Inspector Alleyn 3-Book Collection 2: Death in Ecstasy, Vintage Murder, Artists in Crime. Ngaio Marsh

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       CHAPTER 14 Nigel Takes Stock

      ‘Grand old girl, that,’ agreed Nigel from his armchair.

      ‘Wasn’t she?’ agreed Alleyn. ‘That doorkeeper in the house of the ungodly will have to be seen.’

      ‘To check up on her visit?’

      ‘Just that.’

      ‘Look here,’ said Nigel, ‘how did you know?’

      ‘Never you mind. Keep quiet. Now I’ll have to see the rest of the staff.’

      The rest of the staff proved to be unproductive of much intelligence. Two housemaids, a parlourmaid, a chauffeur and a cook, who all seemed excited and perturbed as if they had one eye on the tragedy and the other on losing their jobs. The parlourmaid, outwardly a frigid woman, obviously regarded the affair as a personal affront and seemed at the same time to be in a semi-explosive condition. The upper-housemaid was excited, the under-housemaid was incoherent. The cook wept, but absent-mindedly and rather as though she felt it incumbent on her as a fat, comfortable woman to do so. They bore out Nannie’s statements as regard their movements on the preceding day. The chauffeur repeated his previous statement that he had driven Miss Quayne to the church at two-thirty and had brought her home at five to three. He had certainly thought she seemed most upset when she came out of the church. ‘Kind of flabbergasted,’ was the way he’d describe it. She was very pale and, he thought, out of breath. He had got tired of sitting in the car and had walked up the side entry to the double doors. Miss Quayne had left one door open and he looked into the hall. He saw her come out of the door by the altar. He thought she said something and supposed she was speaking to Father Garnette. One or two people had gone into the church while he waited. Alleyn asked the parlourmaid, who had been with Miss Quayne since she took the house, how many of the Initiates were regular visitors. He gave her a list of their names which she held in genteel fashion with her little finger crooked.

      ‘Most of these neemes are familiar,’ she said.

      ‘Have all of them visited Miss Quayne?’

      ‘Yes.’

      ‘Some more frequently than others?’

      ‘Quayte,’ said the parlourmaid, whose name was Wilson.

      ‘Which were the most regular visitors?’

      ‘Mr Ravinje,’ it appeared, Mr Ogden and Mrs Candour.

      ‘Mrs Candour? When was she last here?’

      ‘I could ascertain,’ said Wilson, ‘from the appointment book.’

      ‘Please let me see it.’

      Wilson produced the appointment book. It was a diary, and Alleyn spent some minutes over it.

      ‘I notice,’ he said at last, ‘that Mrs Candour was quite a regular visitor until some three weeks ago. She seems to have lunched or dined pretty well every week. Then her name does not appear again. He raised an eyebrow at Wilson. ‘Any reason for that, do you know?’

      ‘There was words,’ said Wilson.

      ‘What about?’

      ‘A certain party.’

      ‘Oh. What party? Or don’t you know?’

      Wilson drew down the corners of her mouth.

      ‘Come on, Wilson,’ said Alleyn, ‘Let’s know the worst.’

      ‘Well, reely, I never am in the habit of repeating the drawing-room in the kitchen,’ said Wilson.

      ‘This isn’t the kitchen and it may be important. Did Mrs Candour and Miss Quayne have words about Mr Garnette?’

      ‘Yes, sir,’ said Wilson who seemed to have weighed Alleyn in the balance and found him quality.

      ‘Tell me about it, Wilson. You’ll be speaking in the cause of justice, you know. Think of that and expand. Did this row take place at lunch on Wednesday, November 14th, the last time Mrs Candour was here?’

      ‘Yes, sir. Or rather it was after lunch. Over the coffee in here.’

      ‘You brought the coffee in?’

      ‘Yes. Voices was raised and I heard words as the ladies came out of the dining-room. I was coming into the hall with the tray and I didn’t actually know what to do.’

      ‘Very awkward for you. What where they saying?’

      Wilson suddenly cast off СКАЧАТЬ