Death in Ecstasy. Ngaio Marsh

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СКАЧАТЬ in that case, you would not object to telling me a little more about this place. It is an extremely unusual sort of church.’ He glanced round apologetically. ‘All this intellectual sculpture. Who is the lowering gentleman with the battle-axe? He makes one feel quite shy.’

      â€˜I fancy he is Wotan, which is the same as Odin. Perhaps Thor. I really don’t know. I imagine the general idea owes something to some cult in Germany, and is based partly on Scandinavian mythology, though as you see it does not limit itself to one, or even a dozen, doctrines. It’s a veritable olla podrida with Garnette to stir the pot. The statues were commissioned by a very rich old lady in the congregation.’

      â€˜An old lady!’ murmured Alleyn. ‘Fancy!’

      â€˜It is rather overwhelming,’ agreed Kasbek. ‘Shall we move into the hall? I should like to sit down.’

      â€˜Certainly,’ said Alleyn. ‘Fox, will you make a sketch-plan of the chancel? I won’t be more than two minutes and then we’ll start on the others. Run a line of chalk round the body and get the bluebottle in there to ring for the mortuary-van. Come along with us, won’t you, Bathgate?’

      Nigel and Dr Kasbek followed the inspector down to the front row of chairs. These were sumptuously upholstered in red embossed velvet.

      â€˜Front stalls,’ said Alleyn, sitting down.

      â€˜There are seven of them, as you see. They are for the six Initiates and the Chosen Vessel. These are selected from a sort of inner circle among the congregation, or so I understand.’

      Dr Kasbek settled himself comfortably in his velvet pew. He was a solid shortish man of about fifty-five with dark hair worn en brosse, a rather fleshy and pale face, and small, intelligent eyes.

      â€˜It was founded by Garnette two years ago. I first heard of it from an old patient of mine who lives nearby. She was always raving about the ceremonies and begging me to go. I was called in to see her one Sunday evening just before the service began and she made me promise I’d attend it. I’ve been several times since. I am attracted by curious places and interested in – how shall I put it? – in the incalculable vagaries of human faith. Garnette’s doctrine of dramatized pantheism, if that’s what it is, amused and intrigued me. So did the man himself. Where he got the money to buy the place – it was originally a nonconformist club-room, I think – and furnish it and keep it going, I’ve no idea. Probably it was done by subscription. Ogden is Grand Warden or something. He’ll be able to tell you. It’s all very expensive, as you see. Garnette is the only priest and literally the “onlie begetter,” the whole show in fact. He undoubtedly practises hypnotism and that, too, interests me. The service you saw tonight, Mr Bathgate, is only held once a month and is their star turn. The Chosen Vessel – Miss Quayne on this occasion – has to do a month’s preparation, which means, I think, intensive instruction and private meditation with Garnette.’

      â€˜Odin and Frigga,’ said Alleyn. ‘I begin to understand. Are you personally acquainted with any of the Initiates?’

      â€˜Ogden introduced himself to me some weeks ago and Garnette came and spoke to me the first evening I was here. On the look-out for new material, I suppose.’

      â€˜None of the others?’

      â€˜No. Ogden suggested I should “get acquainted,” but’ – he smiled – ‘I enjoy being an onlooker and I evaded it. I’m afraid that’s all I can tell you.’

      â€˜It’s all extremely suggestive and most useful. Thank you very much, Dr Kasbek. I won’t keep you any longer. Dr Curtis may want a word with you before you go. I’ll send him down here. You’ll be subpoenaed for the inquest of course.’

      â€˜Of course. Are you Chief Detective-Inspector Alleyn?’

      â€˜Yes.’

      â€˜I remembered your face. I saw you at the Theodore Roberts trial.’

      â€˜Oh, yes.’

      â€˜The case interested me. You see I’m an alienist.’

      â€˜Oh, yes,’ said Alleyn again with his air of polite detachment.

      â€˜I was glad they brought in a verdict of insanity. Poor Roberts. I suppose in a case of that sort the police do not push for the – the other thing.’

      â€˜The police force is merely a machine. I must fly I’m afraid. Goodnight. Bathgate, will you let Dr Kasbek out when he has spoken to Curtis?’

      Alleyn returned to the top of the hall. The divisional surgeon joined Kasbek and the two doctors walked down the aisle with that consultation manner, heads together, faces very solemn, like small boys in conference. Nigel followed sheepishly at a tactful distance. The word cyanide floated at intervals down the aisle. At last Dr Curtis said: ‘Yes. All right. Goodnight.’ They shook hands. Nigel hurried up to wrestle with the elaborate bolts and lock that secured the double doors.

      â€˜Oh, thank you very much,’ said Kasbek. ‘You’ve made yourself quite invaluable this evening, Mr Bathgate.’

      To tell you the truth, sir,’ said Nigel, ‘I am surprised at my own initiative. It was the smell that did it.’

      â€˜Oh, quite. I was just going to say no one must leave when you spoke up. Very glad of your support. Can you manage? Ah – that’s done it. I see there’s a constable outside. I hope he lets me out! Goodnight, Mr Bathgate.’

       CHAPTER 5 A Priest and Two Acolytes

      The constable had arrived with the mortuary-van. A stretcher was brought in. Nigel, not wishing to see again that terrible figure, hung back at the entrance, but after all, try as he would, he could not help watching. The group up in the chancel looked curiously theatrical. Alleyn had turned on all the side lamps but they were dull red and insignificant. The torch flickered confusedly. At one moment it threw down a strong glare, and at the next almost failed, so that the figures of the men continually started to life and seemed to move when actually they were still. Alleyn drew the brocaded satin away from the body and stood contemplating it. The body, still in its same contracted, headlong posture, looked as though some force had thrown it down with a sudden violence. Dr Curtis said something. His voice sounded small and melancholy in the empty building. Nigel caught the words ‘rigor mortis – rapid.’ Alleyn nodded and his shadow, starting up on the wall as the torch flared again, made a monstrous exaggeration of the gesture. They bent down and lifted the body on to the whitish strip of the stretcher. One of the men pulled a sheet up. Curtis spoke to them. They lifted the stretcher and came slowly down the aisle, black silhouettes now against the lighted chancel. They passed Nigel heavily and went out of the open door. The constable stayed in the entrance, so Nigel did not relock the doors. He returned to the chancel.

      â€˜I’m glad that part is over,’ he said to Alleyn.

      â€˜What? Oh, the body.’

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