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  "All set, eh?" said the chief constable. "Right. We'll go along. In the library Slack 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, 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," said Miss Marple. 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 quarreled. 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-no," 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 marvelous; 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 him 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 come 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 young 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, 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 brassiere. 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. Colonel Melchett was an irascible-looking man with a habit of tugging at his short red mustache. 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 woman is?" The other's answer was explosive, but the chief constable interrupted him. "Yes, yes, old man, but look at it like this: Might be deuced awkward for you. Married man fond of your missus and all that. But just between ourselves, if you were tied up with this girl in any way, better say so now. Quite natural to want to suppress the fact; should feel the same myself. But it won't do. Murder case. Facts bound to come out. Dash it all, I'm not suggesting you strangled the girl not the sort of thing you'd do. I know that! But, after all, she came here to this house. Put it, she broke in and was waiting to see you, and some bloke or other followed her down and did her in. Possible, you know. See what I mean?"

  "I've never set eyes on that girl in my life! I'm not that sort of man!"

  "That's all right then. Shouldn't blame you, you know. Man of the world. Still, if you say so. Question is, what was she doing down here? She doesn't come from these parts, that's quite certain."

  "That whole thing's a nightmare," fumed the angry master of the house.

  "The point is, old man, what was she doing in your library?"

  "How should I know? I didn't ask her here."

  "No, no. But she came here all the same. Looks as though she wanted to see you. You haven't had any odd letters or anything?"

  "No, I haven't."

  Colonel Melchett inquired delicately, "What were you doing yourself last night?"

  "I went to the meeting of the Conservative Association. Nine o'clock, at Much Benham."

  "And you got home when?"

  "I left Much Benham just after ten. Had a bit of trouble on the way home, had to change a wheel. I got back at a quarter to twelve."

  "You didn't go into the library?"

  "No."

  "Pity."

  "I was tired. I went straight up to bed."

  "Anyone waiting up for you?"

  "No. I always take the latchkey.
Lorrimer goes to bed at eleven, unless I give orders to the contrary."

  "Who shuts up the library?"

  "Lorrimer. Usually about seven-thirty this time of year."

  "Would he go in there again during the evening?"

  "Not with my being out. He left the tray with whiskey and glasses in the hall."

  "I see. What about your wife?"

  "She was in bed when I got home, and fast asleep. She may have sat in the library yesterday evening, or in the drawing room. I didn't ask her."

  "Oh, well, we shall soon know all the details. Of course it's possible one of the servants may be concerned, eh?"

  Colonel Bantry shook his head. "I don't believe it. They're all a most respectable lot. We've had 'em for years."

  Melchett agreed. "Yes, it doesn't seem likely that they're mixed up in it. Looks more as though the girl came down from town perhaps with some young fellow. Though why they wanted to break into this house…"

  Bantry interrupted. "London. That's more like it. We don't have goings-on down here at least."

  "Well, what is it?"

  "Upon my word!" exploded Colonel Bantry. "Basil Blake!"

  "Who's he?"

  "Young fellow connected with the film industry. Poisonous young brute. My wife sticks up for him because she was at school with his mother, but of all the decadent useless young Jackanapes he wants his behind kicked. He's taken that cottage on the Lansham Road you know, ghastly modern bit of building. He has parties there shrieking, noisy crowds and he has girls down for the weekend." "Girls?"

  "Yes, there was one last week one of these platinum blondes." The colonel's jaw dropped. "A platinum blonde, eh?" said Melchett reflectively. "Yes. I say, Melchett, you don't think…" The chief constable said briskly, "It's a possibility. It accounts for a girl of this type being in St. Mary Mead. I think I'll run along and have a word with this young fellow Braid Blake what did you say his name was?"

  "Blake. Basil Blake." "Will he be at home, do you know?" asked Melchett. "Let me see, what's today? Saturday? Usually gets here some time Saturday morning." Melchett said grimly, "Well see if we can find him." Basil Blake's cottage, which consisted of all modern conveniences enclosed in a hideous shell of half timbering and sham Tudor, was known to the postal authorities and to William Booker, Builder, as "Chatsworth"; to Basil and his friends as "The Period Piece"; and to the village of St. Mary Mead at large as "Mr. Booker's new house." It was little more than a quarter of a mile from the village proper, being situated on a new building estate that had been bought by the enterprising Mr. Booker just beyond the Blue Boar, with frontage on what had been a particularly unspoiled country lane. Gossington Hall was about a mile farther on along the same road. Lively interest had been aroused in St. Mary Mead when the news went round that "Mr. Booker's new house" had been bought by a film star. Eager watch was kept for the first appearance of the legendary creature in the village, and it may be said that as far as appearances went Basil Blake was all that could be asked for. Little by little, however, the real facts leaked out. Basil Blake was not a film star, not even a film actor. He was a very junior person, rejoicing in the position of about fifteenth in the list of those responsible for set decorations at Lenville Studios, headquarters of British New Era Films. The village maidens lost interest and the ruling class of censorious spinsters took exception to Basil Blake's way of life. Only the landlord of the Blue Boar continued to be enthusiastic about Basil and Basil's friends. The revenues of the Blue Boar had increased since the young man's arrival in the place.

  The police car stopped outside the distorted rustic gate of Mr. Booker's fancy, and Colonel Melchett, with a glance of distaste at the excessive half timbering of Chatsworth, strode up to the front door and attacked it briskly with the knocker. It was opened much more promptly than he had expected. A young man with straight, somewhat long black hair, wearing orange corduroy trousers and a royal-blue shirt, snapped out, "Well, what do you want?"

  "Are you Mr. Basil Blake?"

  "Of course I am."

  "I should be glad to have a few words with you if I may, Mr. Blake."

  "Who are you?"

  "I am Colonel Melchett, the chief constable of the county."

  Mr. Blake said insolently, "You don't say so. How amusing."

  And Colonel Melchett, following the other in, understood precisely what Colonel Bantry's reactions had been. The toe of his own boot itched. Containing himself, however, he said, with an attempt to speak pleasantly, "You're an early riser, Mr. Blake."

  "Not at all. I haven't been to bed yet." "Indeed?" "But I don't suppose you've come here to inquire into my hours of bed-going, or if you have it's rather a waste of the county's time and money. What is it you want to speak to me about?" Colonel Melchett cleared his throat. "I understand, Mr. Blake, that last weekend you had a visitor a… er… fair-haired young lady."

  Basil Blake stared, threw back his head and roared with laughter. "Have the old cats been on to you from the village? About my morals? Damn it all, morals aren't a police matter. You know that."

  "As you say," said Melchett dryly, "your morals are no concern of mine. I have come to you because the body of a fair-haired young woman of slightly… er… exotic appearance has been found murdered."

  Blake stared at him. "Where?"

  "In the library at Gossington Hall."

  "At Gossington? At old Bantry's? I say, that's pretty rich. Old Bantry! The dirty old man!"

  Colonel Melchett went very red in the face. He said sharply through the renewed mirth of the young man opposite him, "Kindly control your tongue, sir. I came to ask you if you can throw any light on this business."

  "You've come round to ask me it I've missed a blonde? Is that it? Why should- Hullo, 'ullo, 'ullo! What's this?"

  A car had drawn up outside with a scream of brakes. Out of it tumbled a young woman dressed in flapping black-and-white pajamas. She had scarlet lips, blackened eyelashes and a platinum-blond head. She strode up to the door, flung it open, and exclaimed angrily, "Why did you run out on me?" Basil Blake had risen. "So there you are. Why shouldn't I leave you? I told you to clear out, and you wouldn't."

  "Why should I, because you told me to? I was enjoying myself."

  "Yes, with that filthy brute, Rosenberg. You know what he's like."

  "You were jealous, that's all."

  "Don't flatter yourself. I hate to see a girl I like who can't hold her drink and lets a disgusting Central European paw her about."

  "That's a lie. You were drinking pretty hard yourself and going on with the black-haired Spanish girl."

  "If I take you to a party, I expect you to be able to behave yourself."

  "And I refuse to be dictated to, and that's that. You said we'd go to the party and come on down here afterward. I'm not going to leave a party before I'm ready to leave it."

  "No, and that's why I left you flat. I was ready to come down here and I came. I don't hang round waiting for any fool of a woman."

  "Sweet, polite person you are."

  "You seem to have followed me down, all right."

  "I wanted to tell you what I thought of you."

  "If you think you can boss me, my girl, you're wrong."

  "And if you think you can order me about, you can think again."

  They glared at each other. It was at this moment that Colonel Melchett seized his opportunity and cleared his throat loudly. Basil Blake swung round on him. "Hullo, I forgot you were here. About time you took yourself off, isn't it? Let me introduce you Dinah Lee. Colonel Blimp, of the county police… And now, Colonel, that you've seen that my blonde is alive and in good condition, perhaps you'll get on with the good work concerning old Bantry's little bit of fluff. Good morning."

  Colonel Melchett said, "I advise you to keep a civil tongue in your head, young man, or you'll let yourself in for trouble," and stumped out, his face red and wrathful.

  In his office at Much Benham, Colonel Melchett received and scrutinized the reports of his subordi
nates. "… so it all seems clear enough, sir," Inspector Slack was concluding. "Mrs. Bantry sat in the library after dinner and went to bed just before ten. She turned out the lights when she left the room, and presumably no one entered the room afterward. The servants went to bed at half past ten, and Lorrimer, after putting the drinks in the hall, went to bed at a quarter to eleven. Nobody heard anything out of the usual, except the third housemaid, and she heard too much! Groans and a bloodcurdling yell and sinister footsteps and I don't know what. The second housemaid, who shares a room with her, says the other girl slept all night through without a sound. It's those ones that make up things that cause us all the trouble."

  "What about the forced window?"

  "Amateur job, Simmons says, done with a common chisel, ordinary pattern; wouldn't have made much noise. Ought to be a chisel about the house, but not [missing text]

  Melchett said to the inspector, "You're quite sure she'd never been seen before at Gossington?"

  "The servants are positive of that. Quite indignant about it. They'd have remembered if they'd ever seen her about in the neighborhood, they say."

  "I expect they would," said Melchett. "Anyone of that type sticks out a mile round here. Look at that young woman of Blake's."

  "Pity it wasn't her," said Slack. "Then we should be able to get on a bit."

  "It seems to me this girl must have come down from London," said the chief constable thoughtfully. "Don't believe there will be any local leads. In that case, I suppose, we should do well to call in the Yard. It's a case for them, not for us."

  "Something must have brought her down here, though," said Slack. He added tentatively, "Seems to me Colonel and Mrs. Bantry must know something. Of course I know they're friends of yours, sir."

  Colonel Melchett treated him to a cold stare. He said stiffly, "You may rest assured that I'm taking every possibility into account. Every possibility." He went on, "You've looked through the list of persons reported missing, I suppose?"

  Slack nodded. He produced a typed sheet "Got 'em here. Mrs. Saunders, reported missing a week ago, dark-haired, blue-eyed, thirty-six. 'Tisn't her. And anyway, everyone knows, except her husband, that she's gone off with a fellow from Leeds commercial. Mrs. Barnard she's sixty-five. Pamela Reeves, sixteen, missing from her home last night, had attended Girl Guide rally, dark brown hair in pigtails, five feet five "

 

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