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

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      ‘Not because of that. She told a string of lies. Have a look at the statement later on and you’ll spot them.’

      ‘You flatter me, I’m afraid. Why was she lying, do you suppose?’

      ‘Not because she murdered Master,’ grunted Alleyn. ‘It’s a right-handed job if ever there was one.’

      ‘She may be ambidexterous.’

      ‘I don’t think so. She opened and closed the door, marked the plan, and took out her handkerchief, with the left hand. She used the left hand every time she ministered to Lady Wutherwood. She’s not our pigeon unless she’s an accessory to the blasted fact. What do you think, Fox?’

      ‘I should say she’s got a snug job with her ladyship,’ said Fox, glancing up from his notes and over the top of his glasses.

      ‘Well, I must be off,’ said Curtis. ‘See about this PM. Fox rang up the coroner. I’ll start first thing in the morning. Cairnstock has an operation tomorrow and said he’d come and have a look later on. Don’t expect we’ll find anything of interest to you. I’ll ring you up about midday. Good night.’

      He went out. Fox closed his note-book and removed his spectacles. Somewhere in the flat a clock struck eleven.

      ‘Well, Br’er Fox,’ said Alleyn. ‘So it goes on. We’d better see another Lamprey. What’s your fancy? Suppose we follow Master Henry’s suggestion and talk to his mother.’

      ‘Very good,’ said Fox.

      ‘We’d better let Lady Katherine go home. We can’t keep them all boxed up in here indefinitely, I suppose.’ He looked at the constable. ‘My compliments to Lady Charles Lamprey, Gibson, and I’d be grateful if she could spare me a few minutes. And say that we shall not trouble Lady Katherine Lobe any further tonight. You won’t call them Lady Lamprey and Lady Lobe, will you? And warn the man on duty in the entrance that Lady Katherine is to be allowed out. She lives at Hammersmith, Fox. We’ll have to keep an eye on her, I suppose.’

      ‘She’s not exactly the cut of a murderess, is she?’ Fox remarked.

      ‘You wouldn’t say so. You wouldn’t say she was the cut of a fairy, either, but apparently she vanishes.’

      ‘How d’you make that out, Mr Alleyn?’

      ‘According to herself, she met Michael on the landing just as he was going into the other flat. Tinkerton saw Michael but didn’t see Lady Katherine.’

      ‘Perhaps the young gentleman made two trips, Mr Alleyn.’

      ‘The young gentleman is our prize witness up to date, Fox. He tells the truth. As far as one can judge the family talent for embroidery has given him a miss. He’s a good boy, is young Michael. No. Either Tinkerton added another lie to her bag or else –’

      Gibson, the constable, opened the door and stood aside. Lady Charles Lamprey came in.

      ‘Here I am, Mr Alleyn,’ she said, ‘but I hope you don’t expect any intelligent answers because I promise you that you won’t get them from me. If you told me that Aunt Kit was steeped in Gabriel’s blood I should only say: “Fancy. So it’s Aunt Kit after all. How too naughty of her.”’

      He pulled out the armchair at the foot of the table and she sank down on it, taking the weight of her body on her wrists as elderly people do.

      ‘Of course you must be deadly tired,’ Alleyn said. ‘Do you know, that is the one thing that seems to happen to all people alike when a case of this sort crops up? Everyone feels mentally and physically exhausted. It’s a sort of carry over from shock, I suppose.’

      ‘It’s very unpleasant whatever it is. Would you be an angel and see if there are cigarettes on the sideboard?’

      The box was empty. ‘Would you like to ring for some,’ Alleyn asked, ‘or would these be any use?’ He opened his case and put it on the table in front of her with an ash-tray and matches. ‘They are your sort, I think.’

      ‘So they are. That is kind. But I must see that there are some here, because if we are going to be any time at all I shall smoke all these and then what will you do?’

      ‘Please smoke them. I’m not allowed cigarettes on duty.’

      He watched her light the cigarette and inhale deeply. Her hands were not quite steady.

      ‘Now I’m ready for anything,’ she said.

      ‘It won’t be a solemn affair. I just want to check over your own movements, which seem to be very plain sailing and then I’ll ask you to tell me anything you can think of that may help us to sort things out a little.’

      ‘I expect I’m much more likely to muddle them up, but I’ll try to keep my head.’

      ‘According to my notes,’ said Alleyn, looking dubiously at them, ‘you went to your room with Lady Wutherwood and Lady Katherine Lobe and remained there until you heard Lord Wutherwood call for the second time. Then, followed by Lady Wutherwood, you went to the drawing-room.’

      ‘Yes. She didn’t come into the drawing-room, you know. I hurried on ahead of her.’

      ‘To ask for someone to take them down in the lift?’

      ‘Yes,’ she said steadily, ‘that’s it.’

      ‘Did you see anybody else on your way to the drawing-room?’

      ‘I think Mike was in the passage. Nobody else.’

      ‘And Lord Wutherwood was in the lift?’

      ‘I suppose he was. I didn’t look. He sounded cross so I rather skidded past, do you know?’

      ‘I see. And then you asked for someone to work the lift and Mr Stephen Lamprey went out and worked it.’

      IV

      Alleyn felt, rather than heard, her draw in her breath. She said lightly: ‘No, that’s not quite right. You remember that we don’t know which twin went out.’

      ‘I think I know,’ said Alleyn. ‘I’m not trying to trap you into an admission. We’ll leave it that a twin went out and you followed, as far as the hall, to say goodbye. Lady Wutherwood got into the lift and you returned to the drawing-room. That’s all right?’

      ‘About me – yes.’

      ‘I’ll ask you to sign it later, if you will. What I hope you will do now, is give us some sort of sidelight on Lord Wutherwood himself. I’m afraid many of my questions will sound impertinent. Perhaps the most offensive part of police investigation is the ferreting. We have to ferret, you know, like anything.’

      ‘Ferret away,’ said Lady Charles.

      ‘Well, can you think of anybody who would want to kill Lord Wutherwood?’

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