Miss Marple – Miss Marple and Mystery: The Complete Short Stories. Агата Кристи

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      ‘No,’ said Vole. ‘No –’ He looked puzzled and discouraged. ‘But anyway,’ he added with reviving spirit, ‘it lets me out. I’ve got an alibi. You must see Romaine – my wife – at once.’

      ‘Certainly,’ acquiesced the lawyer. ‘I should already have seen Mrs Vole but for her being absent when you were arrested. I wired to Scotland at once, and I understand that she arrives back tonight. I am going to call upon her immediately I leave here.’

      Vole nodded, a great expression of satisfaction settling down over his face.

      ‘Yes, Romaine will tell you. My God! it’s a lucky chance that.’

      ‘Excuse me, Mr Vole, but you are very fond of your wife?’

      ‘Of course.’

      ‘And she of you?’

      ‘Romaine is devoted to me. She’d do anything in the world for me.’

      He spoke enthusiastically, but the solicitor’s heart sank a little lower. The testimony of a devoted wife – would it gain credence?

      ‘Was there anyone else who saw you return at nine-twenty? A maid, for instance?’

      ‘We have no maid.’

      ‘Did you meet anyone in the street on the way back?’

      ‘Nobody I knew. I rode part of the way in a bus. The conductor might remember.’

      Mr Mayherne shook his head doubtfully.

      ‘There is no one, then, who can confirm your wife’s testimony?’

      ‘No. But it isn’t necessary, surely?’

      ‘I dare say not. I dare say not,’ said Mr Mayherne hastily. ‘Now there’s just one thing more. Did Miss French know that you were a married man?’

      ‘Oh, yes.’

      ‘Yet you never took your wife to see her. Why was that?’

      For the first time, Leonard Vole’s answer came halting and uncertain.

      ‘Well – I don’t know.’

      ‘Are you aware that Janet Mackenzie says her mistress believed you to be single, and contemplated marrying you in the future?’

      Vole laughed.

      ‘Absurd! There was forty years difference in age between us.’

      ‘It has been done,’ said the solicitor drily. ‘The fact remains. Your wife never met Miss French?’

      ‘No –’ Again the constraint.

      ‘You will permit me to say,’ said the lawyer, ‘that I hardly understand your attitude in the matter.’

      Vole flushed, hesitated, and then spoke.

      ‘I’ll make a clean breast of it. I was hard up, as you know. I hoped that Miss French might lend me some money. She was fond of me, but she wasn’t at all interested in the struggles of a young couple. Early on, I found that she had taken it for granted that my wife and I didn’t get on – were living apart. Mr Mayherne – I wanted the money – for Romaine’s sake. I said nothing, and allowed the old lady to think what she chose. She spoke of my being an adopted son for her. There was never any question of marriage – that must be just Janet’s imagination.’

      ‘And that is all?’

      ‘Yes – that is all.’

      Was there just a shade of hesitation in the words? The lawyer fancied so. He rose and held out his hand.

      ‘Goodbye, Mr Vole.’ He looked into the haggard young face and spoke with an unusual impulse. ‘I believe in your innocence in spite of the multitude of facts arrayed against you. I hope to prove it and vindicate you completely.’

      Vole smiled back at him.

      ‘You’ll find the alibi is all right,’ he said cheerfully.

      Again he hardly noticed that the other did not respond.

      ‘The whole thing hinges a good deal on the testimony of Janet Mackenzie,’ said Mr Mayherne. ‘She hates you. That much is clear.’

      ‘She can hardly hate me,’ protested the young man.

      The solicitor shook his head as he went out.

      ‘Now for Mrs Vole,’ he said to himself.

      He was seriously disturbed by the way the thing was shaping.

      The Voles lived in a small shabby house near Paddington Green. It was to this house that Mr Mayherne went.

      In answer to his ring, a big slatternly woman, obviously a charwoman, answered the door.

      ‘Mrs Vole? Has she returned yet?’

      ‘Got back an hour ago. But I dunno if you can see her.’

      ‘If you will take my card to her,’ said Mr Mayherne quietly, ‘I am quite sure that she will do so.’

      The woman looked at him doubtfully, wiped her hand on her apron and took the card. Then she closed the door in his face and left him on the step outside.

      In a few minutes, however, she returned with a slightly altered manner.

      ‘Come inside, please.’

      She ushered him into a tiny drawing-room. Mr Mayherne, examining a drawing on the wall, stared up suddenly to face a tall pale woman who had entered so quietly that he had not heard her.

      ‘Mr Mayherne? You are my husband’s solicitor, are you not? You have come from him? Will you please sit down?’

      Until she spoke he had not realized that she was not English. Now, observing her more closely, he noticed the high cheekbones, the dense blue-black of the hair, and an occasional very slight movement of the hands that was distinctly foreign. A strange woman, very quiet. So quiet as to make one uneasy. From the very first Mr Mayherne was conscious that he was up against something that he did not understand.

      ‘Now, my dear Mrs Vole,’ he began, ‘you must not give way –’

      He stopped. It was so very obvious that Romaine Vole had not the slightest intention of giving way. She was perfectly calm and composed.

      ‘Will you please tell me all about it?’ she said. ‘I must know everything. Do not think to spare me. I want to know the worst.’ She hesitated, then repeated in a lower tone, with a curious emphasis which the lawyer did not understand: ‘I want to know the worst.’

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