A Murder Is Announced - Christie Agatha. Страница 51

‘And because she knew that Dora would look at the matter in exactly the same way as she did herself, she told Dora what she had done. Dora approved wholeheartedly. In her confused muddle-headed mind it seemed only right that dear Lotty should not be done out of her inheritance by Letty’s untimely death. Lottydeserved a reward for all the patient suffering she had borne so bravely. It would have been most unfair if all that money should have gone to somebody nobody had ever heard of.

‘She quite understood that nothing must be allowed to get out. It was like an extra pound of butter. You couldn’t talk about it but there was nothing wrong about having it. So Dora came to Little Paddocks-and very soon Charlotte began to understand that she had made a terrible mistake. It was not merely the fact that Dora Bunner, with her muddles and her mistakes and her bungling, was quite maddening to live with. Charlotte could have put up with that-because she really cared for Dora, and anyway knew from the doctor that Dora hadn’t got a very long time to live. But Dora very soon became a real danger. Though Charlotte and Letitia had called each other by their full names, Dora was the kind of person who always used abbreviations. To her the sisters had always been Letty and Lotty. And though she schooled her tongue resolutely to call her friend Letty-the old name often slipped out. Memories of the past, too, were rather apt to come to her tongue-and Charlotte had constantly to be on the watch to check these forgetful allusions. It began to get on her nerves.

‘Still, nobody was likely to pay attention to Dora’s inconsistencies. The real blow to Charlotte’s security came, as I say, when she was recognized and spoken to by Rudi Scherz at the Royal Spa Hotel.

‘I think that the money Rudi Scherz used to replace his earlier defalcations at the hotel may have come from Charlotte Blacklock. Inspector Craddock doesn’t believe-and I don’t either-that Rudi Scherz applied to her for money with any idea of blackmail in his head.’

‘He hadn’t the faintest idea he knew anything to blackmail her about,’ said Inspector Craddock. ‘He knew that he was quite a personable young man-and he was aware by experience that personable young men sometimes can get money out of elderly ladies if they tell a hard-luck story convincingly enough.

‘But she may have seen it differently. She may have thought that it was a form of insidious blackmail, that perhaps he suspected something-and that later, if there was publicity in the papers as there might be after Belle Goedler’s death, he would realize that in her he had found a gold mine.

‘And she was committed to the fraud now. She’d established herself as Letitia Blacklock. With the Bank. With Mrs Goedler. The only snag was this rather dubious Swiss hotel clerk, an unreliable character, and possibly a blackmailer. If only he were out of the way-she’d be safe.

‘Perhaps she made it all up as a kind of fantasy first. She’d been starved of emotion and drama in her life. She pleased herself by working out the details. How would she go about getting rid of him?

‘She made her plan. And at last she decided to act on it. She told her story of a sham hold-up at a party to Rudi Scherz, explained that she wanted a stranger to act the part of the “gangster”, and offered him a generous sum for his co-operation.

‘And the fact that he agreed without any suspicion is what makes me quite certain that Scherz had no idea that he had any kind of hold over her. To him she was just a rather foolish old woman, very ready to part with money.

‘She gave him the advertisement to insert, arranged for him to pay a visit to Little Paddocks to study the geography of the house, and showed him the spot where she would meet him and let him into the house on the night in question. Dora Bunner, of course, knew nothing about all this.

‘The day came-’ He paused.

Miss Marple took up the tale in her gentle voice.

‘She must have spent a very miserable day. You see, it still wasn’t too late to draw back…Dora Bunner told us that Letty was frightened that day and she must have been frightened. Frightened of what she was going to do, frightened of the plan going wrong-but not frightened enough to draw back.

‘It had been fun, perhaps, getting the revolver out of Colonel Easterbrook’s collar drawer. Taking along eggs, or jam-slipping upstairs in the empty house. It had been fun getting the second door in the drawing-room oiled, so that it would open and shut noiselessly. Fun suggesting the moving of the table outside the door so that Phillipa’s flower arrangements would show to better advantage. It may have all seemed like a game. But what was going to happen next definitely wasn’t a game any longer. Oh, yes, she was frightened…Dora Bunner was right about that.’

‘All the same, she went through with it,’ said Craddock. ‘And it all went according to plan. She went out just after six to “shut up the ducks”, and she let Scherz in then and gave him the mask and cloak and gloves and the torch. Then, at 6.30, when the clock begins to chime, she’s ready by that table near the archway with her hand on the cigarette-box. It’s all so natural. Patrick, acting as host, has gone for the drinks. She, the hostess, is fetching the cigarettes. She’d judged, quite correctly, that when the clock begins to chime, everyone will look at the clock. They did. Only one person, the devoted Dora, kept her eyes fixed on her friend. And she told us, in her very first statement, exactly what Miss Blacklock did. She said that Miss Blacklock had picked up the vase of violets.

‘She’d previously frayed the cord of the lamp so that the wires were nearly bare. The whole thing only took a second. The cigarette-box, the vase and the little switch were all close together. She picked up the violets, spilt the water on the frayed place and switched on the lamp. Water’s a good conductor of electricity. The wires fused.’

‘Just like the other afternoon at the Vicarage,’ said Bunch. ‘That’s what startled you so, wasn’t it, Aunt Jane?’

‘Yes, my dear. I’ve been puzzling about those lights. I’d realized that there were two lamps, a pair, and that one had been changed for the other-probably during the night.’

‘That’s right,’ said Craddock. ‘When Fletcher examined that lamp the next morning it was, like all the others, perfectly in order, no frayed flex or fused wires.’

‘I’d understood what Dora Bunner meant by saying it had been theshepherdess the night before,’ said Miss Marple, ‘but I fell into the error of thinking, as she thought, thatPatrick had been responsible. The interesting thing about Dora Bunner was that she was quite unreliable in repeating things she had heard-she always used her imagination to exaggerate or distort them, and she was usually wrong in what shethought -but she was quite accurate about the things shesaw. She saw Letitia pick up the violets-’

‘And she saw what she described as a flash and a crackle,’ put in Craddock.

‘And, of course, when dear Bunch spilt the water from the Christmas roses on to the lamp wire-I realized at once that only Miss Blacklock herself could have fused the lights because only she was near that table.’

‘I could kick myself,’ said Craddock. ‘Dora Bunner even prattled about a burn on the table where someone had “put their cigarette down”-but nobody had even lit a cigarette…And the violets were dead because there was no water in the vase-a slip on Letitia’s part-she ought to have filled it up again. But I suppose she thought nobody would notice and as a matter of fact Miss Bunner was quite ready to believe that she herself had put no water in the vase to begin with.’

He went on:

‘She was highly suggestible, of course. And Miss Blacklock took advantage of that more than once. Bunny’s suspicions of Patrick were, I think, induced by her.’

‘Why pick on me?’ demanded Patrick in an aggrieved tone.

‘It was not, I think, a serious suggestion-but it would keep Bunny distracted from any suspicion that Miss Blacklock might be stage managering the business. Well, we know what happened next. As soon as the lights went and everyone was exclaiming, she slipped out through the previously oiled door and up behind Rudi Scherz who was flashing his torch round the room and playing his part with gusto. I don’t suppose he realized for a moment she was there behind him with her gardening gloves pulled on and the revolver in her hand. She waits till the torch reaches the spot she must aim for-the wall near which she is supposed to be standing. Then she fires rapidly twice and as he swings round startled, she holds the revolver close to his body and fires again. She lets the revolver fall by his body, throws her gloves carelessly on the hall table, then back through the other door and across to where she had been standing when the lights went out. She nicked her ear-I don’t quite know how-’

‘Nail scissors, I expect,’ said Miss Marple. ‘Just a snip on the lobe of the ear lets out a lot of blood. That was very good psychology, of course. The actual blood running down over her white blouse made it seem certain that shehad been shot at, and that it had been a near miss.’

‘It ought to have gone off quite all right,’ said Craddock. ‘Dora Bunner’s insistence that Scherz had definitely aimed at Miss Blacklock had its uses. Without meaning it, Dora Bunner conveyed the impression that she’d actually seen her friend wounded. It might have been brought in Suicide or Accidental Death. And the case would have been closed. That it was kept open is due to Miss Marple here.’

‘Oh, no, no.’ Miss Marple shook her head energetically. ‘Any little efforts on my part were quite incidental. It was you who weren’t satisfied, Mr Craddock. It wasyou who wouldn’t let the case be closed.’

‘I wasn’t happy about it,’ said Craddock. ‘I knew it was all wrong somewhere. But I didn’t seewhere it was wrong, till you showed me. And after that Miss Blacklock had a real piece of bad luck. I discovered that that second door had been tampered with. Until that moment, whatever we agreedmight have happened-we’d nothing to go upon but a pretty theory. But that oiled door wasevidence. And I hit upon it by pure chance-by catching hold of a handle by mistake.’

‘I think you wereled to it, Inspector,’ said Miss Marple. ‘But then I’m old-fashioned.’

‘So the hunt was up again,’ said Craddock. ‘But this time with a difference. We were looking now for someone with a motive to kill Letitia Blacklock.’