They Do It With Mirrors - Christie Agatha - Страница 35

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'There never was a more unworldly person than Cara ' 'You don't think that perhaps -' Miss Marple broke off, as Edgar Lawson passed them, swinging along at a great pace. He gave a kind of shamefaced nod, but averted his face as he passed.

'I've remembered now who he reminds me of,' said Miss Marple. 'It came to me suddenly just a few moments ago. He reminds me of a young man called Leonard Wylie. His father was a dentist, but he got old and blind and his hand used to shake, and so people preferred to go to the son. But the old man was very miserable about it, and moped, said he was no good for anything any more, and Leonard who was very softhearted and rather foolish, began to pretend he drank more than he should. He always smelt of whisky and he used to sham being rather fuddled when his patients came. His idea was that they'd go back to the father again and say the younger man was no good.'

'And did they?'

'Of course not,' said Miss Marple. 'What happened was what anybody with any sense could have told him would happen! The patients went to Mr Reilly, the rival dentist. So many people with good hearts have no sense.

Besides, Leonard Wylie was so unconvincing… His idea of drunkenness wasn't in the least like real drunkenness, and he overdid the whisky - spilling it on his clothes, you know, to a perfectly impossible extent.'

They went into the house by the side door.

Inside the house, they found the family assembled in the library. Lewis was walking up and down, and there was an air of general tension in the atmosphere.

'Is anything the matter?' asked Miss Believer.

Lewis said shortly: 'Ernie Gregg is missing from roll call tonight.'

'Has he run away?'

'We don't know. Maverick and some of the staff are searching the grounds. If we cannot find him we must communicate with the police.'

'Grandam!' Gina ran over to Carrie Louise, startled by the whiteness of her face. 'You look ill.'

'I am unhappy. The poor boy…'

Lewis said: 'I was going to question him this evening as to whether he had seen anything noteworthy last night.

I have the offer of a good post for him and I thought that after discussing that, I would bring up the other topic.

Now -' he broke off.

Miss Marple murmured softly:

'Foolish boy… Poor foolish boy…'

She shook her head, and Mrs Serrocold said gently: 'So you think so too, Jane…?'

Stephen Restarick came in. He said, 'I missed you at the theatre, Gina. I thought you said you would - Hallo, what's up?'

Lewis repeated his information, and as he finished speaking, Dr Maverick came in with a fair-haired boy with pink cheeks and a suspiciously angelic expression.

Miss Marple remembered his being at dinner on the night she had arrived at Stonygates.

'I've brought Arthur Jenkins along,' said Dr Maver-ick.

'He seems to have been the last person to talk to Ernie.'

'Now, Arthur,' said Lewis Serrocold, 'please help us if you can. Where has Ernie gone? Is this just a prank?'

'I dunno, sir. Straight, I don't. Didn't say nothing to me, he didn't. All full of the play at the theatre he was, that's all. Said as how he'd had a smashing idea for the scenery, what Mrs Hudd and Mr Stephen thought was first class.'

'There's another thing, Arthur. Ernie claims he was prowling about the grounds after lock-up last night. Was that true?'

"Course it ain't. Just boasting, that's all. Perishing liar, Ernie. He never got out at night. Used to boast he could, but he wasn't that good with locks! He couldn't do anything with a lock as was a lock. Anyway 'e was in larst night, that I do know.'

'You're not saying that just to satisfy us, Arthur?' 'Cross my heart,' said Arthur virtuously.

Lewis did not look quite satisfied.

'Listen,' said Dr Maverick. 'What's that?'

A murmur of voices was approaching. The door was flung open and looking very pale and ill, the spectacled Mr Baumgarten staggered in.

He gasped out: 'We've found him - them. It's horrible…'

He sank down on a chair and mopped his forehead.

Mildred Strete said sharply: 'What do you mean - found them?'

Baumgarten was shaking all over.

'Down at the theatre,' he said. 'Their heads crushed in - the big counterweight must have fallen on them. Alexis Restarick and that boy Ernie Gregg. They're both dead…'

'I've brought you a cup of strong soup, Carrie Louise,' said Miss Marple. 'Now please drink it.' Mrs Serrocold sat up in the big carved oak four-poster bed. She looked very small and childlike. Her cheeks had lost their pink flush, and her eyes had a curiously absent look.

She took the soup obediently from Miss Marple. As she sipped it, Miss Marple sat down in a chair beside the bed.

'First, Christian,' said Carrie Louise, 'and now Alex and poor, sharp, silly little Ernie. Did he really - know anything?' 'I don't think so,' said Miss Marple. 'He was just telling lies - making himself important by hinting that he had seen or knew something. The tragedy is that somebody believed his lies…' Carrie Louise shivered. Her eyes went back to their far away look.

'We meant to do so much for these boys… We did do something. Some of them have done wonderfully well.

Several of them are in really responsible positions. A few slid back - that can't be helped. Modem civilized conditions are so complex - too complex for some simple and undeveloped natures. You know Lewis's great scheme? He always felt that transportation was a thing that had saved many a potential criminal in the past. They were shipped overseas - and they made new lives in simpler surroundings. He wants to start a modern scheme on that basis. To buy up a great tract of territory - or a group of islands. Finance it for some years, make it a co-operative self-supporting community - with eve-ryone taking a stake in it. But cut off so that the early temptation to go back to cities and the bad old days can be neutralized. It's his dream. But it will take a lot of money, of course, and there aren't many philanthropists with vision now. We want another Eric. Eric would have been enthusiastic.'

Miss Marple picked up a little pair of scissors and looked at them curiously.

'What an odd pair of scissors,' she said. 'They've got two fingers holes on one side and one on the other.'

Carrie Louise's eyes came back from that frightening far distance.

'Alex gave them to me this morning,' she said. 'They're supposed to make it easier to cut your right hand nails.

Dear boy, he was so enthusiastic. He made me try them then and there.'

'And I suppose he gathered up the nail clippings and took them tidily away,' said Miss Marple.

'Yes,' said Carrie Louise. 'He -' She broke off. 'Why did you say that?'

'I was thinking about Alex. He had brains. Yes, he had brains.'

'You mean - that's why he died?'

'I think so - yes.'

'He and Ernie - it doesn't bear thinking about. When do they think it happened?'

'Late this evening. Between six and seven o'clock probably…'

'After they'd knocked off work for the day?'

'Yes.' Gina had been down there that evening - and XXTally Hudd. Stephen, too, said he had been down to look for Gina.

But as far as that went, anybody could have Miss Marple's train of thought was interrupted.

Carrie Louise said quietly and unexpectedly: 'How much do you know, Jane?' Miss Marple looked up sharply. The eyes of the two women met.

Miss Marple said slowly: 'If I was quite sure…' 'I think you are sure, Jane.' Jane Marple said slowly, 'XXThat do you want me to do?' Carrie leaned back against her pillows.

'It is in your hands, Jane - You'll do what you think right.' She closed her eyes.

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