion. I’ve no theory. I was only an innocent bystander.”
“Was Marina Gregg very surprised to see you?”
“Yes, it was a complete surprise to her.” He laughed amusedly. “Just couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw mecoming up the stairs. She gave me a very nice welcome, I must say.”
“You hadn’t seen her for a long time?”
“Not for four or five years, I should say.”
“And some years before that there was a time when you and she were very close friends, I believe?”
“Are you insinuating46 anything in particular by that remark, Inspector Craddock?”
There was very little change in the voice but there was something there that had not been there before. A hint ofsteel, of menace. Dermot felt suddenly that this man would be a very ruthless opponent.
“It would be as well, I think,” said Ardwyck Fenn, “that you said exactly what you do mean.”
“I’m quite prepared to do so, Mr. Fenn. I have to inquire into the past relations of everyone who was there on thatday with Marina Gregg. It seems to have been a matter of common gossip that at the time I have just referred to, youwere wildly in love with Marina Gregg.”
Ardwyck Fenn shrugged his shoulders.
“One has these infatuations, Inspector. Fortunately, they pass.”
“It is said that she encouraged you and that later she turned you down and that you resented the fact.”
“It is said—it is said! I suppose you read all that in Confidential33?”
“It has been told me by quite well-informed and sensible people.”
Ardwyck Fenn threw back his head, showing the bull-like line of his neck.
“I had a yen47 for her at one time, yes,” he admitted. “She was a beautiful and attractive woman and still is. To saythat I ever threatened her is going a little too far. I’m never pleased to be thwarted49, Chief-Inspector, and most peoplewho thwart48 me tend to be sorry that they have done so. But that principle applies mainly in my business life.”
“You did, I believe, use your influence to have her dropped from a picture that she was making?”
Fenn shrugged his shoulders.
“She was unsuitable for the role. There was conflict between her and the director. I had money in that picture and Ihad no intention of jeopardizing50 it. It was, I assure you, purely a business transaction.”
“But perhaps Marina Gregg did not think so?”
“Oh, naturally she did not think so. She would always think that anything like that was personal.”
“She actually told certain friends of hers that she was afraid of you, I believe?”
“Did she? How childish. I expect she enjoyed the sensation.”
“You think there was no need for her to be afraid of you?”
“Of course not. Whatever personal disappointment I might have had, I soon put it behind me. I’ve always gone onthe principle that where women are concerned there are as good fish in the sea as ever came out of it.”
“A very satisfactory way to go through life, Mr. Fenn.”
“Yes, I think it is.”
“You have a wide knowledge of the moving picture world?”
“I have financial interests in it.”
“And therefore you are bound to know a lot about it?”
“Perhaps.”
“You are a man whose judgement would be worth listening to. Can you suggest to me any person who is likely tohave such a deep grudge51 against Marina Gregg that they would be willing to do away with her?”
“Probably a dozen,” said Ardwyck Fenn, “that is to say, if they hadn’t got to do anything about it personally. If itwas a mere36 matter of pressing a button in a wall, I dare say there’d be a lot of willing fingers.”
“You were there that day. You saw her and talked to her. Do you think that amongst any of the people who werearound you in that brief space of time—from when you arrived to the moment when Heather Badcock died—do youthink that amongst them you can suggest—only suggest, mind you, I’m asking you for nothing more than a guess—anyone who might poison Marina Gregg?”
“I wouldn’t like to say,” said Ardwyck Fenn.
“That means that you have some idea?”
“It means that I have nothing to say on that subject. And that, Chief-Inspector Craddock, is all you’ll get out ofme.”
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