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  He said, 'I beg your pardon,' hastily, but Miss Marple was startled by the queer staring expression of his eyes.

  'Aren't you feeling well, Mr Lawson?'

  'Well? How should I be feeling well? I've had a shock - a terrible shock.'

  'What kind of a shock?'

  The young man gave a swift glance past her, and then a sharp uneasy glance to either side. His doing so gave Miss Marple a nervous feeling.

  'Shall I tell you?' He looked at her doubtfully. 'I don't know. I don't really know. I've been so spied upon.'

  Miss Marple made up her mind. She took him firmly by the arm.

  'If we walk down this path… There, now, there are no trees or bushes near. Nobody can overhear.'

  'No - no, you're right.' He drew a deep breath, bent his head and almost whispered his next words. 'I've made a discovery. A terrible discovery.'

  Edgar Lawson began to shake all over. He was almost weeping.

  'To have trusted someone! To have believed… and it was lies - all lies. Lies to keep me from finding out the truth. I can't bear it. It's too wicked. You see, he was the one person I trusted, and now to find out that all the time he's been at the bottom of it all. It's he who's been my enemy! It's he who has been having me followed about and spied upon. But he can't get away with it any more.

  I shall speak out. I shall tell him I know what he has been doing.'

  'Who is "he"?' demanded Miss Marple.

  Edgar Lawson drew himself up to his full height. He might have looked pathetic and dignified. But actually he only looked ridiculous.

  'I'm speaking of my father.'

  'Viscount Montgomery - or do you mean Winston Churchill?'

  Edgar threw her a glance of scorn.

  'They let me think that - just to keep me from guessing the truth. But I know now. I've got a friend - a real friend.

  A friend who tells me the truth and lets me know just how I've been deceived. Well, my father will have to reckon with me. I'll throw his lies in his face! I'll challenge him with the truth. We'll see what he's got to say to that.'

  And suddenly breaking away, Edgar went off at a run and disappeared in the park.

  Her face grave, Miss Marple went back to the house.

  'We're all a little mad, dear lady,' Dr Maverick had said.

  But it seemed to her that in Edgar's case it went rather further than that.

  Lewis Serrocold arrived back at six-thirty. He stopped the car at the gates and walked to the house through the park. Looking out of her window, Miss Marple saw Christian Gulbrandsen go out to meet him and the two men, having greeted one another, turned and paced to and fro up and down the terrace.

  Miss Marple had been careful to bring her bird glasses with her. At this moment she brought them into action.

  Was there, or was there not, a flight of siskins by that far clump of trees?

  She noted as the glasses swept down before rising that both men were looking seriously disturbed. Miss Marple leant out a little farther. Scraps of conversation floated up to her now and then. If either of the men should look up, it would be quite clear that an enraptured bird watcher had her attention luted on a point far removed from their conversation.

  '… how to spare Carrie Louise the knowledge -' Gulbrandsen was saying.

  The next time they passed below, Lewis Serrocold was speaking.

  ' if it can be kept from her. I agree that it is she who must be considered…' Other faint snatches came to the listener.

  ' - Really serious -' '- not justified -' '- too big a responsibility to take -' '- we should, perhaps, take outside advice ' Finally Miss Marple heard Christian Gulbrandsen say: 'Ach, it grows cold. We must go inside.' Miss Marple drew her head in through the window with a puzzled expression. What she had heard was too fragmentary to be easily pieced together - but it served to confirm that vague apprehension that had been gradually growing upon her and about which Ruth Van Rydock had been so positive.

  Whatever was wrong at Stonygates, it definitely affected Carrie Louise.

  Dinner that evening was a somewhat constrained meal.

  Both Gulbrandsen and Lewis were absent-minded and absorbed in their own thoughts. Walter Hudd glowered even more than usual, and for once Gina and Stephen seemed to have little to say either to each other or to the company at large. Conversation was mostly sustained by Dr Maverick, who had a lengthy technical discussion with Mr Baumgarten, one of the Occupational Therapists.

  When they moved into the hall after dinner, Christian Gulbrandsen excused himself almost at once. He said he had an important letter to write.

  'So if you will forgive me, dear Carrie Louise, I will go now to my room.'

  'You have all you want there? Jolly?'

  'Yes, yes. Everything. A typewriter, I asked, and one has been put there. Miss Bellever has been most kind and attentive.'

  He left the Great Hall by the door on the left which led past the foot of the main staircase and along a corridor, at the end of which was a suite of bedroom and bathroom.

  When he had gone out Carrie Louise said: 'Not going down to the theatre tonight, Gina?'

  The girl shook her head. She went over and sat by the window overlooking the front drive and the court.

  Stephen glanced at her, then strolled over to the big grand piano. He sat down at it and strummed very softly - a queer melancholy little tune. The two Occupational Therapists, Mr Baumgarten and Mr Lacy, and Dr Maverick, said goodnight and left. Walter turned on the switch of a reading lamp and with a crackling noise half the lights in the hall went out.

  He growled.

  'That darned switch is always faulty. I'll go and put a new fuse in.'

  He left the Hall and Carrie Louise murmured, 'Wally's so clever with electrical gadgets and things like that. You remember how he fixed that toaster?'

  'It seems to be all he does do here,' said Mildred Strete.

  'Mother, have you taken your tonic?'

  Miss Bellever looked annoyed.

  'I declare I completely forgot tonight.' She jumped up and went into the dining-room, returning presently with a small glass containing a little rose-coloured fluid.

  Smiling a little, Carrie Louise held out an obedient hand.

  'Such horrid stuff and nobody lets me forget it,' she said, making a wry face.

  And then, rather unexpectedly, Lewis Serrocold said: 'I don't think I should take it tonight, my dear. I'm not sure it really agrees with you.' Quietly, but with that controlled energy always so apparent in him, he took the glass from Miss Bellever and put it down on the big oak Welsh dresser.

  Miss Bellever said sharply: 'Really, Mr Serrocold, I can't agree with you there.

  Mrs Serrocold has been very much better since ' She broke off and turned sharply.

  The front door was pushed violently open and allowed to swing to with a crash. Edgar Lawson came into the big dim Hall with the air of a star performer making a triumphal entry.

  He stood in the middle of the floor and struck an attitude.

  It was almost ridiculous - but not quite ridiculous.

  Edgar sid theatrically: 'So I have found you, O mine enemy!' He said it to Lewis Serrocold.

  Mr Serrocold looked mildly astonished.

  'Why, Edgar, what is the matter?'

  'You can say that to me - you! You know what's the matter. You've been deceiving me, spying on me, working with my enemies against me.' Lewis took him by the arm.

  'Now, now, my dear lad, don't excite yourself. Tell me all about it quietly. Come into my office.' He led him across the Hall and through a door on the right, closing it behind him. After he had done so, there was another sound, the sharp sound of a key being turned in the lock.

  Miss Bellever looked at Miss Marple, the same idea in both their minds. It was not Lewis Serrocold who had turned the key.

  Miss Bellever said sharply: 'That young man is just about to go off his head in my opinion. It isn't safe.' Mildred said: 'He's a most unbalanced young man and absolutely ungrate
ful for everything that's been done for him - you ought to put your foot down, Mother.' With a faint sigh Carrie Louise murmured: 'There's no harm in him really. He's fond of Lewis.

  He's very fond of him.' Miss Marple looked at her curiously. There had been no fondness in the expression that Edgar had turned on Lewis Serrocold a few moments previously, very far from it. She wondered, as she wondered before, if Carrie Louise deliberately turned her back on reality.

  Gina said sharply: 'He had something in his pocket. Edgar, I mean. Playing with it.'

  Stephen murmured as he took his hands from the keys: 'In a film it would certainly have been a revolver.' Miss Marple coughed.

  'I think you know,' she said apologetically, 'it was a revolver.' From behind the closed door of Lewis's office the sound of voices had been plainly discernible. Now, suddenly, they became clearly audible. Edgar Lawson shouted whilst Lewis Serrocold's voice kept its even reasonable note.

  'Lies - lies - lies, all lies. You're my father. I'm your son. You've deprived me of my rights. I ought to own this place. You hate me - you want to get rid of me!' There was a soothing murmur from Lewis and then the hysterical voice rose still higher. It screamed out foul epithets. Edgar seemed rapidly losing control of himself.

  Occasional words came from Lewis - 'calm -just be calm - you know none of this is true -' But they seemed not to soothe, but on the contrary to enrage the young man still further.

  Insensibly everyone in the hall was silent, listening intently to what went on behind the locked door of Lewis's study.

  'I'll make you listen to me,' yelled Edgar. 'I'll take that supercilious expression off your face. I'll have revenge, I tell you. Revenge for all you've made me suffer.' The other voice came curtly, unlike Lewis's usual unemotional tones.

  'Put that revolver down!' Gina cried sharply: 'Edgar will kill him. He's crazy. Can't we get the police or something?' Carrie Louise, still unmoved, said softly: 'There's no need to worry, Gina. Edgar loves Lewis.

  He's just dramatizing himself, that's all.' Edgar's voice sounded through the door in a laugh that Miss Marple had to admit sounded definitely insane.

  'Yes, I've got a revolver - and it's loaded. No, don't speak, don't move. You're going to hear me out. It's you who started this conspiracy against me and now you're going to pay for it.'

  What sounded like the report of a firearm made them all start, but Carrie Louise said: 'It's all right, it's outside - in the park somewhere.' Behind the locked door, Edgar was raving in a high screaming voice.

  'You sit there looking at me - looking at me pretending to be unmoved. Why don't you get down on your knees and beg for mercy? I'm going to shoot, I tell you. I'm going to shoot you dead! I'm your son - your unacknowledged despised son - you wanted me hidden away, out of the world altogether, perhaps. You set your spies to follow me - to hound me down - you plotted against me. You, my father! My father. I'm only a bastard, aren't I? Only a bastard. You went on filling me up with lies. Pretending to be kind to me, and all the time - all the time - You're not fit to live. I won't let you live.' Again there came a stream of obscene profanity.

  Somewhere during the scene Miss Marple was conscious of Miss Bellever saying: 'We must do something,' and leaving the Hall.

  Edgar seemed to pause for breath and then he shouted out: 'You're going to die - to die. You're going to die now. Take that, you devil, and that?

  Two sharp cracks rang out - not in the park this time, but definitely behind the locked door.

  Somebody, Miss Marple thought it was Mildred, cried out: 'Oh God, what shall we do?' There was a thud from inside the room and then a sound, almost more terrible than what had gone before, the sound of slow heavy sobbing.

  Somebody strode past Miss Marple and started shaking and rattling the door.

  It was Stephen Restarick.

  'Open the door. Open the door,' he shouted.

  Miss Bellever came back into the Hall. In her hand she held an assortment of keys.

  'Try some of these,' she said breathlessly.

  At that moment the fused lights came on again. The Hall sprang into life again after its eerie dimness.

  Stephen Restarick began trying the keys.

  They heard the inside key fall out as he did so.

  Inside that wild desperate sobbing went on.

  Walter Hudd, coming lazily back into the Hall, stopped dead and demanded:

  'Say, what's going on round here?'

  Mildred said tearfully:

  'That awful crazy young man has shot Mr Serrocold.'

  'Please.' It was Carrie Louise who spoke. She got up and came across to the study door. Very gently she pushed Stephen Restarick aside. 'Let me speak to him.'

  She called- very softly - 'Edgar… Edgar… let me in, will you? Please, Edgar.'

  They heard the key fitted into the lock. It turned and the door was slowly opened.

  But it was not Edgar who opened it. It was Lewis Serrocold. He was breathing hard as though he had been running, but otherwise he was unmoved.

  'It's all right, dearest,' he said. 'Dearest, it's quite all right.'

  'We thought you'd been shot,' said Miss Bellever gruffly.

  Lewis Serrocold frowned. He said with a trifle of asperity: 'Of course I haven't been shot.'

  They could see into the study by now. Edgar Lawson had collapsed by the desk. He was sobbing and gasping.

  The revolver lay on the floor where it had dropped from his hand.

  'But we heard the shots,' said Mildred.

  'Oh yes, he fired twice.'

  'And he missed you?'

  'Of course he missed me,' snapped Lewis.

  Miss Marple did not consider that there was any of course about it. The shots must have been fired at fairly close range.

  Lewis Serrocold said irritably:

  'Where's Maverick? It's Maverick we need.'

  Miss Bellever said:

  'I'll get him. Shall I ring up the police as well?'

  'Police? Certainly not.'

  'Of course we must ring up the police,' said Mildred.

  'He's dangerous.'

  'Nonsense,' said Lewis Serrocold. 'Poor lad. Does he look dangerous?'

  At the moment he did not look dangerous. He looked young and pathetic and rather repulsive.

  His voice had lost its carefully acquired accent.

  'I didn't mean to do it,' he groaned. 'I dunno what came over me - talking all that stuff- I must have been mad.'

  Mildred sniffed.

  'I really must have been mad. I didn't mean to. Please, Mr Serrocold, I really didn't mean to.'

  Lewis Serrocold patted him on the shoulder.

  'That's all right, my boy. No damage done.'

  'I might have killed you, Mr Serrocold.' Walter Hudd walked across the room and peered at the wall behind the desk.

  'The bullets went in here,' he said. His eye dropped to the desk and the chair behind it. 'Must have been a near miss,' he said grimly.

  'I lost my head. I didn't rightly know what I was doing. I thought he'd done me out of my rights. I thought ' Miss Marple put in the question she had been wanting to ask for some time.

  'Who told you,' she asked, 'that Mr Serrocold was your father?' Just for a second a sly expression peeped out of Edgar's distracted face. It was there and gone in a flash.

  'Nobody,' he said. 'I just got it into my head.' Walter Hudd was staring down at the revolver where it lay on the floor.

  'Where the hell did you get that gun?' he demanded.

  'Gun?' Edgar stared down at it.

  'Looks mighty like my gun,' said Walter. He stooped down and picked it up. 'By heck, it is! You took it out of my room, you creeping louse, you.' Lewis Serrocold interposed between the cringing Edgar and the menacing American.

  'All this can be gone into later,' he said. 'Ah, here's Maverick. Take a look at him, will you, Maverick?' Dr Maverick advanced upon Edgar with a kind of professional zest.

  'This won't do, Edgar,' he said. 'This won't do, you know.'<
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  'He's a dangerous lunatic,' said Mildred sharply. 'He's been shooting off a revolver and raving. He only just missed my stepfather.'

  Edgar gave a little yelp and Dr Maverick said reprovingly: 'Careful, please, Mrs Strete.'

  'I'm sick of all this. Sick of the way you all go on here! I tell you this man's a lunatic.' With a bound Edgar wrenched himself away from Dr Maverick and fell to the floor at Serrocold's feet.

  'Help me. Help me. Don't let them take me away and shut me up. Don't let them…' An unpleasing scene, Miss Marple thought.

  Mildred said angrily, 'I tell you he's-'

  Her mother said soothingly: 'Please Mildred. Not now. He's suffering.'

  Walter muttered: 'Suffering cripes. They're all cuckoo round here.'

  'I'll take charge of him,' said Dr Maverick. 'You come with me, Edgar. Bed and a sedative - and we'll talk everything out in the morning. Now you trust me, don't you?' Rising to his feet and trembling a little, Edgar looked doubtfully at the young doctor and then at Mildred Strete.

  'She said - I was a lunatic.'

  'No, no, you're not a lunatic.' Miss Bellever's footsteps rang purposefully across the Hall. She came in with her lips pursed together and a flushed face.

  'I've telephoned the police,' she said grimly. 'They will be here in a few minutes.'

  Carrie Louise cried, 'Jolly!' in tones of dismay.

  Edgar uttered a wail.

  Lewis Serrocold frowned angrily.

  'I told you, Jolly, I did not want the police summoned. This is a medical matter.'

  'That's as may be,' said Miss Bellever. 'I've my own opinion. But I had to call the police. Mr Gulbrandsen's been shot dead.'

  Chapter 8

  It was a moment or two before anyone took in what she was saying.

  Carrie Louise said incredulously:

  'Christian shot? Dead? Oh, surely, that's impossible.'

  'If you don't believe me,' said Miss Bellever, pursing her lips, and addressing not so much Carrie Louise, as the assembled company, 'go and look for yourselves.'