Inspector Alleyn 3-Book Collection 2. Ngaio Marsh

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      ‘Because she was unpopular,’ said Miss Wade triumphantly.

      ‘And why was she unpopular, do you think?’

      ‘Poor thing! I think there was a certain amount of jealousy. I’m afraid that there was, although perhaps I should not say so. Father Garnette seemed to think I should not say so.’

      ‘I am sure you want to help us.’

      ‘Oh, yes, of course I do. At least – Would you be good enough to tell me if poor Cara was murdered?’

      ‘I believe so. It looks like it.’

      ‘Then if I say that somebody was jealous of her you may grow suspicious and begin to think all sorts of things, and I don’t believe in capital punishment.’

      ‘Jealousy is not invariably followed by homicide.’

      ‘Isn’t that precisely what I was saying! So you see!’

      ‘Mrs Candour,’ said Alleyn thoughtfully, ‘tells me that Miss Quayne was not a particularly striking personality.’

      ‘Now that’s really naughty of Dagmar. She should try to conquer her feelings. It is not as though Father gave them any encouragement. I am afraid she wilfully misunderstood. He is too noble and too pure even to guess –’

      ‘Guess what, Miss Wade?’

      Miss Wade compressed her faded lips and looked acutely uncomfortable.

      ‘Come!’ said Alleyn. ‘I shall jump to some terrible conclusion if you are so mysterious.’

      ‘I don’t believe what they say,’ cried Miss Wade. Her voice shook and her thin hands trembled in her lap. ‘It is wicked – wicked. His thoughts are as pure as a saint’s. Cara was a child to him. Dagmar is a wicked woman to speak as she does. Cara was excitable and impulsive, we know that, and generous – generous. Rich people are not always to be envied.’ Alleyn was silent for a moment.

      ‘Tell me,’ he began at last,’ were your eyes closed during the ceremony of the cup?’

      ‘Oh, yes. We all must keep our eyes closed, except, of course, when we pour out the wine. One has to open them then.’

      ‘You did not notice any of the other Initiates when they poured out the wine?’

      ‘Of course not,’ said Miss Wade uncomfortably. She became very pink and pursed up her lips.

      ‘I should have thought,’ pursued Alleyn gently, that when you took the cup from M. de Ravigne –’

      ‘Oh, then of course I had to peep,’ admitted Miss Wade.

      ‘And when you passed it on to Mr Pringle?’

      ‘Well, of course. Especially with Mr Pringle, he has such very tremulous hands. Exceedingly tremulous. It’s smoking too many cigarettes. I told him so. I said frankly to him: “Mr Pringle, you will undermine your health with this excessive indulgence in nicotine.” My dear brother is also a very prolific smoker, so I know.’

      ‘Mr Pringle did not spill any wine, I suppose?’

      ‘No. No, he didn’t. But more by good fortune than good management. He took the cup by the stem in one hand and it quivered and, if I may say so reverently, jigged about so much that he was obliged to grasp it by the rim with the other. Then, of course, he had great difficulty in taking the wine-vessel – the silver jug, you know – from Claude, and in pouring out the wine. It wasn’t at all nice. Not reverent.’

      ‘No. M. de Ravigne?’

      ‘Ah. There, quite a different story. Everything very nice and respectful,’ said Miss Wade. ‘Dagmar had left a little trickle on the rim and he drew out a spotless handkerchief and wiped it. Nothing could be nicer. He might almost be an Englishman.’

      ‘In your anxiety – your very natural anxiety about Mr Pringle – perhaps you just looked to see –’

      ‘When he passed it to dear Janey? Yes, Inspector, I did. Janey must have felt as nervous as I did for she reached out her hands and took it as soon as Mr Pringle had poured in the wine. Well, I say “poured,” but it is my impression that although he made an attempt he did not actually succeed in doing so. Mr Ogden is always quite the gentleman, of course,’ added Miss Wade with one of her magnificent non sequiturs. ‘He receives the cup in both hands by the bowl and grasps the vessel firmly by the neck. That sounds a little as though he had three hands, but of course the mere idea is ludicrous.’

      ‘And then gives the cup to Mr Garnette.’

      ‘To Father Garnette. Yes. Of course when Father Garnette took it, I did raise my eyes. He does it so beautifully, it is quite uplifting. One hand on the stem,’ described Miss Wade holding up genteel little claws, ‘and the other laid over the cup. Like a benison.’

      ‘I suppose you all watch the Chosen Vessel?’

      ‘Oh, yes. As soon as poor Cara took it we all raised our eyes. You see she was speaking in ecstasy. It was a wonderful experience. I thought she was going to dance.’

      ‘To dance!’ ejaculated the inspector.

      ‘Even,’ chanted Miss Wade in a pious falsetto, ‘even as the priests danced before the Stone of Odin. It has happened before. A lady who has since passed through the last portal.’

      ‘You mean she has died?’

      ‘Yes.’

      ‘What did this lady die of?’ asked Alleyn.

      ‘They called it epilepsy,’ replied Miss Wade doubtfully.

      ‘Well, Miss Wade,’ said Alleyn after a pause, ‘it has been perfectly charming of you to be so patient with me. I am most grateful. There’s only one other thing.’

      ‘And that is?’ asked Miss Wade with a perky air of being exceedingly businesslike.

      ‘Will you allow the wardress to search you?’

      ‘To search me! Oh dear. I – I – must confess. It is such a very cold evening and I did not anticipate –’

      ‘You would not have to – remove anything,’ said Alleyn hurriedly. ‘Or rather’ – he looked helplessly at Miss Wade’s dejected little fur tippet and drab raincoat and, since the raincoat was unbuttoned, at layers of purple and black cardigans – ‘or rather only your outer things.’

      ‘I have no desire,’ said Miss Wade, ‘to obstruct the police in the execution of their duty. Where is this woman?’

      ‘In the porch outside.’

      ‘But that is very public.’

      ‘If you would prefer the vestry.’

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