Inspector Alleyn 3-Book Collection 4: A Surfeit of Lampreys, Death and the Dancing Footman, Colour Scheme. Ngaio Marsh

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СКАЧАТЬ said Fox in his stolid way, ‘she’d killed her husband?’

      ‘Yes,’ agreed Alleyn, ‘if she had done that.’

      Dr Kantripp put his hands in his trouser pockets, took them out again, and walked restlessly round the room.

      ‘If she had done that,’ Alleyn repeated, ‘the question of her sanity or degree of insanity would be of the very first importance.’

      ‘Yes, yes, that’s obvious. As a matter of fact I understand that she has paid visits to some sort of nursing home. You can find out where and what it is, no doubt. Frid seemed to suggest there had been a bit of mental trouble at some time but – see here, Alleyn, do you suspect her of murder? Have you any reason to suppose there’s a motive?’

      ‘No more reason, perhaps, than I have for suspecting motive with the Lampreys.’

      ‘But, damn it all,’ Dr Kantripp burst out, ‘you can’t possibly think any one of those delightful lunatics is capable – to my mind it’s absolutely grotesque to imagine for one moment – I mean, look at them.’

      ‘Look at the field if it comes to that,’ said Alleyn. ‘The Lampreys, Lady Katherine Lobe. Lady Wutherwood –’

      ‘And the servants.’

      ‘And the servants. The nurse, the butler, the cook, and the housemaids belonging to this flat; and the chauffeur and lady’s maid belonging to the Wutherwoods. Oh, and a bailiff’s man at present in possession here.’

      ‘Good Lord!’

      ‘Yes. I expect when Messrs Lane and Eagle learn in the morning’s paper that Lord Charles has come in for the peerage, they will slacken the pressure. But in the meantime there is Mr Grumball, the bum-bailiff, to be added to the list of possibles. A fanciful speculation might suggest that Mr Grumball fell for the Lamprey charm and, moved by remorse and distaste for his job, altruistically decided to murder Lord Wutherwood; or, if you like, that Mr Grumball dispatched Lord Wutherwood as an indirect but certain method of collecting the debt.’

      ‘I’d believe that,’ said Dr Kantripp rather defiantly, ‘before I’d believe one of the Lampreys did it.’

      ‘How would you describe the Lampreys?’ asked Alleyn abruptly.

      ‘You’ve met them.’

      ‘I know. But to someone who hadn’t met them. Suppose you had to find a string of appropriate adjectives for the Lampreys, what would they be? Charming, of course. What else?’

      ‘What the devil does it matter how I describe them?’

      ‘I should like to hear, however.’

      ‘Good Lord! Well, amusing, and ah – well ah –’

      ‘Upright?’ suggested Alleyn. ‘Business-like? Scrupulous? Reliable? Any of those jump to the mind?’

      ‘They’re kind,’ said Dr Kantripp turning rather red. ‘They’re extremely good-natured. They wouldn’t hurt a fly.’

      ‘Never do anybody any sort of injury?’

      ‘Never, wittingly, I’m sure.’

      ‘Scrupulous over money matters?’

      ‘Very generous. Look here, Alleyn, I know what you’re driving at but it’s no good. They may be in a hole. They may be a bit vague about accounts and expenses and what-not. I don’t say they’re not. Since we’re being so amazingly unprofessional, I don’t mind confessing I wish they did tidy up their bills a bit more regularly. The whole thing is that while they’ve got money they blue it and when they haven’t they can’t haul in their sails. But it’s only because they’re vague. It never occurs to them that other people don’t live in the same way. They don’t really think that money is of any importance. They would never in this world do anything desperate to get money. They couldn’t. It’s the way they are bred, I suppose.’

      ‘Oh, no,’ said Alleyn. ‘I don’t agree with that. Business-consciences aren’t entirely bounded by the little fences of class, are they. However, that is beside the point.’

      ‘Well, look here,’ said Dr Kantripp hastily, ‘I really must run along. Curtis has got my address if you should want me. I asked Lady Wutherwood about her own doctor and she said she hadn’t one. Hadn’t had a consultation for three years. I’ve got his man, if it’s relevant. Cairnstock, the brain man we called in, you know, has left a report. He couldn’t wait to see you, but Mr Fox was here.’

      ‘Yes, Fox got the report.’

      ‘Right. Well, goodbye, Alleyn.’ Dr Kantripp offered his hand. ‘I – ah – I hope you will find – ah –’

      ‘Somebody,’ suggested Alleyn with a faint twinkle, ‘that nobody is at all fond of?’

      ‘Oh well, dammit, it’s a nasty business, isn’t it?’ said Dr Kantripp who presented the agreeable paradox of a man in a tearing hurry, unable to take his departure when there was nothing to stop him. ‘She’ll do all right. Lady W., I mean. I’ve given her a sedative and so on.’ He went to the door and executed a little shuffle. ‘Ah – Curtis will tell you we noticed – ah – a slight condition of the – ah – the eyes.’

      ‘Pin-point pupils?’ asked Alleyn.

      ‘Oh, you saw that, did you? Well – ah – Goodbye. Goodbye, Fox. Goodbye.’

      ‘Very awkward for him,’ said Alleyn, after the door had shut.

       CHAPTER 13

       The Sanity of Lady Wutherwood

      ‘It’ll take that Abigail some time to stow away her mistress for the night,’ said Alleyn. ‘Before she comes back, let’s go over what we’ve got. Check me as I go, Br’er Fox. We’ve got, in a half-baked sort of way, the positions of the Lampreys and Co., according to themselves, from the time their charade came to an end until the time they carried him, dying and unconscious, out of the lift. We now know which of the twins took him down in the lift?’

      ‘Do we?’ asked Dr Curtis.

      ‘Oh, yes, rather. I’ll come to that in a bit. We know the Lampreys are in deep water and we gather they had hopes of extracting two thousand pounds from the victim. We know they used the skewer in their charade, that it was lying on the hall table just before Lord Wutherwood left the drawing-room, and that it had disappeared a few minutes later. Young Michael is our authority here, and he’s very positive about it. So it looks as though our homicide was somebody who was in the hall at a moment after Lord W. went to the lift and before Michael returned to the hall from the dining-room. According to evidence; during this brief interlude the Ladies Friede and Patricia went from the dining-room to Lady Charles’s bedroom in flat 26, and therefore passed through the hall. The Ladies Wutherwood and Katherine Lobe went СКАЧАТЬ