The Body in the Library. Агата Кристи
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tells me.’
Colonel Bantry groaned.
‘It’s incredible! You know, when my wife insisted this morning that the housemaid had come in and said there was a body in the library, I just wouldn’t believe her.’
‘No, no, I can quite understand that. Hope your missus isn’t too badly upset by it all?’
‘She’s been wonderful—really wonderful. She’s got old Miss Marple up here with her—from the village, you know.’
‘Miss Marple?’ The Chief Constable stiffened. ‘Why did she send for her?’
‘Oh, a woman wants another woman—don’t you think so?’
Colonel Melchett said with a slight chuckle:
‘If you ask me, your wife’s going to try her hand at a little amateur detecting. Miss Marple’s quite the local sleuth. Put it over us properly once, didn’t she, Slack?’
Inspector Slack said: ‘That was different.’
‘Different from what?’
‘That was a local case, that was, sir. The old lady knows everything that goes on in the village, that’s true enough. But she’ll be out of her depth here.’
Melchett said dryly: ‘You don’t know very much about it yourself yet, Slack.’
‘Ah, you wait, sir. It won’t take me long to get down to it.’
In the dining-room Mrs Bantry and Miss Marple, in their turn, were partaking of breakfast.
After waiting on her guest, Mrs Bantry said urgently:
‘Well, Jane?’
Miss Marple looked up at her, slightly bewildered.
Mrs Bantry said hopefully:
‘Doesn’t it remind you of anything?’
For Miss Marple had attained fame by her ability to link up trivial village happenings with graver problems in such a way as to throw light upon the latter.
‘No,’ said Miss Marple thoughtfully, ‘I can’t say that it does—not at the moment. I was reminded a little of Mrs Chetty’s youngest—Edie, you know—but I think that was just because this poor girl bit her nails and her front teeth stuck out a little. Nothing more than that. And, of course,’ went on Miss Marple, pursuing the parallel further, ‘Edie was fond of what I call cheap finery, too.’
‘You mean her dress?’ said Mrs Bantry.
‘Yes, a very tawdry satin—poor quality.’
Mrs Bantry said:
‘I know. One of those nasty little shops where everything is a guinea.’ She went on hopefully:
‘Let me see, what happened to Mrs Chetty’s Edie?’
‘She’s just gone into her second place—and doing very well, I believe.’
Mrs Bantry felt slightly disappointed. The village parallel didn’t seem to be exactly hopeful.
‘What I can’t make out,’ said Mrs Bantry, ‘is what she could possibly be doing in Arthur’s study. The window was forced, Palk tells me. She might have come down here with a burglar and then they quarrelled—but that seems such nonsense, doesn’t it?’
‘She was hardly dressed for burglary,’ said Miss Marple thoughtfully.
‘No, she was dressed for dancing—or a party of some kind. But there’s nothing of that kind down here—or anywhere near.’
‘N-n-o,’ said Miss Marple doubtfully.
Mrs Bantry pounced.
‘Something’s in your mind, Jane.’
‘Well, I was just wondering—’
‘Yes?’
‘Basil Blake.’
Mrs Bantry cried impulsively: ‘Oh, no!’ and added as though in explanation, ‘I know his mother.’
The two women looked at each other.
Miss Marple sighed and shook her head.
‘I quite understand how you feel about it.’
‘Selina Blake is the nicest woman imaginable. Her herbaceous borders are simply marvellous—they make me green with envy. And she’s frightfully generous with cuttings.’
Miss Marple, passing over these claims to consideration on the part of Mrs Blake, said:
‘All the same, you know, there has been a lot of talk.’
‘Oh, I know—I know. And of course Arthur goes simply livid when he hears Basil Blake mentioned. He was really very rude to Arthur, and since then Arthur won’t hear a good word for him. He’s got that silly slighting way of talking that these boys have nowadays—sneering at people sticking up for their school or the Empire or that sort of thing. And then, of course, the clothes he wears!
‘People say,’ continued Mrs Bantry, ‘that it doesn’t matter what you wear in the country. I never heard such nonsense. It’s just in the country that everyone notices.’ She paused, and added wistfully: ‘He was an adorable baby in his bath.’
‘There was a lovely picture of the Cheviot murderer as a baby in the paper last Sunday,’ said Miss Marple.
‘Oh, but Jane, you don’t think he—’
‘No, no, dear. I didn’t mean that at all. That would indeed be jumping to conclusions. I was just trying to account for the young woman’s presence down here. St Mary Mead is such an unlikely place. And then it seemed to me that the only possible explanation was Basil Blake. He does have parties. People came down from London and from the studios—you remember last July? Shouting and singing—the most terrible noise—everyone very drunk, I’m afraid—and the mess and the broken glass next morning simply unbelievable—so old Mrs Berry told me—and a young woman asleep in the bath with practically nothing on!’
Mrs Bantry said indulgently:
‘I suppose they were film people.’
‘Very likely. And then—what I expect you’ve heard—several weekends lately he’s brought down a young woman with him—a platinum blonde.’
Mrs Bantry exclaimed:
‘You don’t think it’s this one?’
‘Well—I wondered. Of course, I’ve never seen her close to—only just getting in and out of the car—and once in the cottage garden when she was sunbathing with just some shorts and a brassière. I never really saw her face. And all these girls with their make-up and their hair and their nails look so alike.’
‘Yes. Still, it might be. It’s an idea, Jane.’
It was an idea that was being at that moment discussed by Colonel Melchett and Colonel Bantry.
The Chief Constable, after viewing the body and seeing his subordinates set to work on their routine tasks, had adjourned with the master of the house to the study in the other wing of the house.
Colonel Melchett was an irascible-looking man with a habit of tugging at his short red moustache. He did so now, shooting a perplexed sideways glance at the other man. Finally, he rapped out:
‘Look here, Bantry, got to get this off my chest. Is it a fact that you don’t know from Adam who this girl is?’
The other’s answer was explosive, but the Chief Constable interrupted him.
‘Yes, yes, old man,