Inspector Alleyn 3-Book Collection 2. Ngaio Marsh

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СКАЧАТЬ reckon Garnette heard Ogden showing it to M. de Ravigne at the party and pinched it,’ said Fox. ‘After all, sir, his prints are on the top of the book and on the wrappings of the parcel. He might have missed wiping them off that part of the book.’

      ‘What about that little drip Claude?’ demanded Nigel. ‘You heard Ogden say he was out when he came for the books. And you remember Claude said that a week before he saw the Curiosities here he had put the other books at the back of the shelf. He looked mighty uncomfortable over that. Of course that was when he brought them back from Ogden’s. Suppose he pinched it and didn’t want to say so?’

      ‘That’s got to be considered too,’ said Alleyn. ‘I think the stray prints on the top of the leaves are possibly Claude’s, and not Garnette’s. Bailey hasn’t had much success with them.’

      ‘You think Mr Wheatley took the book?’ said Fox.

      ‘But,’ said Nigel, flushed with triumph, ‘it hadn’t got a brown-paper cover on, so if Claude took it he did so deliberately.’

      ‘Don’t overdo it, Bathgate,’ said Alleyn kindly. ‘This is the pace that kills.’

      ‘Garnette told him to take it,’ continued Nigel. ‘Depend upon it, Garnette told him to take it.’

      ‘He’d never do that, Mr Bathgate,’ objected Fox. ‘Not if he meant to make use of it. No, I still think Garnette pinched the book himself.’

      ‘Here we go round the mulberry bush for about the millionth time,’ said Alleyn wearily, ‘and why the devil we’re hanging about this beastly place is more than I can tell. Let’s get back to the Yard, Fox. There’s an unconscionable lot of drudgery ahead. Have they tackled the fingerprint game?’

      ‘They’re at it now,’ said Fox, as they all walked down the aisle. ‘And by the way, sir, we’ve checked Dr Kasbek’s story. He seems to be all right.’

      ‘Good. I rang New York early this morning. They were very polite and will try to find us something about Garnette and Ogden. They can check up Ogden through the address on that letter we found on him. Come on.’

      But they were not quite finished with the House of the Sacred Flame. In the closed entry, watched over by an enormous constable, was Miss Wade.

      ‘Oh, officer,’ said Miss Wade. She peered up at Alleyn and pitched her voice in a genteel falsetto. ‘I would like to speak to you for a moment.’

      ‘Certainly,’ said Alleyn politely. ‘I’ll see you in the car, Fox.’

      Nigel and Fox walked on, and the constable, with massive tact, withdrew to the outer end of the alley.

      ‘What can I do for you, Miss Wade?’ asked Alleyn.

      ‘It is a little matter that has rather troubled me. I am afraid I cannot keep pace with all the dreadful things that have happened since yesterday afternoon. Dear Janey says someone has stolen the money that dear Cara so generously gave to the temple. When did they do this?’

      ‘We don’t know, unfortunately. The bonds were deposited in the safe last month. They had disappeared last night.’

      ‘Were they stolen yesterday afternoon?’

      ‘Why do you ask that, Miss Wade?’ said Alleyn quickly.

      ‘I only thought that perhaps that was what poor Cara meant when she said she would tell Father Garnette about it.’

      Alleyn gazed at Miss Wade rather as though she had suddenly produced a rabbit from somewhere behind her back teeth.

      ‘Would you mind saying that again?’ he asked.

      Miss Wade repeated her last remark in a somewhat louder voice but with perfect equanimity.

      ‘When,’ said Alleyn, ‘did Miss Quayne say this, and to whom?’

      ‘Yesterday afternoon, to be sure. When else?’

      ‘When else, of course,’ repeated Alleyn with some difficulty. ‘How do you know she said it, if I may ask?’

      ‘Really, officer! Because I overheard her. Naturally.’

      ‘Naturally. In the – the temple?’

      ‘In the temple. Naturally, in the temple.’

      ‘Naturally.’

      ‘It quite upset my meditation. I had come down early before the Neophytes’ instruction to make my preparation for the evening ceremony. I had chosen the word “bliss” and had just reached the Outer Portal of the Soul when this interruption occurred. It was provoking. I wished, afterwards, that I had chosen a back pew instead of my Initiate’s throne.’

      ‘I am extremely glad you didn’t,’ Alleyn managed to say.

      ‘Shall I continue?’

      ‘Please do.’

      ‘I had held my breath up to forty-five and exhaled slowly while inwardly repeating the word and, as I say, was about to enter the Outer Portal when she opened the door.’

      ‘Miss Quayne did?’

      ‘Who else? Before that I had not been aware of her presence in Father Garnette’s rooms. She had arrived before I did and had gone through the hall, no doubt. I left my overshoes outside,’ added Miss Wade with magnificent irrelevancy.

      ‘She opened the door into Mr Garnette’s rooms, and then you heard her?’

      ‘Yes. The curtain was hiding her, of course, but she raised her voice and, being in the front, I heard her. Indeed, I felt a little annoyed with dear Cara. The altar door should never be used in meditation hours. Except, of course, by Father himself. And it was well after meditation began. I glanced at my watch. Quarter to three it was.’

      ‘Miss Wade, can you repeat exactly what you overheard Miss Quayne say?’

      ‘Her very words. “I don’t believe you are speaking the truth” was what dear Cara said, “and I shall tell Father Garnette what you have done.”’

      Here Miss Wade paused and drew herself up with a little quiver.

      ‘To whom did she speak?’

      ‘I haven’t a notion,’ said Miss Wade cosily.

      Alleyn stifled a groan.

      ‘No,’ she went on, ‘that I do not know. Not Father, naturally.’

      ‘Naturally,’ repeated poor Alleyn.

      ‘Whoever it was, was quite inaudible. And then she came hurrying down in to the temple with a great lack of reverence, poor thing. She rushed past me without seeing me, though I remained kneeling and gave her a reproachful glance. There were some neophytes in the back pews. It really was naughty of Cara. Such a bad example.’

      ‘Did she seem much upset?’

      ‘Distracted,’ СКАЧАТЬ