Miss Marple 3-Book Collection 1: The Murder at the Vicarage, The Body in the Library, The Moving Finger. Агата Кристи
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Slack beckoned me imperiously to go and sit at the writing table.
Somehow I didn’t much like doing it. It gave me an uncomfortable feeling. But, of course, I complied.
Presently I heard footsteps outside, they paused for a minute, then retreated. Inspector Slack indicated to me that I could return to the other side of the room. Mrs Protheroe re-entered through the window.
‘Is that exactly how it was?’ asked Colonel Melchett.
‘I think exactly.’
‘Then can you tell us, Mrs Protheroe, just exactly where the Vicar was in the room when you looked in?’ asked Inspector Slack.
‘The Vicar? I – no, I’m afraid I can’t. I didn’t see him.’
Inspector Slack nodded.
‘That’s how you didn’t see your husband. He was round the corner at the writing-desk.’
‘Oh!’ she paused. Suddenly her eyes grew round with horror. ‘It wasn’t there that – that –’
‘Yes, Mrs Protheroe. It was while he was sitting there.’
‘Oh!’ She quivered.
He went on with his questions.
‘Did you know, Mrs Protheroe, that Mr Redding had a pistol?’
‘Yes. He told me so once.’
‘Did you ever have that pistol in your possession?’
She shook her head. ‘No.’
‘Did you know where he kept it?’
‘I’m not sure. I think – yes, I think I’ve seen it on a shelf in his cottage. Didn’t you keep it there, Lawrence?’
‘When was the last time you were at the cottage, Mrs Protheroe?’
‘Oh! About three weeks ago. My husband and I had tea there with him.’
‘And you have not been there since?’
‘No. I never went there. You see, it would probably cause a lot of talk in the village.’
‘Doubtless,’ said Colonel Melchett dryly. ‘Where were you in the habit of seeing Mr Redding, if I may ask?’
‘He used to come up to the Hall. He was painting Lettice. We – we often met in the woods afterwards.’
Colonel Melchett nodded.
‘Isn’t that enough?’ Her voice was suddenly broken. ‘It’s so awful – having to tell you all these things. And – and there wasn’t anything wrong about it. There wasn’t – indeed, there wasn’t. We were just friends. We – we couldn’t help caring for each other.’
She looked pleadingly at Dr Haydock, and that soft-hearted man stepped forward.
‘I really think, Melchett,’ he said, ‘that Mrs Protheroe has had enough. She’s had a great shock – in more ways than one.’
The Chief Constable nodded.
‘There is really nothing more I want to ask you, Mrs Protheroe,’ he said. ‘Thank you for answering my questions so frankly.’
‘Then – then I may go?’
‘Is your wife in?’ asked Haydock. ‘I think Mrs Protheroe would like to see her.’
‘Yes,’ I said, ‘Griselda is in. You’ll find her in the drawing-room.’
She and Haydock left the room together and Lawrence Redding with them.
Colonel Melchett had pursed up his lips and was playing with a paper knife. Slack was looking at the note. It was then that I mentioned Miss Marple’s theory. Slack looked closely at it.
‘My word,’ he said, ‘I believe the old lady’s right. Look here, sir, don’t you see? – these figures are written in different ink. That date was written with a fountain pen or I’ll eat my boots!’
We were all rather excited.
‘You’ve examined the note for fingerprints, of course,’ said the Chief Constable.
‘What do you think, Colonel? No fingerprints on the note at all. Fingerprints on the pistol those of Mr Lawrence Redding. May have been some others once, before he went fooling round with it and carrying it around in his pocket, but there’s nothing clear enough to get hold of now.’
‘At first the case looked very black against Mrs Protheroe,’ said the Colonel thoughtfully. ‘Much blacker than against young Redding. There was that old woman Marple’s evidence that she didn’t have the pistol with her, but these elderly ladies are often mistaken.’
I was silent, but I did not agree with him. I was quite sure that Anne Protheroe had had no pistol with her since Miss Marple had said so. Miss Marple is not the type of elderly lady who makes mistakes. She has got an uncanny knack of being always right.
‘What did get me was that nobody heard the shot. If it was fired then – somebody must have heard it – wherever they thought it came from. Slack, you’d better have a word with the maid.’
Inspector Slack moved with alacrity towards the door.
‘I shouldn’t ask her if she heard a shot in the house,’ I said. ‘Because if you do, she’ll deny it. Call it a shot in the wood. That’s the only kind of shot she’ll admit to hearing.’
‘I know how to manage them,’ said Inspector Slack, and disappeared.
‘Miss Marple says she heard a shot later,’ said Colonel Melchett thoughtfully. ‘We must see if she can fix the time at all precisely. Of course it may be a stray shot that had nothing to do with the case.’
‘It may be, of course,’ I agreed.
The Colonel took a turn or two up and down the room.
‘Do you know, Clement,’ he said suddenly, ‘I’ve a feeling that this is going to turn out a much more intricate and difficult business than any of us think. Dash it all, there’s something behind it.’ He snorted. ‘Something we don’t know about. We’re only beginning, Clement. Mark my words, we’re only beginning. All these things, the clock, the note, the pistol – they don’t make sense as they stand.’
I shook my head. They certainly didn’t.
‘But I’m going to get to the bottom of it. No calling in of Scotland Yard. Slack’s a smart man. He’s a very smart man. He’s a kind of ferret. He’ll nose his way through to the truth. He’s done several very good things already, and this case will be his chef d’oeuvre. Some men would call in Scotland Yard. I shan’t. We’ll get to the bottom of this here in Downshire.’
‘I hope so, I’m sure,’ I said.
I tried to make my voice enthusiastic, but I had already taken such a dislike to Inspector Slack that the prospect of his success failed to appeal to me. A successful Slack would, I thought, be even more odious than a baffled one.
‘Who has the house next door?’ asked the Colonel suddenly.
‘You mean at the end of the road? Mrs Price Ridley.’
‘We’ll go along to her after Slack has finished with your maid. She might just possibly have heard something. She isn’t deaf or anything, is she?’
‘I should say her hearing is remarkably keen. I’m going by the amount of scandal she has started by “just happening to overhear accidentally”.’
‘That’s the kind of woman we want. Oh! here’s Slack.’
The Inspector had the air of one emerging from a severe tussle.
‘Phew!’ he said. ‘That’s a tartar you’ve got, sir.’
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