V aguely reminiscent of a large bumblebee, Chief-Inspector1 Fred Davy wandered around the confines of the CriminalInvestigation Department, humming to himself. It was a well-known idiosyncrasy of his, and caused no particularnotice except to give rise to the remark that “Father was on the prowl again.”
His prowling led him at last to the room where Inspector Campbell was sitting behind a desk with a boredexpression. Inspector Campbell was an ambitious young man and he found much of his occupation tedious in theextreme. Nevertheless, he coped with the duties appointed to him and achieved a very fair measure of success in sodoing. The powers that be approved of him, thought he should do well and doled2 out from time to time a few words ofencouraging commendation.
“Good morning, sir,” said Inspector Campbell, respectfully, when Father entered his domain3. Naturally he calledChief-Inspector Davy “Father” behind his back as everyone else did; but he was not yet of sufficient seniority to dosuch a thing to his face.
“Anything I can do for you, sir?” he inquired.
“La, la, boom, boom,” hummed the Chief-Inspector, slightly off key. “Why must they call me Mary when myname’s Miss Gibbs?” After this rather unexpected resurrection of a bygone musical comedy, he drew up a chair andsat down.
“Busy?” he asked.
“Moderately so.”
“Got some disappearance4 case or other on, haven’t you, to do with some hotel or other. What’s the name of it now?
Bertram’s. Is that it?”
“Yes, that’s right, sir. Bertram’s Hotel.”
“Contravening the licensing5 hours? Call girls?”
“Oh no, sir,” said Inspector Campbell, slightly shocked at hearing Bertram’s Hotel being referred to in such aconnection. “Very nice, quiet, old-fashioned place.”
“Is it now?” said Father. “Yes, is it now? Well, that’s interesting, really.”
Inspector Campbell wondered why it was interesting. He did not like to ask, as tempers in the upper hierarchy6 werenotoriously short since the mail train robbery, which had been a spectacular success for the criminals. He looked atFather’s large, heavy, bovine7 face and wondered, as he had once or twice wondered before, how Chief-Inspector Davyhad reached his present rank and why he was so highly thought of in the department. “All right in his day, I suppose,”
thought Inspector Campbell, “but there are plenty of go-ahead chaps about who could do with some promotion8, oncethe dead wood is cleared away.” But the dead wood had begun another song, partly hummed, with an occasional wordor two here and there.
“Tell me, gentle stranger, are there anymore at home like you?” intoned Father and then in a sudden falsetto, “Afew, kind sir, and nicer girls you never knew. No, let’s see, I’ve got the sexes mixed-up. Floradora. That was a goodshow, too.”
“I believe I’ve heard of it, sir,” said Inspector Campbell.
“Your mother sang you to sleep in the cradle with it, I expect,” said Chief-Inspector Davy. “Now then, what’s beengoing on at Bertram’s Hotel? Who has disappeared and how and why?”
“A Canon Pennyfather, sir. Elderly clergyman.”
“Dull case, eh?”
Inspector Campbell smiled.
“Yes, sir, it is rather dull in a way.”
“What did he look like?”
“Canon Pennyfather?”
“Yes—you’ve got a description, I suppose?”
“Of course.” Campbell shuffled9 papers and read: “Height 5 ft 8. Large thatch10 of white hair—stoops….”
“And he disappeared from Bertram’s Hotel—when?”
“About a week ago—November 19th.”
“And they’ve just reported it. Took their time about it, didn’t they?”
“Well, I think there was a general idea that he’d turn up.”
“Any idea what’s behind it?” asked Father. “Has a decent God-fearing man suddenly gone off with one of thechurchwardens’ wives? Or does he do a bit of secret drinking, or has he embezzled11 church funds? Or is he the sort ofabsentminded old chap who goes in for this sort of thing?”
“Well, from all I can hear, sir, I should say the latter. He’s done it before.”
“What—disappeared from a respectable West End hotel?”
“No, not exactly that, but he’s not always returned home when he was expected. Occasionally he’s turned up tostay with friends on a day when they haven’t asked him, or not turned up on the date when they had asked him. Thatsort of thing.”
“Yes,” said Father. “Yes. Well that sounds very nice and natural and according to plan, doesn’t it? When exactlydid you say he disappeared?”
“Thursday. November 19th. He was supposed to be attending a congress at—” He bent12 down and studied somepapers on his desk. “—oh yes, Lucerne. Society of Biblical Historical Studies. That’s the English translation of it. Ithink it’s actually a German society.”
“And it was held at Lucerne? The old boy—I suppose he is an old boy?”
“Sixty-three, sir, I understand.”
“The old boy didn’t turn up, is that it?”
Inspector Campbell drew his papers towards him and gave Father the ascertainable13 facts in so far as they had beenascertained.
“Doesn’t sound as if he’d gone off with a choirboy,” observed Chief-Inspector Davy.
“I expect he’ll turn up all right,” said Campbell, “but we’re looking into it, of course. Are you—er—particularlyinterested in the case, sir?” He could hardly restrain his curiosity on this point.
“No,” said Davy thoughtfully. “No, I’m not interested in the case. I don’t see anything to be interested about in it.”
There was a pause, a pause which clearly contained the words, “Well, then?” with a question mark after it fromInspector Campbell, which he was too well-trained to utter in audible tones.
“What I’m really interested in,” said Father, “is the date. And Bertram’s Hotel, of course.”
“It’s always been very well-conducted, sir. No trouble there.”
“That’s very nice, I’m sure,” said Father. He added thoughtfully, “I’d rather like to have a look at the place.”
“Of course, sir,” said Inspector Campbell. “Anytime you like. I was thinking of going round there myself.”
“I might as well come along with you,” said Father. “Not to butt14 in, nothing like that. But I’d just rather like tohave a look at the place, and this disappearing Archdeacon of yours, or whatever he is, makes rather a good excuse.
No need to call me ‘sir’ when we’re there—you throw your weight about. I’ll just be your stooge.”
Inspector Campbell became interested.
“Do you think there’s something that might tie in there, sir, something that might tie in with something else?”
“There’s no reason to believe so, so far,” said Father. “But you know how it is. One gets—I don’t know what tocall them—whims, do you think? Bertram’s Hotel, somehow, sounds almost too good to be true.”
He resumed his impersonation of a bumblebee with a rendering15 of “Let’s All Go Down the Strand16.”
The two detective officers went off together, Campbell looking smart in a lounge suit (he had an excellent figure),and Chief-Inspector Davy carrying with him a tweedy air of being up from the country. They fitted in quite well. Onlythe astute17 eye of Miss Gorringe, as she raised it from her ledgers18, singled out and appreciated them for what they were.
Since she had reported the disappearance of Canon Pennyfather herself and had already had a word with a lesserpersonage in the police force, she had been expecting something of this kind.
A faint murmur20 to the earnest-looking girl assistant whom she kept handy in the background, enabled the latter tocome forward and deal with any ordinary inquiries21 or services while Miss Gorringe gently shifted herself a littlefarther along the counter and looked up at the two men. Inspector Campbell laid down his card on the desk in front ofher and she nodded. Looking past him to the large tweed-coated figure behind him, she noted22 that he had turnedslightly sideways, and was observing the lounge and its occupants with an apparently23 na?ve pleasure at beholding24 sucha well-bred, upper-class world in action.
“Would you like to come into the office?” said Miss Gorringe. “We can talk better there perhaps.”
“Yes, I think that would be best.”
“Nice place you’ve got here,” said the large, fat, bovine- looking man, turning his head back towards her.
“Comfortable,” he added, looking approvingly at the large fire. “Good old-fashioned comfort.”
Miss Gorringe smiled with an air of pleasure.
“Yes, indeed. We pride ourselves on making our visitors comfortable,” she said. She turned to her assistant. “Willyou carry on, Alice? There is the ledger19. Lady Jocelyn will be arriving quite soon. She is sure to want to change herroom as soon as she sees it but you must explain to her we are really full up. If necessary, you can show her number340 on the third floor and offer her that instead. It’s not a very pleasant room and I’m sure she will be content with herpresent one as soon as she sees that.”
“Yes, Miss Gorringe. I’ll do just that, Miss Gorringe.”
“And remind Colonel Mortimer that his field glasses are here. He asked me to keep them for him this morning.
Don’t let him go off without them.”
“No, Miss Gorringe.”
These duties accomplished25, Miss Gorringe looked at the two men, came out from behind the desk and walkedalong to a plain mahogany door with no legend on it. Miss Gorringe opened it and they went into a small, rather sad-looking office. All three sat down.
“The missing man is Canon Pennyfather, I understand,” said Inspector Campbell. He looked at his notes. “I’ve gotSergeant Wadell’s report. Perhaps you’ll tell me in your own words just what occurred.”
“I don’t think that Canon Pennyfather has really disappeared in the sense in which one would usually use thatword,” said Miss Gorringe. “I think, you know, that he’s just met someone somewhere, some old friend or somethinglike that, and has perhaps gone off with him to some scholarly meeting or reunion or something of that kind, on theContinent—he is so very vague.”
“You’ve known him for a long time?”
“Oh yes, he’s been coming here to stay for—let me see—oh five or six years at least, I should think.”
“You’ve been here some time yourself, ma’am,” said Chief-Inspector Davy, suddenly putting in a word.
“I have been here, let me think, fourteen years,” said Miss Gorringe.
“It’s a nice place,” repeated Davy again. “And Canon Pennyfather usually stayed here when he was in London? Isthat right?”
“Yes. He always came to us. He wrote well beforehand to retain his room. He was much less vague on paper thanhe was in real life. He asked for a room from the 17th to the 21st. During that time he expected to be away for one ortwo nights, and he explained that he wished to keep his room on while he was away. He quite often did that.”
“When did you begin to get worried about him?” asked Campbell.
“Well, I didn’t really. Of course it was awkward. You see, his room was let on from the 23rd and when I realized—I didn’t at first—that he hadn’t come back from Lugano—”
“I’ve got Lucerne here in my notes,” said Campbell.
“Yes, yes, I think it was Lucerne. Some Archaeological Congress or other. Anyway, when I realized he hadn’tcome back here and that his baggage was still here waiting in his room, it made things rather awkward. You see, weare very booked up at this time of year and I had someone else coming into his room. The Honourable27 Mrs. Saunders,who lives at Lyme Regis. She always has that room. And then his housekeeper28 rang up. She was worried.”
“The housekeeper’s name is Mrs. McCrae, so I understand from Archdeacon Simmons. Do you know her?”
“Not personally, no, but I have spoken to her on the telephone once or twice. She is, I think, a very reliable womanand has been with Canon Pennyfather for some years. She was worried naturally. I believe she and ArchdeaconSimmons got in touch with near friends and relations but they knew nothing of Canon Pennyfather’s movements. Andsince he was expecting the Archdeacon to stay with him it certainly seemed very odd—in fact it still does—that theCanon should not have returned home.”
“Is this Canon usually as absentminded as that?” asked Father.
Miss Gorringe ignored him. This large man, presumably the accompanying sergeant26, seemed to her to be pushinghimself forward a little too much.
“And now I understand,” continued Miss Gorringe, in an annoyed voice, “and now I understand from ArchdeaconSimmons that the Canon never even went to this conference in Lucerne.”
“Did he send any message to say he wouldn’t go?”
“I don’t think so—not from here. No telegram or anything like that. I really know nothing about Lucerne—I amreally only concerned with our side of the matter. It has got into the evening papers, I see—the fact that he is missing,I mean. They haven’t mentioned he was staying here. I hope they won’t. We don’t want the Press here, our visitorswouldn’t like that at all. If you can keep them off us, Inspector Campbell, we should be very grateful. I mean it’s notas if he had disappeared from here.”
“His luggage is still here?”
“Yes. In the baggage room. If he didn’t go to Lucerne, have you considered the possibility of his being run over?
Something like that?”
“Nothing like that has happened to him.”
“It really does seem very, very curious,” said Miss Gorringe, a faint flicker30 of interest appearing in her manner, toreplace the annoyance31. “I mean, it does make one wonder where he could have gone and why?”
Father looked at her comprehendingly.
“Of course,” he said. “You’ve only been thinking of it from the hotel angle. Very natural.”
“I understand,” said Inspector Campbell, referring once more to his notes, “that Canon Pennyfather left here aboutsix thirty on the evening of Thursday the 19th. He had with him a small overnight bag and he left here in a taxi,directing the commissionaire to tell the driver to drive to the Athenaeum Club.”
Miss Gorringe nodded her head.
“Yes, he dined at the Athenaeum Club—Archdeacon Simmons told me that that was the place he was last seen.”
There was a firmness in Miss Gorringe’s voice as she transferred the responsibility of seeing the Canon last fromBertram’s Hotel to the Athenaeum Club.
“Well, it’s nice to get the facts straight,” said Father in a gentle rumbling32 voice. “We’ve got ’em straight now. Hewent off with his little blue BOAC bag or whatever he’d got with him—it was a blue BOAC bag, yes? He went off andhe didn’t come back, and that’s that.”
“So you see, really I cannot help you,” said Miss Gorringe, showing a disposition33 to rise to her feet and get back towork.
“It doesn’t seem as if you could help us,” said Father, “but someone else might be able to,” he added.
“Someone else?”
“Why, yes,” said Father. “One of the staff perhaps.”
“I don’t think anyone knows anything; or they would certainly have reported it to me.”
“Well, perhaps they might. Perhaps they mightn’t. What I mean is, they’d have told you if they’d distinctly knownanything. But I was thinking more of something he might have said.”
“What sort of thing?” said Miss Gorringe, looking perplexed34.
“Oh, just some chance word that might give one a clue. Something like ‘I’m going to see an old friend tonight thatI haven’t seen since we met in Arizona.’ Something like that. Or ‘I’m going to stay next week with a niece of mine forher daughter’s confirmation35.’ With absentminded people, you know, clues like that are a great help. They show whatwas in the person’s mind. It may be that after his dinner at the Athenaeum, he gets into a taxi and thinks ‘Now wheream I going?’ and having got—say—the confirmation in his mind—thinks he’s going off there.”
“Well, I see what you mean,” said Miss Gorringe doubtfully. “It seems a little unlikely.”
“Oh, one never knows one’s luck,” said Father cheerfully. “Then there are the various guests here. I suppose CanonPennyfather knew some of them since he came here fairly often.”
“Oh yes,” said Miss Gorringe. “Let me see now. I’ve seen him talking to—yes, Lady Selina Hazy36. Then there wasthe Bishop37 of Norwich. They’re old friends, I believe. They were at Oxford38 together. And Mrs. Jameson and herdaughters. They come from the same part of the world. Oh yes, quite a lot of people.”
“You see,” said Father, “he might have talked to one of them. He might have just mentioned some little thing thatwould give us a clue. Is there anyone staying here now that the Canon knew fairly well?”
Miss Gorringe frowned in thought.
“Well, I think General Radley is here still. And there’s an old lady who came up from the country—who used tostay here as a girl, so she told me. Let me see, I can’t remember her name at the moment, but I can find it for you. Ohyes, Miss Marple, that’s her name. I believe she knew him.”
“Well, we could make a start with those two. And there’d be a chambermaid, I suppose.”
“Oh yes,” said Miss Gorringe. “But she has been interviewed already by Sergeant Wadell.”
“I know. But not perhaps from this angle. What about the waiter who attended on his table. Or the headwaiter?”
“There’s Henry, of course,” said Miss Gorringe.
“Who’s Henry?” asked Father.
Miss Gorringe looked almost shocked. It was to her impossible that anyone should not know Henry.
“Henry has been here for more years than I can say,” she said. “You must have noticed him serving teas as youcame in.”
“Kind of personality,” said Davy. “I remember noticing him.”
“I don’t know what we should do without Henry,” said Miss Gorringe with feeling. “He really is wonderful. Hesets the tone of the place, you know.”
“Perhaps he might like to serve tea to me,” said Chief-Inspector Davy. “Muffins, I saw he’d got there. I’d like agood muffin again.”
“Certainly if you like,” said Miss Gorringe, rather coldly. “Shall I order two teas to be served to you in thelounge?” she added, turning to Inspector Campbell.
“That would—” the inspector began, when suddenly the door opened and Mr. Humfries appeared in his Olympianmanner.
He looked slightly taken aback, then looked inquiringly at Miss Gorringe. Miss Gorringe explained.
“These are two gentlemen from Scotland Yard, Mr. Humfries,” she said.
“Detective-Inspector Campbell,” said Campbell.
“Oh yes. Yes, of course,” said Mr. Humfries. “The matter of Canon Pennyfather, I suppose? Most extraordinarybusiness. I hope nothing’s happened to him, poor old chap.”
“So do I,” said Miss Gorringe. “Such a dear old man.”
“One of the old school,” said Mr. Humfries approvingly.
“You seem to have quite a lot of the old school here,” observed Chief-Inspector Davy.
“I suppose we do, I suppose we do,” said Mr. Humfries. “Yes, in many ways we are quite a survival.”
“We have our regulars you know,” said Miss Gorringe. She spoke29 proudly. “The same people come back year afteryear. We have a lot of Americans. People from Boston, and Washington. Very quiet, nice people.”
“They like our English atmosphere,” said Mr. Humfries, showing his very white teeth in a smile.
Father looked at him thoughtfully. Inspector Campbell said,“You’re quite sure that no message came here from the Canon? I mean it might have been taken by someone whoforgot to write it down or to pass it on.”
“Telephone messages are always taken down most carefully,” said Miss Gorringe with ice in her voice. “I cannotconceive it possible that a message would not have been passed on to me or to the appropriate person on duty.”
She glared at him.
Inspector Campbell looked momentarily taken aback.
“We’ve really answered all these questions before, you know,” said Mr. Humfries, also with a touch of ice in hisvoice. “We gave all the information at our disposal to your sergeant—I can’t remember his name for the moment.”
Father stirred a little and said, in a kind of homely39 way,“Well you see, things have begun to look rather more serious. It looks like a bit more than absentmindedness.
That’s why, I think, it would be a good thing if we could have a word or two with those two people you mentioned—General Radley and Miss Marple.”
“You want me to—to arrange an interview with them?” Mr. Humfries looked rather unhappy. “General Radley’svery deaf.”
“I don’t think it will be necessary to make it too formal,” said Chief-Inspector Davy. “We don’t want to worrypeople. You can leave it quite safely to us. Just point out those two you mentioned. There is just a chance, you know,that Canon Pennyfather might have mentioned some plan of his, or some person he was going to meet at Lucerne orwho was going with him to Lucerne. Anyway, it’s worth trying.”
Mr. Humfries looked somewhat relieved.
“Nothing more we can do for you?” he asked. “I’m sure you understand that we wish to help you in every way,only you do understand how we feel about any Press publicity40.”
“Quite,” said Inspector Campbell.
“And I’ll just have a word with the chambermaid,” said Father.
“Certainly, if you like. I doubt very much whether she can tell you anything.”
“Probably not. But there might be some detail—some remark the Canon made about a letter or an appointment.
One never knows.”
Mr. Humfries glanced at his watch.
“She’ll be on duty at six,” he said. “Second floor. Perhaps, in the meantime, you’d care for tea?”
“Suits me,” said Father promptly41.
They left the office together.
Miss Gorringe said, “General Radley will be in the smoking room. The first room down that passage on the left.
He’ll be in front of the fire there with The Times. I think,” she added discreetly42, “he might be asleep. You’re sure youdon’t want me to—”
“No, no, I’ll see to it,” said Father. “And what about the other one—the old lady?”
“She’s sitting over there, by the fireplace,” said Miss Gorringe.
“The one with white fluffy43 hair and the knitting?” said Father, taking a look. “Might almost be on the stage,mightn’t she? Everybody’s universal great-aunt.”
“Great-aunts aren’t much like that nowadays,” said Miss Gorringe, “nor grandmothers nor great-grandmothers, if itcomes to that. We had the Marchioness of Barlowe in yesterday. She’s a great-grandmother. Honestly, I didn’t knowher when she came in. Just back from Paris. Her face a mask of pink and white and her hair platinum44 blonde and Isuppose an entirely45 false figure, but it looked wonderful.”
“Ah,” said Father, “I prefer the old-fashioned kind myself. Well, thank you, ma’am.” He turned to Campbell. “I’lllook after it, shall I, sir? I know you’ve got an important appointment.”
“That’s right,” said Campbell, taking his cue. “I don’t suppose anything much will come of it, but it’s worthtrying.”
Mr. Humfries disappeared into his inner sanctum, saying as he did so:
“Miss Gorringe—just a moment, please.”
Miss Gorringe followed him in and shut the door behind her.
Humfries was walking up and down. He demanded sharply:
“What do they want to see Rose for? Wadell asked all the necessary questions.”
“I suppose it’s just routine,” said Miss Gorringe, doubtfully.
“You’d better have a word with her first.”
Miss Gorringe looked a little startled.
“But surely Inspector Campbell—”
“Oh, I’m not worried about Campbell. It’s the other one. Do you know who he is?”
“I don’t think he gave his name. Sergeant of some kind, I suppose. He looks rather a yokel46.”
“Yokel, my foot,” said Mr. Humfries, abandoning his elegance47. “That’s Chief-Inspector Davy, an old fox if thereever was one. They think a lot of him at the Yard. I’d like to know what he’s doing here, nosing about and playing thegenial hick. I don’t like it at all.”
“You can’t think—”
“I don’t know what to think. But I tell you I don’t like it. Did he ask to see anyone else besides Rose?”
“I think he’s going to have a word with Henry.”
Mr. Humfries laughed. Miss Gorringe laughed too.
“We needn’t worry about Henry.”
“No, indeed.”
“And the visitors who knew Canon Pennyfather?”
Mr. Humfries laughed again.
“I wish him joy of old Radley. He’ll have to shout the place down and then he won’t get anything worth having.
He’s welcome to Radley and that funny old hen, Miss Marple. All the same, I don’t much like his poking48 his nosein….”
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