Inspector Alleyn 3-Book Collection 8: Death at the Dolphin, Hand in Glove, Dead Water. Ngaio Marsh

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СКАЧАТЬ I inquire at the house?’ Raikes asked.

      ‘It can wait. All this is the most shameless conjecture, really.’

      ‘To me,’ Williams said, considering it, ‘it seems likely enough.’

      ‘It’ll do to go on with. But it doesn’t explain,’ Alleyn said, ‘why the wick in the lantern’s been turned hard off, does it?’

      ‘Is that a fact!’ Raikes remarked, primly.

      ‘This stanchion,’ said Williams, who had been looking at it. ‘Have you noticed the lower point? You’d expect it to come out of the soil clean or else dirty all round. But it’s dirty on one side and sort of scraped clean on the other.’

      ‘You’ll go far in the glorious profession of your choice.’

      ‘Come off it!’ said Williams, who had done part of his training with Alleyn.

      ‘Look at the ground where that great walloping pipe was laid out. That, at least, is not entirely obliterated by boots. See the scars in the earth on this side? Slanting hole with a scooped depression on the near side.’

      ‘What of them?’

      ‘Try it, Fox.’

      Fox, who was holding the stanchion by its top, laid the pointed end delicately in one of the scars. ‘Fits,’ he said. ‘There’s your lever, I reckon.’

      ‘If so the mud on one side was scraped off on the pipe. Wrap it up and lay it by. The flash and dabs boys will be here any moment now. We’ll have to take casts, Br’er Fox.’

      Dr Elekton said: ‘What’s all this about the stanchion?’

      ‘We’re wondering if it was used as a lever for the drain-pipe. We’re not very likely to find anything on the pipe itself after the rough handling it’s been given, but it’s worth trying.’

      He walked to the end of the drain, returned on the far side to the solitary pipe and squatted beside it. Presently he said: ‘There are marks – scrapings – same distance apart, at a guess. I think we’ll find they fill the bill.’

      When he rejoined the others, he stood for a moment and surveyed the scene. A capful of wind blew down Green Lane, snatched at a corner of the tarpaulin and caused it to ripple very slightly as if Mr Cartell had stirred. Fox attended to it, tucking it under, with a macabre suggestion of cosiness.

      Alleyn said: ‘If ever it behoved us to keep open minds about a case it behoves us to do so over this one. My reading so far, may be worth damn all, but such as it is I’ll make you a present of it. On the surface appearance, it looks to me as though this was a premeditated job and was carried out with the minimum of fancy work. Some time before Cartell tried to cross it, the plank bridge was pulled towards the road side of the drain until the farther ends rested on the extreme edge. The person who did this, then put out the light in the lantern and hid: very likely by lying down on the hard surface alongside one of the pipes. The victim came out with his dog on a leash. He stepped on the bridge which collapsed. He was struck in the face by a plank and stunned. The leash bit into his right hand before it was jerked free. The dog jumped the drain, possibly got itself mixed up with the iron stanchion and, if so, probably dislodged the lantern which fell into the drain. The concealed person came back, used the stanchion as a lever and rolled the drain-pipe into the drain. It fell fourteen feet on his victim and killed him. Ha – hallo! What’s that!’

      He leaned forward, peering into the ditch: ‘This looks like something,’ he sighed. ‘Down, I fear, into the depths I go.’

      ‘I will, sir,’ Fox offered.

      ‘You keep your great boots out of this,’ Alleyn rejoined cheerfully.

      He placed the foot of the steel ladder near the place where the body was found and climbed down it. The drain sweated dank water and smelt sour and disgusting. From where he stood, on the bottom rung, he pulled out his flashlight.

      From above they saw him stoop and reach under the plank that rested against the wall.

      When he came up he carried something wrapped in his handkerchief. He knelt and laid his improvised parcel on the ground.

      ‘Look at this,’ he said, and they gathered about him.

      He unfolded his handkerchief.

      On it lay a gold case, very beautifully worked. It had a jewelled clasp and was smeared with slime.

      ‘His?’ Williams said.

      ‘– or somebody else’s? I wonder.’

      They stared at it in silence. Alleyn was about to wrap it again when they were startled by a loud, shocking and long-drawn-out howl.

      About fifty yards away, sitting in the middle of the lane in an extremely dishevelled condition, with a leash dangling from her collar, was a half-bred boxer bitch, howling lamentably.

      ‘Pixie,’ said Raikes.

      II

      They met with difficulty when they tried to catch Pixie. If addressed, she writhed subserviently, threshed her tail, and whined. If approached, she sprang aside, ran a short distance in a craven manner, sat down again and began alternately to bark and howl.

      The five men whistled, stalked, ran and cursed, all to no avail. ‘She’ll rouse the whole bloody village at this rate,’ Superintendent Williams lamented and indeed several persons had collected beyond the cars at the road barrier.

      Alleyn and Dr Elekton tried a scissors movement, Raikes and Williams an ill-conceived form of indirect strategy. Fox made himself hot and cross in a laughable attempt to jump upon Pixie’s lead and all had come to nothing before they were aware of the presence of a small, exceedingly pale man in an alpaca jacket on the far side of Mr Period’s gate. It was Alfred Belt.

      How long he had been there it was impossible to say. He was standing quite still with his well-kept hands on the top of the gate and his gaze directed respectfully at Alleyn.

      ‘If you will allow me, sir,’ he said. ‘I think I may be able to secure the dog.’

      ‘For God’s sake do,’ Alleyn rejoined.

      Alfred whistled. Pixie with a travesty of canine archness cocked her head on one side. ‘Here, girl,’ Alfred said disgustedly. ‘Meat.’ She loped round the top end of the drain and ran along the fence towards him. ‘You bitch,’ he said dispassionately as she fawned upon him.

      Superintendent Williams, red with his exertions, formally introduced Alfred across the drain. Alfred said: ‘Good morning, sir. Mr Period has asked me to present his compliments and to say that if there is anything you require he hopes you will call upon him.’

      ‘Thank you,’ Alleyn rejoined. ‘I was going to. In about five minutes. Will you tell him?’

      ‘Certainly, sir,’ Alfred said and withdrew.

      Alleyn said to Williams: ‘When the flash and dabs lot turn up, СКАЧАТЬ