Inspector Alleyn 3-Book Collection 7: Off With His Head, Singing in the Shrouds, False Scent. Ngaio Marsh

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      Trixie came round occasionally from the Public Bar into the Private. It was Trixie who had been entrusted by Alleyn with the message that the police would be obliged if Mrs Bünz and Miss Campion would keep the early afternoon free.

      ‘Which was exactly the words he used,’ Trixie said. ‘A proper gentleman if a policeman, and a fine deep voice, moreover, with a powerful kind of smack in it.’

      This was not altogether reassuring.

      Mrs Bünz said unexpectedly: ‘It is not pleasant to be told to await the police. I do not care for policemen. My dear husband and I were anti-Nazi. It is better to avoid such encounters.’

      Camilla, seeing a look of profound anxiety in Mrs Bünz’s eyes, said: ‘It’s all right, Mrs Bünz. They’re here to take care of us. That’s what we keep them for. Don’t worry.’

      ‘Ach!’ Mrs Bünz said, ‘you are a child. The police do not look after anybody. They make investigations and arrests. They are not sympathetic. Dar,’ she added, making one of her catarrhal noises.

      It was upon this sombre note that Inspector Fox came in to say that if Miss Campion had finished her luncheon Mr Alleyn would be very pleased to have a word with her.

      Camilla told herself it was ridiculous to feel nervous but she continued to do so. She followed the enormous bulk of Mr Fox down the narrow passage. Her throat became dry and her heart thumped. ‘Why?’ she thought. ‘What have I got to get flustered about? This is ridiculous.’

      Fox opened the door into the little sitting-room and said: ‘Miss Campion, Mr Alleyn.’ He beamed at Camilla and stepped aside for her. She walked in and was immeasurably relieved to find her friend Dr Otterly. Beyond him, at the far side of a table, was a tall dark man who stood up politely as she came in.

      ‘Ah!’ Dr Otterly said, ‘here’s Camilla.’

      Alleyn came round the table and Camilla found herself offering him her hand as if they had been introduced at a party.

      ‘I hope,’ he said, ‘you don’t mind giving us a few minutes.’

      ‘Yes,’ murmured Camilla, ‘I mean, no.’

      Alleyn pushed forward a chair.

      ‘Don’t worry,’ he said, ‘it won’t be as bad as all that, and Dr Otterly’s here to see fair play. The watchword is “routine”.

      Camilla sat down. Like a good drama student, she did it beautifully without looking at the chair. ‘If I could pretend this was a mood-and-movement exercise,’ she thought, ‘I’d go into it with a good deal more poise.’

      Alleyn said: ‘We’re checking the order of events before and during the Dance of the Five Sons. You were there, weren’t you, for the whole time? Would you be very patient and give us an account of it? From your point of view.’

      ‘Yes, of course. As well as I can. I don’t expect I’ll be terribly good.’

      ‘Let’s see, anyway,’ he suggested comfortably. ‘Now, here goes.’

      Her account tallied in every respect with what he had already been told. Camilla found it easier than she would have expected and hadn’t gone very far before she had decided with correct professional detachment that Alleyn had ‘star quality’.

      When she arrived at the point where Simon Begg as ‘Crack’, the hobby horse, did his improvisation, Camilla hesitated for the first time and turned rather pink.

      ‘Ah, yes,’ Alleyn said. ‘That was the tar-baby thing after the first general entrance, wasn’t it? What exactly is “Crack’s” act with the tar?’

      ‘It’s all rather ham, I’m afraid,’ Camilla said grandly. ‘Folkseyhokum.’ She turned a little pinker still and then said honestly: ‘I expect it isn’t really. I expect it’s quite interesting but I didn’t much relish it because he came thundering after me and, for some ridiculous reason, I got flustered.’

      ‘I’ve seen the head. Enough to fluster anybody in that light, I should imagine.’

      ‘It did me, anyway. And I wasn’t all that anxious to have my best ski-ing trousers ruined. So I ran. It came roaring after me. I couldn’t get away because of all the people. I felt kind of cornered and faced it. Its body swung up – it hangs from a frame, you know. I could see his legs: he was wearing lightish coloured trousers.’

      ‘Was he?’ Alleyn said with interest.

      ‘Yes. Washed-out cords. Almost white. He always wears them. It was silly,’ Camilla said, ‘to be rattled. Do you know I actually yelled. Wasn’t it shaming? In front of all those village oafs.’ She checked herself. ‘I don’t mean that. I’m half village myself and I dare say that’s why I yelled. Anyway I did.’

      ‘And then?’

      ‘Well,’ Camilla said, half laughing, ‘well then I kind of made a bee-line for the Betty and that was all right because it was Ralph Stayne, who’s not at all frightening.’

      ‘Good,’ Alleyn said, smiling at her. ‘And he coped with the situation, did he?’

      ‘He was just the job. Masterful type: or he would have been if he hadn’t looked so low comedy. Anyway, I took refuge in his bombasine bosom and “Crack” sort of sloped off.’

      ‘Where to?’

      ‘He went sort of cavorting and frisking out at the back and everybody laughed. Actually, Begg does get pretty well into the skin of that character,’ Camilla said with owlish professionalism.

      Alleyn led her through the rest of the evening and was told nothing that he hadn’t already heard from Dr Otterly. It was oddly touching to see how Camilla’s natural sprightliness faltered as she approached the moment of violence in her narrative. It seemed to Alleyn she was still so young that her spirit danced away from any but the most immediate and direct shock. ‘She’s vulnerable only to greenstick fracture of the emotion,’ he thought. But, as they reached the point when her grandfather failed to reappear and terror came upon the five sons, Camilla turned pale and pressed her hands together between her knees.

      ‘I didn’t know in the slightest what had happened, of course. It was queer. One sort of felt there was something very much amiss and yet one didn’t exactly know, one felt it. Even when Dan called them and they all went and looked – I – it was so silly, but I think I sort of wondered if he’d just gone away.’

      ‘Ah!’ Alleyn said quickly. ‘So he could have gone away during the dance and you mightn’t have noticed?’

      Dr Otterly sighed ostentatiously.

      ‘Well – no,’ Camilla said. ‘No, I’m sure he couldn’t. It would have been quite impossible. I was standing right over on the far side and rather towards the back of the stage. About OP second entrance, if you know where that is.’

      Alleyn said he did. ‘So you actually could see behind the stone?’

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