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  Agatha Christie

  The Body in the Library

  A Miss Marple Mystery

  To My Friend Nan

  Contents

  Cover

  Title Page

  Dedication

  Foreword

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  About the Author

  Other Books by Agatha Christie

  Copyright

  About the Publisher

  Foreword

  There are certain clichés belonging to certain types of fiction. The “bold bad baronet” for melodrama, the “body in the library” for the detective story. For several years I treasured up the possibility of a suitable “Variation on a well-known Theme.” I laid down for myself certain conditions. The library in question must be a highly orthodox and conventional library. The body, on the other hand, must be a wildly improbable and highly sensational body. Such were the terms of the problem, but for some years they remained as such, represented only by a few lines of writing in an exercise book. Then, staying one summer for a few days at a fashionable hotel by the seaside I observed a family at one of the tables in the dining room; an elderly man, a cripple, in a wheeled chair, and with him was a family party of a younger generation. Fortunately they left the next day, so that my imagination could get to work unhampered by any kind of knowledge. When people ask “Do you put real people in your books?” the answer is that, for me, it is quite impossible to write about anyone I know, or have ever spoken to, or indeed have even heard about! For some reason, it kills them for me stone dead. But I can take a “lay figure” and endow it with qualities and imaginings of my own.

  So an elderly crippled man became the pivot of the story. Colonel and Mrs. Bantry, those old cronies of my Miss Marple, had just the right kind of library. In the manner of a cookery recipe add the following ingredients: a tennis pro, a young dancer, an artist, a girl guide, a dance hostess, etc., and serve up à la Miss Marple!

  One

  I

  Mrs. Bantry was dreaming. Her sweet peas had just taken a First at the flower show. The vicar, dressed in cassock and surplice, was giving out the prizes in church. His wife wandered past, dressed in a bathing suit, but as is the blessed habit of dreams this fact did not arouse the disapproval of the parish in the way it would assuredly have done in real life….

  Mrs. Bantry was enjoying her dream a good deal. She usually did enjoy those early-morning dreams that were terminated by the arrival of early-morning tea. Somewhere in her inner consciousness was an awareness of the usual early-morning noises of the household. The rattle of the curtain rings on the stairs as the housemaid drew them, the noises of the second housemaid’s dustpan and brush in the passage outside. In the distance the heavy noise of the front-door bolt being drawn back.

  Another day was beginning. In the meantime she must extract as much pleasure as possible from the flower show—for already its dream-like quality was becoming apparent….

  Below her was the noise of the big wooden shutters in the drawing room being opened. She heard it, yet did not hear it. For quite half an hour longer the usual household noises would go on, discreet, subdued, not disturbing because they were so familiar. They would culminate in a swift, controlled sound of footsteps along the passage, the rustle of a print dress, the subdued chink of tea things as the tray was deposited on the table outside, then the soft knock and the entry of Mary to draw the curtains.

  In her sleep Mrs. Bantry frowned. Something disturbing was penetrating through to the dream state, something out of its time. Footsteps along the passage, footsteps that were too hurried and too soon. Her ears listened unconsciously for the chink of china, but there was no chink of china.

  The knock came at the door. Automatically from the depths of her dreams Mrs. Bantry said: “Come in.” The door opened—now there would be the chink of curtain rings as the curtains were drawn back.

  But there was no chink of curtain rings. Out of the dim green light Mary’s voice came—breathless, hysterical: “Oh, ma’am, oh, ma’am, there’s a body in the library.”

  And then with a hysterical burst of sobs she rushed out of the room again.

  II

  Mrs. Bantry sat up in bed.

  Either her dream had taken a very odd turn or else—or else Mary had really rushed into the room and had said (incredible! fantastic!) that there was a body in the library.

  “Impossible,” said Mrs. Bantry to herself. “I must have been dreaming.”

  But even as she said it, she felt more and more certain that she had not been dreaming, that Mary, her superior self-controlled Mary, had actually uttered those fantastic words.

  Mrs. Bantry reflected a minute and then applied an urgent conjugal elbow to her sleeping spouse.

  “Arthur, Arthur, wake up.”

  Colonel Bantry grunted, muttered, and rolled over on his side.

  “Wake up, Arthur. Did you hear what she said?”

  “Very likely,” said Colonel Bantry indistinctly. “I quite agree with you, Dolly,” and promptly went to sleep again.

  Mrs. Bantry shook him.

  “You’ve got to listen. Mary came in and said that there was a body in the library.”

  “Eh, what?”

  “A body in the library.”

  “Who said so?”

  “Mary.”

  Colonel Bantry collected his scattered faculties and proceeded to deal with the situation. He said:

  “Nonsense, old girl; you’ve been dreaming.”

  “No, I haven’t. I thought so, too, at first. But I haven’t. She really came in and said so.”

  “Mary came in and said there was a body in the library?”

  “Yes.”

  “But there couldn’t be,” said Colonel Bantry.

  “No, no, I suppose not,” said Mrs. Bantry doubtfully.

  Rallying, she went on:

  “But then why did Mary say there was?”

  “She can’t have.”

  “She did.”

  “You must have imagined it.”

  “I didn’t imagine it.”

  Colonel Bantry was by now thoroughly awake and prepared to deal with the situation on its merits. He said kindly:

  “You’ve been dreaming, Dolly, that’s what it is. It’s that detective story you were reading—The Clue of the Broken Match. You know—Lord Edgbaston finds a beautiful blonde dead on the library hearthrug. Bodies are always being found in libraries in books. I’ve never known a case in real life.”

  “Perhaps you will now,” said Mrs. Bantry. “Anyway, Arthur, you’ve got to get up and see.”

  “But really, Dolly, it must have been a dream. Dreams often do seem wonderfully vivid when you first wake up. You feel quite sure they’re true.”

  “I was having quite a different sort of dream—about a flower show and the vicar’s wife in a bathing dress—something like that.”

  With a sudden burst of energy Mrs. Bantry jumped out of bed and pulled back the curtains. The light of a fine autumn day flooded the room.

  “I did not dream it,” said Mrs. Bantry firmly. “Get up at once, Arthur, and go downstairs and see about it.”

  “You want me to go downstairs and ask if there’s a body in the library?
I shall look a damned fool.”

  “You needn’t ask anything,” said Mrs. Bantry. “If there is a body—and of course it’s just possible that Mary’s gone mad and thinks she sees things that aren’t there—well, somebody will tell you soon enough. You won’t have to say a word.”

  Grumbling, Colonel Bantry wrapped himself in his dressing gown and left the room. He went along the passage and down the staircase. At the foot of it was a little knot of huddled servants; some of them were sobbing. The butler stepped forward impressively.

  “I’m glad you have come, sir. I have directed that nothing should be done until you came. Will it be in order for me to ring up the police, sir?”

  “Ring ’em up about what?”

  The butler cast a reproachful glance over his shoulder at the tall young woman who was weeping hysterically on the cook’s shoulder.

  “I understood, sir, that Mary had already informed you. She said she had done so.”

  Mary gasped out:

  “I was so upset I don’t know what I said. It all came over me again and my legs gave way and my inside turned over. Finding it like that—oh, oh, oh!”

  She subsided again on to Mrs. Eccles, who said: “There, there, my dear,” with some relish.

  “Mary is naturally somewhat upset, sir, having been the one to make the gruesome discovery,” explained the butler. “She went into the library as usual, to draw the curtains, and—almost stumbled over the body.”

  “Do you mean to tell me,” demanded Colonel Bantry, “that there’s a dead body in my library—my library?”

  The butler coughed.

  “Perhaps, sir, you would like to see for yourself.”

  III

  “Hallo, ’allo, ’allo. Police station here. Yes, who’s speaking?”

  Police-Constable Palk was buttoning up his tunic with one hand while the other held the receiver.

  “Yes, yes, Gossington Hall. Yes? Oh, good morning, sir.” Police-Constable Palk’s tone underwent a slight modification. It became less impatiently official, recognizing the generous patron of the police sports and the principal magistrate of the district.

  “Yes, sir? What can I do for you?—I’m sorry, sir, I didn’t quite catch—a body, did you say?—yes?—yes, if you please, sir—that’s right, sir—young woman not known to you, you say?—quite, sir. Yes, you can leave it all to me.”

  Police-Constable Palk replaced the receiver, uttered a longdrawn whistle and proceeded to dial his superior officer’s number.

  Mrs. Palk looked in from the kitchen whence proceeded an appetizing smell of frying bacon.

  “What is it?”

  “Rummest thing you ever heard of,” replied her husband. “Body of a young woman found up at the Hall. In the Colonel’s library.”

  “Murdered?”

  “Strangled, so he says.”

  “Who was she?”

  “The Colonel says he doesn’t know her from Adam.”

  “Then what was she doing in ’is library?”

  Police-Constable Palk silenced her with a reproachful glance and spoke officially into the telephone.

  “Inspector Slack? Police-Constable Palk here. A report has just come in that the body of a young woman was discovered this morning at seven-fifteen—”

  IV

  Miss Marple’s telephone rang when she was dressing. The sound of it flurried her a little. It was an unusual hour for her telephone to ring. So well ordered was her prim spinster’s life that unforeseen telephone calls were a source of vivid conjecture.

  “Dear me,” said Miss Marple, surveying the ringing instrument with perplexity. “I wonder who that can be?”

  Nine o’clock to nine-thirty was the recognized time for the village to make friendly calls to neighbours. Plans for the day, invitations and so on were always issued then. The butcher had been known to ring up just before nine if some crisis in the meat trade had occurred. At intervals during the day spasmodic calls might occur, though it was considered bad form to ring after nine-thirty at night. It was true that Miss Marple’s nephew, a writer, and therefore erratic, had been known to ring up at the most peculiar times, once as late as ten minutes to midnight. But whatever Raymond West’s eccentricities, early rising was not one of them. Neither he nor anyone of Miss Marple’s acquaintance would be likely to ring up before eight in the morning. Actually a quarter to eight.

  Too early even for a telegram, since the post office did not open until eight.

  “It must be,” Miss Marple decided, “a wrong number.”

  Having decided this, she advanced to the impatient instrument and quelled its clamour by picking up the receiver. “Yes?” she said.

  “Is that you, Jane?”

  Miss Marple was much surprised.

  “Yes, it’s Jane. You’re up very early, Dolly.”

  Mrs. Bantry’s voice came breathless and agitated over the wires.

  “The most awful thing has happened.”

  “Oh, my dear.”

  “We’ve just found a body in the library.”

  For a moment Miss Marple thought her friend had gone mad.

  “You’ve found a what?”

  “I know. One doesn’t believe it, does one? I mean, I thought they only happened in books. I had to argue for hours with Arthur this morning before he’d even go down and see.”

  Miss Marple tried to collect herself. She demanded breathlessly: “But whose body is it?”

  “It’s a blonde.”

  “A what?”

  “A blonde. A beautiful blonde—like books again. None of us have ever seen her before. She’s just lying there in the library, dead. That’s why you’ve got to come up at once.”

  “You want me to come up?”

  “Yes, I’m sending the car down for you.”

  Miss Marple said doubtfully:

  “Of course, dear, if you think I can be of any comfort to you—”

  “Oh, I don’t want comfort. But you’re so good at bodies.”

  “Oh no, indeed. My little successes have been mostly theoretical.”

  “But you’re very good at murders. She’s been murdered, you see, strangled. What I feel is that if one has got to have a murder actually happening in one’s house, one might as well enjoy it, if you know what I mean. That’s why I want you to come and help me find out who did it and unravel the mystery and all that. It really is rather thrilling, isn’t it?”

  “Well, of course, my dear, if I can be of any help to you.”

  “Splendid! Arthur’s being rather difficult. He seems to think I shouldn’t enjoy myself about it at all. Of course, I do know it’s very sad and all that, but then I don’t know the girl—and when you’ve seen her you’ll understand what I mean when I say she doesn’t look real at all.”

  V

  A little breathless, Miss Marple alighted from the Bantry’s car, the door of which was held open for her by the chauffeur.

  Colonel Bantry came out on the steps, and looked a little surprised.

  “Miss Marple?—er—very pleased to see you.”

  “Your wife telephoned to me,” explained Miss Marple.

  “Capital, capital. She ought to have someone with her. She’ll crack up otherwise. She’s putting a good face on things at the moment, but you know what it is—”

  At this moment Mrs. Bantry appeared, and exclaimed:

  “Do go back into the dining room and eat your breakfast, Arthur. Your bacon will get cold.”

  “I thought it might be the Inspector arriving,” explained Colonel Bantry.

  “He’ll be here soon enough,” said Mrs. Bantry. “That’s why it’s important to get your breakfast first. You need it.”

  “So do you. Much better come and eat something. Dolly—”

  “I’ll come in a minute,” said Mrs. Bantry. “Go on, Arthur.”

  Colonel Bantry was shooed back into the dining room like a recalcitrant hen.

  “Now!” said Mrs. Bantry with an intonation of triumph. “Come on.”

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sp; She led the way rapidly along the long corridor to the east of the house. Outside the library door Constable Palk stood on guard. He intercepted Mrs. Bantry with a show of authority.

  “I’m afraid nobody is allowed in, madam. Inspector’s orders.”

  “Nonsense, Palk,” said Mrs. Bantry. “You know Miss Marple perfectly well.”

  Constable Palk admitted to knowing Miss Marple.

  “It’s very important that she should see the body,” said Mrs. Bantry. “Don’t be stupid, Palk. After all, it’s my library, isn’t it?”

  Constable Palk gave way. His habit of giving in to the gentry was lifelong. The Inspector, he reflected, need never know about it.

  “Nothing must be touched or handled in any way,” he warned the ladies.

  “Of course not,” said Mrs. Bantry impatiently. “We know that. You can come in and watch, if you like.”

  Constable Palk availed himself of this permission. It had been his intention, anyway.

  Mrs. Bantry bore her friend triumphantly across the library to the big old-fashioned fireplace. She said, with a dramatic sense of climax: “There!”

  Miss Marple understood then just what her friend had meant when she said the dead girl wasn’t real. The library was a room very typical of its owners. It was large and shabby and untidy. It had big sagging armchairs, and pipes and books and estate papers laid out on the big table. There were one or two good old family portraits on the walls, and some bad Victorian watercolours, and some would-be-funny hunting scenes. There was a big vase of Michaelmas daisies in the corner. The whole room was dim and mellow and casual. It spoke of long occupation and familiar use and of links with tradition.

  And across the old bearskin hearthrug there was sprawled something new and crude and melodramatic.

  The flamboyant figure of a girl. A girl with unnaturally fair hair dressed up off her face in elaborate curls and rings. Her thin body was dressed in a backless evening dress of white spangled satin. The face was heavily made-up, the powder standing out grotesquely on its blue swollen surface, the mascara of the lashes lying thickly on the distorted cheeks, the scarlet of the lips looking like a gash. The fingernails were enamelled in a deep blood-red and so were the toenails in their cheap silver sandal shoes. It was a cheap, tawdry, flamboyant figure—most incongruous in the solid old-fashioned comfort of Colonel Bantry’s library.

 

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