A Murder is Announced. Агата Кристи

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      ‘Jewellery?’

      ‘A couple of rings and brooches, and the cameos I’m wearing. You must agree with me, Inspector, that the whole thing’s absurd.’

      ‘It wasn’t burglary at all,’ cried Miss Bunner. ‘I’ve told you so, Letty, all along. It was revenge! Because you wouldn’t give him that money! He deliberately shot at you—twice.’

      ‘Ah,’ said Craddock. ‘We’ll come now to last night. What happened exactly, Miss Blacklock? Tell me in your own words as nearly as you can remember.’

      Miss Blacklock reflected a moment.

      ‘The clock struck,’ she said. ‘The one on the mantelpiece. I remember saying that if anything were going to happen it would have to happen soon. And then the clock struck. We all listened to it without saying anything. It chimes, you know. It chimed the two quarters and then, quite suddenly, the lights went out.’

      ‘What lights were on?’

      ‘The wall brackets in here and the further room. The standard lamp and the two small reading lamps weren’t on.’

      ‘Was there a flash first, or a noise when the lights went out?’

      ‘I don’t think so.’

      ‘I’m sure there was a flash,’ said Dora Bunner. ‘And a cracking noise. Dangerous!’

      ‘And then, Miss Blacklock?’

      ‘The door opened—’

      ‘Which door? There are two in the room.’

      ‘Oh, this door in here. The one in the other room doesn’t open. It’s a dummy. The door opened and there he was—a masked man with a revolver. It just seemed too fantastic for words, but of course at the time I just thought it was a silly joke. He said something—I forget what—’

      ‘Hands up or I shoot!’ supplied Miss Bunner, dramatically.

      ‘Something like that,’ said Miss Blacklock, rather doubtfully.

      ‘And you all put your hands up?’

      ‘Oh, yes,’ said Miss Bunner. ‘We all did. I mean, it was part of it.’

      ‘I didn’t,’ said Miss Blacklock crisply. ‘It seemed so utterly silly. And I was annoyed by the whole thing.’

      ‘And then?’

      ‘The flashlight was right in my eyes. It dazzled me. And then, quite incredibly, I heard a bullet whizz past me and hit the wall by my head. Somebody shrieked and then I felt a burning pain in my ear and heard the second report.’

      ‘It was terrifying,’ put in Miss Bunner.

      ‘And what happened next, Miss Blacklock?’

      ‘It’s difficult to say—I was so staggered by the pain and the surprise. The—the figure turned away and seemed to stumble and then there was another shot and his torch went out and everybody began pushing and calling out. All banging into each other.’

      ‘Where were you standing, Miss Blacklock?’

      ‘She was over by the table. She’d got that vase of violets in her hand,’ said Miss Bunner breathlessly.

      ‘I was over here.’ Miss Blacklock went over to the small table by the archway. ‘Actually it was the cigarette-box I’d got in my hand.’

      Inspector Craddock examined the wall behind her. The two bullet holes showed plainly. The bullets themselves had been extracted and had been sent for comparison with the revolver.

      He said quietly:

      ‘You had a very near escape, Miss Blacklock.’

      ‘He did shoot at her,’ said Miss Bunner. ‘Deliberately at her! I saw him. He turned the flash round on everybody until he found her and then he held it right at her and just fired at her. He meant to kill you, Letty.’

      ‘Dora dear, you’ve just got that into your head from mulling the whole thing over and over.’

      ‘He shot at you,’ repeated Dora stubbornly. ‘He meant to shoot you and when he’d missed, he shot himself. I’m certain that’s the way it was!’

      ‘I don’t think he meant to shoot himself for a minute,’ said Miss Blacklock. ‘He wasn’t the kind of man who shoots himself.’

      ‘You tell me, Miss Blacklock, that until the revolver was fired you thought the whole business was a joke?’

      ‘Naturally. What else could I think it was?’

      ‘Who do you think was the author of this joke?’

      ‘You thought Patrick had done it at first,’ Dora Bunner reminded her.

      ‘Patrick?’ asked the Inspector sharply.

      ‘My young cousin, Patrick Simmons,’ Miss Blacklock continued sharply, annoyed with her friend. ‘It did occur to me when I saw this advertisement that it might be some attempt at humour on his part, but he denied it absolutely.’

      ‘And then you were worried, Letty,’ said Miss Bunner. ‘You were worried, although you pretended not to be. And you were quite right to be worried. It said a murder is announced—and it was announced—your murder! And if the man hadn’t missed, you would have been murdered. And then where should we all be?’

      Dora Bunner was trembling as she spoke. Her face was puckered up and she looked as though she were going to cry.

      Miss Blacklock patted her on the shoulder.

      ‘It’s all right, Dora dear—don’t get excited. It’s so bad for you. Everything’s quite all right. We’ve had a nasty experience, but it’s over now.’ She added, ‘You must pull yourself together for my sake, Dora. I rely on you, you know, to keep the house going. Isn’t it the day for the laundry to come?’

      ‘Oh, dear me, Letty, how fortunate you reminded me! I wonder if they’ll return that missing pillowcase. I must make a note in the book about it. I’ll go and see to it at once.’

      ‘And take those violets away,’ said Miss Blacklock. ‘There’s nothing I hate more than dead flowers.’

      ‘What a pity. I picked them fresh yesterday. They haven’t lasted at all—oh, dear, I must have forgotten to put any water in the vase. Fancy that! I’m always forgetting things. Now I must go and see about the laundry. They might be here any moment.’

      She bustled away, looking quite happy again.

      ‘She’s not very strong,’ said Miss Blacklock, ‘and excitements are bad for her. Is there anything more you want to know, Inspector?’

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