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  Inspector Curry blinked a little and said soothingly: 'Quite so. Now, m'am, I've had an account of this evening's events from Miss Bellever. A most anxious time for all of you, I'm sure.'

  'Yes, indeed. It was all so dramatic, you know.'

  'First this to-do between Mr Serrocold and' - he looked down at a note he had made - 'this Edgar Lawson.'

  'A very odd young man,' said Miss Marple. 'I have felt all along that there was something wrong about him.'

  'I'm sure you have,' said Inspector Curry. 'And then, after that excitement was over, there came Mr Gulbrandsen's death. I understand that you went with Mrs Serrocold to see the - er - the body.'

  'Yes, I did. She asked me to come with her. We are very old friends.'

  'Quite so. And you went along to Mr Gulbrandsen's room. Did you touch anything while you were in the room, either of you?'

  'Oh no. Mr Serrocold warned us not to.'

  'Did you happen to notice, ma'm, whether there was a letter or a piece of paper, say, in the typewriter?'

  'There wasn't,' said Miss Marple promptly. 'I noticed that at once because it seemed to me odd. Mr Gulbrandsen was sitting there at the typewriter so he must have been typing something. Yes, I thought it very odd.'

  Inspector Curry looked at her sharply. He said: 'Did you have much conversation with Mr Gulbrandsen while he was here?'

  'Very little.'

  'There is nothing especial - or significant that you can remember?' Miss Marple considered.

  'He asked me about Mrs Serrocold's health. In particular, about her heart.'

  'Her heart? Is there something wrong with her heart?'

  'Nothing whatever, I understand.' Inspector Curry was silent for a moment or two, then he said: 'You heard a shot this evening during the quarrel between Mr Serrocold and Edgar Lawson?'

  'I didn't actually hear it myself. I am a little deaf, you know. But Mrs Serrocold mentioned it as being outside in the park.'

  'Mr Gulbrandsen left the party immediately after dinner, I understand?'

  'Yes, he said he had letters to write.'

  'He didn't show any wish for a business conference with Mr Serrocold?'

  'No.' Miss Marple added: 'You see, they'd already had one little talk.'

  'They had? When? I understood that Mr Serrocold only returned home just before dinner.'

  'That's quite true, but he walked up through the park, and Mr Gulbrandsen went out to meet him and they walked up and down the terrace together.'

  'Who else knows this?'

  'I shouldn't think anybody else,' said Miss Marple.

  'Unless, of course, Mr Serrocold told Mrs Serrocold. I just happened to be looking out of my window - at some birds.'

  'Birds?'

  'Birds,' Miss Marple added after a moment or two: 'I thought, perhaps, they might be siskins.' Inspector Curry was uninterested in siskins.

  'You didn't,' he said delicately, 'happen to - er overhear anything of what they said?' Innocent china blue eyes met his.

  'Only fragments, I'm afraid,' said Miss Marple gently.

  'And those fragments?''

  'Miss Marple was silent for a moment, then she said: 'I do not know the actual subject of their conversation, but their immediate concern was to keep whatever it was from the knowledge of Mrs Serrocold. To spare her - that was how Mr Gulbrandsen put it, and Mr Serrocold said, "I agree that it is she who must be considered." They also mentioned a "big responsibility" and that they should, perhaps, "take outside advice."' She paused. 'I think you know, you had better ask Mr Serrocold himself about all this.'

  'We shall do so, m'am. Now there is nothing else that struck you as unusual this evening?' Miss Marple considered.

  'It was all so unusual if you know what I mean '

  'Quite so. Quite so.' Something flickered into Miss Marple's memory.

  'There was one rather unusual incident. Mr Serrocold stopped Mrs Serrocold from taking her medicine. Miss Bellever was quite put out about it.' She smiled in a deprecating fashion. 'But that, of course, is such a little thing…'

  'Yes, of course. Well, thank you, Miss Marple.''

  'As Miss Marple went out of the room, Sergeant Lake said: 'She's old, but she's sharp…'

  Chapter 10

  Lewis Serrocold came into the office and immediately the whole focus of the room shifted. He turned to close the door behind him, and in doing so he created an atmosphere of privacy. He walked over and sat down, not in the chair Miss Marple had just vacated, but in his own chair behind the desk. Miss Bellever had settled Inspector Curry in a chair drawn up to one side of the desk, as though unconsciously she had reserved Lewis Serrocold's chair against his coming.

  When he had sat down, Lewis Serrocold looked at the two police officers thoughtfully. His face looked drawn and tired. It was the face of a man who was passing through a severe ordeal, and it surprised Inspector Curry a little because, though Christian Gulbrandsen's death must undeniably have been a shock to Lewis Serrocold, yet Gulbrandsen had not been a close friend or relation, only a rather remote connection by marriage.

  In an odd way, the tables seemed to have been turned.

  It did not seem as though Lewis Serrocold had come into the room to answer police questioning. It seemed rather that Lewis Serrocold had arrived to preside over a court of inquiry. It irritated Inspector Curry a little.

  He said briskly:

  'Now, Mr Serrocold -'

  Lewis Serrocold still seemed lost in thought. He said with a sigh: 'How difficult it is to know the right thing to do.'

  Inspector Curry said: 'I think we will be the judges of that, Mr Serrocold.

  Now about Mr Gulbrandsen, he arrived unexpectedly, I understand?'

  'Quite unexpectedly.'

  'You did not know he was coming.'

  'I had not the least idea of it.'

  'And you have no idea of why he came?' Lewis Serrocold said quietly: 'Oh yes, I know why he came. He told me.'

  'When?'

  'I walked up from the station. He was watching from the house and came out to meet me. It was then that he explained what had brought him here.'

  'Business connected with the Gulbrandsen Institute, I suppose?'

  'Oh no, it was nothing to do with the Gulbrandsen Institute.'

  'Miss Bellever seemed to think it was.'

  'Naturally. That would be the assumption. Gulbrandsen did nothing to correct that impression. Neither did I.'

  'Why, Mr Serrocold?' Lewis Serrocold said slowly: 'Because it seemed to both of us important that no hint should arise as to the real purpose of his visit.'

  'What was the real purpose?' Lewis Serrocold was silent for a minute or two. He sighed.

  'Gulbrandsen came over here regularly twice a year for meetings of the trustees. The last meeting was only a month ago. Consequently he was not due to come over again for another five months. I think, therefore, that anyone might realize that the business that brought him must definitely be urgent business, but I still think that the normal assumption would be that it was a business visit, and that the matter, however urgent - would be a Trust matter. As far as I know, Gulbrandsen did nothing to contradict that impression - or thought he didn't. Yes, perhaps that is nearer the truth - he thought he didn't.'

  'I'm afraid, Mr Serrocold, that I don't quite follow you.' Lewis Serrocold did not answer at once. Then he said gravely: 'I fully realize that with Gulbrandsen's death - Which was murder, undeniably murder, I have got to put all the facts before you. But frankly, I am concerned for my wife's happiness and peace of mind. It is not for me to dictate to you, Inspector, but if you can see your way to keeping certain things from her as far as possible I shall be grateful. You see, Inspector Curry, Christian Gulbrandsen came here expressly to tell me that he believed my wife was being slowly and cold-bloodedly poisoned.'

  'What?' Curry leaned forward incredulously.

  Serrocold nodded.

  'Yes, it was, as you can imagine, a tremendous shock to me. I had had no suspicion of su
ch a thing myself, but as soon as Christian told me, I realized that certain symptoms my wife had complained of lately were quite compatible with that belief. What she took to be rheumatism, leg cramps, pain, and occasional sickness.

  All that fits in very well with the symptoms of arsenical poisoning.'

  'Miss Marple told us that Christian Gulbrandsen asked her about the condition of Mrs Serrocold's heart.'

  'Did he now? That's interesting. I suppose he thought that a heart poison would be used since it paved the way to a sudden death without undue suspicion. But I think myself that arsenic is more likely.'

  'You definitely think, then, that Christian Gulbrandsen's suspicions were well founded?'

  'Oh yes, I think so. For one thing, Gulbrandsen would hardly come to me with such a suggestion unless he was fairly sure of his facts. He was a cautious and hardheaded man, difficult to convince, but very shrewd.'

  'What was his evidence?'

  'We had no time to go into that. Our interview was a hurried one. It served only the purpose of explaining his visit, and a mutual agreement that nothing whatever should be said to my wife about the matter until we were sure of our facts.'

  'And whom did he suspect of administering poison?'

  'He did not say, and actually I don't think he knew. He may have suspected. I think now that he probably did suspect - otherwise why should he be killed?'

  'But he mentioned no name to you?'

  'He mentioned no name. We agreed that we must investigate the matter thoroughly, and he suggested inviting the advice and co-operation of Dr Galbraith, the Bishop of Cromer. Dr Galbraith is a very old friend of the Gulbrandsens and is one of the trustees of the Institute.

  He is a man of great wisdom and experience and would be of infinite help and comfort to my wife if - if it was necessary to tell her of our suspicions. We meant to rely on his advice as to whether or not to consult the police.'

  'Quite extraordinary,' said Curry.

  'Gulbrandsen left us after dinner to write to Dr Galbraith. He was actually in the act of typing a letter to him when he was shot.'

  'How do you know?' Lewis said calmly: 'Because I took the letter out of the typewriter. I have it here.' From his breast pocket, he drew out a folded typewritten sheet of paper and handed it to Curry.

  The latter said sharply: 'You shouldn't have taken this, or touched anything in the room.'

  'I touched nothing else. I know that I committed an unpardonable offence in your eyes in moving this, but I had a very strong reason. I felt certain that my wife would insist on coming into the room and I was afraid that she might read something of what is written here. I admit myself in the wrong, but I am afraid I would do the same again. I would do anything - anything - to save my wife unhappiness.' Inspector Curry said no more for the moment. He read the typewritten sheet.

  Dear Dr Galbraith. If it is at all possible, I beg that you will come to Stonygates as soon as you receive this. A crisis of extraordinary gravity has arisen and I am at a loss how to deal with it. I know how deep your affection is for our dear Carrie Louise, and how grave your concern will be for anything that affects her. How much has she got to know?

  How much can we keep from her? Those are the questions that I find difficult to answer.

  Not to beat about the bush, I have reason to believe that that sweet and innocent lady is being slowly poisoned. I first suspected this when-

  Here the letter broke off abruptly.

  Curry said: 'And when he had reached this point Christian Gulbrandsen was shot?'

  'Yes.'

  'But why on earth was this letter in the typewriter?'

  'I can only conceive of two reasons - one, that the murderer had no idea to whom Gulbrandsen was writing and what was the subject of the letter. Secondly - he may not have had time. He may have heard someone coming and only had just time to escape unobserved.'

  'And Gulbrandsen gave you no hint as to whom he suspected - if he did suspect anyone?'

  There was, perhaps, a very slight pause before Lewis answered.

  'None whatever.'

  He added, rather obscurely:

  'Christian was a very fair man.'

  'How do you think this poison, arsenic or whatever it may be - was or is being administered?'

  'I thought over that whilst I was changing for dinner and it seemed to me that the most likely vehicle was some medicine, a tonic, that my wife was taking. As regards food, we all partake of the same dishes and my wife has nothing specially prepared for her. But anyone could add arsenic to the medicine bottle.'

  'We must take the medicine and have it analysed.' Lewis said quietly:

  'I already have a sample of it. I took it this evening before dinner.'

  From a drawer in the desk he took out a small corked bottle with a red fluid in it.

  Inspector Curry said with a curious glance:

  'You think of everything, Mr Serrocold.'

  'I believe in acting promptly. Tonight, I stopped my wife from taking her usual dose. It is still in a glass on the oak dresser in the Hall - the bottle of tonic itself is in the dining-room.' Curry leaned forward across the desk. He lowered his voice and spoke confidentially and without officialdom.

  'You'll excuse me, Mr Serrocold, but just why are you so anxious to keep this from your wife? Are you afraid she'd panic? Surely, for her own sake, it would be as well if she were warned.'

  'Yes - yes, that may well be so. But I don't think you quite understand. Without knowing my wife Caroline, it would be difficult. My wife, Inspector Curry, is an idealist, a completely trustful person. Of her it may truly be said that she sees no evil, hears no evil, and speaks no evil. It would be inconceivable to her that anyone could wish to kill her. But we have to go farther than that. It is not just "anyone." It is a case - surely you see that - of someone possibly very near and dear to her…'

  'So that's what you think?'

  'We have got to face facts. Close at hand we have a couple of hundred warped and stunted personalities who have expressed themselves often enough by crude and senseless violence. But by the very nature of things, none of them can be suspect in this case. A slow poisoner is someone living in the intimacy of family life. Think of the people who are here in this house; her husband, her daughter, her granddaughter, her granddaughter's husband, her stepson whom she regards as her own son, Miss Bellever her devoted companion and friend of many years. All very near and dear to her - and yet the suspicion must arise - is it one of them?' Curry said slowly: 'There are outsiders '

  'Yes, in a sense. There is Dr Maverick, one or two of the staff are often with us, there are the servants - but frankly, what possible motive could they have?' Inspector Curry said:

  'And there's young - what is his name again - Edgar Lawson?.'

  'Yes. But he has only been down here as a casual visitor just lately. He has no possible motive. Besides, he is deeply attached to Caroline - just as everyone is.'

  'But he's unbalanced. What about this attack on you tonight?'

  Serrocold waved it aside impatiently.

  'Sheer childishness. He had no intention of harming me.'

  'Not with these two bullet holes in the wall? He shot at you, didn't he?'

  'He didn't mean to hit me. It was play-acting, no more.'

  'Rather a dangerous form of play-acting, Mr Serrocold.'

  'You don't understand. You must talk to our psychiatrist, Dr Maverick. Edgar is an illegitimate child. He has consoled himself for his lack of a father and a humble origin by pretending to himself that he is the son of a celebrated man. It's a well-known phenomenon, I assure you. He was improving, improving very much. Then, for some reason, he had a set-back. He identified me as his "father" and made a melodramatic attack, waving a revolver and uttering threats. I was not in the least alarmed. When he had actually fired the revolver, he broke down and sobbed and Dr Maverick took him away and gave him a sedative. He'll probably be quite normal tomorrow morning.'

  'You don't wish to bring a charge
against him?'

  'That would be the worst thing possible - for him, I mean.'

  'Frankly, Mr Serrocold, it seems to me he ought to be under restraint. People who go about firing off revolvers to bolster up their egos - one has to think of the community, you know.'

  'Talk to Dr Maverick on the subject,' urged Lewis. 'He'll give you the professional point of view. In any case,' he added, 'poor Edgar certainly did not shoot Gulbrandsen. He was in here threatening to shoot me.'

  'That's the point I was coming to, Mr Serrocold. We've covered the outside. Anyone, it seems, could have come in from outside, and shot Mr Gulbrandsen, since the terrace door was unlocked. But there is a narrower field inside the house, and in view of what you have been telling me, it seems to me that very close attention must be paid to that. It seems possible that, with the exception of old Miss - er - yes, Marple, who happened to be looking out of her bedroom window, no one was aware that you and Christian Gulbrandsen had already had a private interview. If so, Gulbrandsen may have been shot to prevent him communicating his suspicions to you. Of course it is too early to say as yet what other motives may exist. Mr Gulbrandsen was a wealthy man, I presume?'

  'Yes, he was a very wealthy man. He has sons and daughters and grandchildren - all of them will probably benefit by his death. But I do not think that any of his family are in this country, and they are all solid and highly respectable people. As far as I know, there are no black sheep amongst them.'

  'Had he any enemies?'

  'I should think it most unlikely. He was - really, he was not that type of man.'

  'So it boils down, doesn't it, to this house and the people in it? Who from inside the house could have killed him?'

  Lewis Serrocold said slowly:

  'That is difficult for me to say. There are the servants and the members of my household and our guests. They are, from your point of view, all possibilities, I suppose.

  I can only tell you that, as far as I know, everyone except the servants was in the Great Hall when Christian left it, and whilst I was there, nobody left it.'

  'Nobody at all?'