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depends on what you call bad language.’

      ‘Could you understand it?’ I asked.

      ‘Of course I could understand it.’

      ‘Then it couldn’t have been bad language,’ I said.

      Mrs Price Ridley looked at me suspiciously.

      ‘A refined lady,’ I explained, ‘is naturally unacquainted with bad language.’

      ‘It wasn’t that kind of thing,’ said Mrs Price Ridley. ‘At first, I must admit, I was quite taken in. I thought it was a genuine message. Then the – er – person became abusive.’

      ‘Abusive?’

      ‘Most abusive. I was quite alarmed.’

      ‘Used threatening language, eh?’

      ‘Yes. I am not accustomed to being threatened.’

      ‘What did they threaten you with? Bodily damage?’

      ‘Not exactly.’

      ‘I’m afraid, Mrs Price Ridley, you must be more explicit. In what way were you threatened?’

      This Mrs Price Ridley seemed singularly reluctant to answer.

      ‘I can’t remember exactly. It was all so upsetting. But right at the end – when I was really very upset, this – this –wretch laughed.’

      ‘Was it a man’s voice or a woman’s?’

      ‘It was a degenerate voice,’ said Mrs Price Ridley, with dignity. ‘I can only describe it as a kind of perverted voice. Now gruff, now squeaky. Really a very peculiar voice.’

      ‘Probably a practical joke,’ said the Colonel soothingly.

      ‘A most wicked thing to do, if so. I might have had a heart attack.’

      ‘We’ll look into it,’ said the Colonel; ‘eh, Inspector? Trace the telephone call. You can’t tell me more definitely exactly what was said, Mrs Price Ridley?’

      A struggle began in Mrs Price Ridley’s ample black bosom. The desire for reticence fought against a desire for vengeance. Vengeance triumphed.

      ‘This, of course, will go no further,’ she began.

      ‘Of course not.’

      ‘This creature began by saying – I can hardly bring myself to repeat it –’

      ‘Yes, yes,’ said Melchett encouragingly.

      ‘“You are a wicked scandal-mongering old woman!” Me, Colonel Melchett – a scandal-mongering old woman. “But this time you’ve gone too far. Scotland Yard are after you for libel.”’

      ‘Naturally, you were alarmed,’ said Melchett, biting his moustache to conceal a smile.

      ‘“Unless you hold your tongue in future, it will be the worse for you – in more ways than one.” I can’t describe to you the menacing way that was said. I gasped, “who are you?” faintly – like that, and the voice answered, “The Avenger”. I gave a little shriek. It sounded so awful, and then – the person laughed. Laughed! Distinctly. And that was all. I heard them hang up the receiver. Of course I asked the exchange what number had been ringing me up, but they said they didn’t know. You know what exchanges are. Thoroughly rude and unsympathetic.’

      ‘Quite,’ I said.

      ‘I felt quite faint,’ continued Mrs Price Ridley. ‘All on edge and so nervous that when I heard a shot in the woods, I do declare I jumped almost out of my skin. That will show you.’

      ‘A shot in the woods?’ said Inspector Slack alertly.

      ‘In my excited state, it simply sounded to me like a cannon going off. “Oh!” I said, and sank down on the sofa in a state of prostration. Clara had to bring me a glass of damson gin.’

      ‘Shocking,’ said Melchett. ‘Shocking. All very trying for you. And the shot sounded very loud, you say? As though it were near at hand?’

      ‘That was simply the state of my nerves.’

      ‘Of course. Of course. And what time was all this? To help us in tracing the telephone call, you know.’

      ‘About half-past six.’

      ‘You can’t give it us more exactly than that?’

      ‘Well, you see, the little clock on my mantelpiece had just chimed the half-hour, and I said, “Surely that clock is fast.” (It does gain, that clock.) And I compared it with the watch I was wearing and that only said ten minutes past, but then I put it to my ear and found it had stopped. So I thought: “Well, if that clock is fast, I shall hear the church tower in a moment or two.” And then, of course, the telephone bell rang, and I forgot all about it.’ She paused breathless.

      ‘Well, that’s near enough,’ said Colonel Melchett. ‘We’ll have it looked into for you, Mrs Price Ridley.’

      ‘Just think of it as a silly joke, and don’t worry, Mrs Price Ridley,’ I said.

      She looked at me coldly. Evidently the incident of the pound note still rankled.

      ‘Very strange things have been happening in this village lately,’ she said, addressing herself to Melchett. ‘Very strange things indeed. Colonel Protheroe was going to look into them, and what happened to him, poor man? Perhaps I shall be the next?’

      And on that she took her departure, shaking her head with a kind of ominous melancholy. Melchett muttered under his breath: ‘No such luck.’ Then his face grew grave, and he looked inquiringly at Inspector Slack.

      That worthy nodded his head slowly.

      ‘This about settles it, sir. That’s three people who heard the shot. We’ve got to find out now who fired it. This business of Mr Redding’s has delayed us. But we’ve got several starting points. Thinking Mr Redding was guilty, I didn’t bother to look into them. But that’s all changed now. And now one of the first things to do is look up that telephone call.’

      ‘Mrs Price Ridley’s?’

      The Inspector grinned.

      ‘No – though I suppose we’d better make a note of that or else we shall have the old girl bothering in here again. No, I meant that fake call that got the Vicar out of the way.’

      ‘Yes,’ said Melchett, ‘that’s important.’

      ‘And the next thing is to find out what everyone was doing that evening between six and seven. Everyone at Old Hall, I mean, and pretty well everyone in the village as well.’

      I gave a sigh.

      ‘What wonderful energy you have, Inspector Slack.’

      ‘I believe in hard work. We’ll begin by just noting down your own movements, Mr Clement.’

      ‘Willingly. The telephone call came through about half-past five.’

      ‘A man’s voice, or a woman’s?’

      ‘A woman’s. At least it sounded like a woman’s. But of course I took it for granted it was Mrs Abbott speaking.’

      ‘You didn’t recognize it as being Mrs Abbott’s?’

      ‘No, I can’t say I did. I didn’t notice the voice particularly or think about it.’

      ‘And you started right away? Walked? Haven’t you got a bicycle?’

      ‘No.’

      ‘I see. So it took you – how long?’

      ‘It’s very nearly two miles, whichever way you go.’

      ‘Through Old Hall woods is the shortest way, isn’t it?’

      ‘Actually, yes. But it’s not particularly

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