Inspector Alleyn 3-Book Collection 2: Death in Ecstasy, Vintage Murder, Artists in Crime. Ngaio Marsh
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Название: Inspector Alleyn 3-Book Collection 2: Death in Ecstasy, Vintage Murder, Artists in Crime
Автор: Ngaio Marsh
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Зарубежные детективы
isbn: 9780007531363
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‘Is that you, Bathgate? Don’t say my name. Say “Hullo, darling.” That’s right. Now just answer yes and no in a loving voice if your guests are still with you. Are they? Good. It’s Angela speaking.’
‘Hullo, darling,’ quacked the little voice.
‘Is your telephone the sort that shouts or whispers? Does it shout?’
‘No, my sweet. It’s too marvellous to hear your voice,’ said Nigel in Chester Terrace. Without covering the receiver he addressed somebody in the room: ‘It’s Angela – my – I’m engaged to her. Excuse the raptures.’
‘Are you sure it’s all right for me to talk?’ continued Alleyn.
‘Angela, darling, I can hardly hear you. This telephone is almost dumb.’
‘That’s all right then. Now attend to me. Have you got very friendly?’
‘Of course I have,’ said Nigel rapturously.
‘Well. Get yourself invited to either or both of their flats. Can you do that?’
‘But Angel, I did all that ages ago. When am I going to see you?’
‘Do you mean you have already been to their flats?’
‘No, no. Of course not. How are you?’
‘Getting bloody irritable. What do you mean?’
‘Well, at the moment I am sitting looking at your photograph. As a matter of fact I’ve been showing it to somebody else.’
‘Blast your eyes.’
‘No, my sweet, nobody you know. I hope you will soon. They’re engaged like us. We’re all going to a show. Angela, where are you?’
‘At the Yard.’
‘Darling, how expensive! Yarborough! A toll call. Never mind. When are you coming to London? Is there anything I can do for you?’
‘Yes, there is. If you’re going to a show, can you engineer a round trip to their flats afterwards?’
‘Rather! As a matter of fact I’d rather thought of doing that. Darling –’
‘Shut up. Listen carefully now.’
‘At Harrods? Must it be pink, my sweet?’
‘Now don’t you be too clever. Miss Angela would cast you off for ever if you mooed at her like that. Pay attention. When you are there I want you to observe certain things.’
‘All right, darling, I was only being facetious. Let me know the worst.’
‘I will. This is what I want you to look for –’ Alleyn talked on. Fox listened solemnly. Nigel, over in Chester Terrace, blew kisses into the receiver and smiled apologetically at Janey Jenkins and Maurice Pringle.
‘It annoys Angela beyond endurance if I hold modern conversations with her on the telephone,’ said Nigel hanging up the receiver on a final oath from Alleyn.
‘If that was a sample, I’m not surprised,’ said Janey Jenkins. ‘I absolutely forbid Maurice to call me his sweet. Don’t I, Blot?’
‘Yes,’ said Maurice unresponsively. He got up and moved restlessly about the room, fetching up at the window where he stood and stared out into the street, biting his fingers.
‘What is your Angela’s other name?’ asked Janey.
‘North. She’s darkish with a big mouth and thin.’
‘When are you going to be married?’
‘In April. When are you?’
Janey looked at Maurice’s back. ‘It’s not settled yet.’
‘I’d better do something about getting seats for a show,’ said Nigel. ‘Where shall we go? It’s such fun your coming here like this. We must make it a proper party. Have you seen “Fools Step In” at the Palace?’
‘No. We’d love to, but look here, we’re not dressed for a party.’
‘Oh. No, you’re not, are you? Wait a moment. Let’s make it a real gala. I’ll change now and then we’ll take a taxi and go to your flat and then to Pringle’s. We’ll have a drink here first. Pringle, would you make the drinks while I change? The things are all in that cupboard there. It’s only half-past five. I’ll have a quick bath – won’t be ten minutes. Do you mind? Will it amuse you? Not my bath, but everything else?’
‘Of course it will,’ said Janey.
Maurice swung round from the window and faced Nigel. ‘Look here,’ he said, ‘aren’t you rather rash to rush into parties with people that are suspected of murder?’
‘Don’t Maurice!’ whispered Janey.
‘My good ass,’ said Nigel, ‘you embarrass me. You may of course be a homicidal maniac, but personally I imagine Alleyn has definitely ruled you out.’
‘I suppose he’s told you to say that. You seem to be very thick with him.’
‘Maurice, please!’
‘My dear Jane, it’s not impossible.’
‘No,’ said Nigel calmly, ‘of course it’s not. Alleyn is by way of being a friend. I think you’re suspicions are perfectly reasonable, Pringle.’
‘Oh, God, you are a little gentleman. I suppose you think I’m bloody unpleasant.’
‘As a matter of fact I do, at the moment, but you’ll be better when you’ve had a cocktail. Get to work, there’s a good chap. And you might ring up the Palace for seats.’
‘Look here, I’m damned sorry. I’m not myself. My nerves are all to hell. Janey, tell him I’m not entirely bogus. I can’t be if you say so.’
Janey went to him and held him firmly by one ear.
‘Not entirely bogus,’ she told Nigel.
‘That’s all right then,’ said Nigel hurriedly. ‘Look after yourselves.’
‘As he bathed he thought carefully about his instructions. In effect Alleyn had told him to cultivate these two with a view to spying on them. Nigel winced. Stated baldly it sounded unpleasant. He had had this sort of thing out with Alleyn on former occasions. The Chief Inspector had told him roundly that his scruples had merely pointed to a wish to have the ha’pence СКАЧАТЬ