The inquest next day was as formal as the inspector had promised and in the afternoon he and she drove to the hostel at Lostrigg. Its situation was very different from that of the house at Long Cove Bay. It was surrounded by high green hills of a benignity unimaginable after the bleak, forbidding uplands of the moors. The house itself was gracious, too, and was flanked by decidous woods, the trees showing brown, copper-coloured, gold and with some of their boughs still green. The mansion was double-fronted behind a beautifully-kept lawn, and the approach to the house was by an equally well-maintained broad gravel path. There were projecting wings to the house and beyond the trees were bright green upland pastures divided here and there by drystone walls.
The overall impression was one of peace, stability and moderate prosperity, and it was difficult to believe that the way to it had been by a road which writhed across the high moors and then made long sweeps and curves past isolated stone-built shepherd-huts until it reached the lower ground and entered the beginning of arable and pasture-land.
Ribble’s driver pulled up at the side of the house and the other police cars, two of them, (for there were to be six passengers from the hostel), drew in behind him. Ribble and Dame Beatrice walked up to the front door of the hostel.
The warden this time was a man. Moreover, he lived on the premises, was married, and had a sitting-room, a bedroom and a private bathroom on the second floor of the building. He was a bearded, expansive individual and when he saw the police cars he went to the door himself.
‘They’re a bit restive, Inspector,’ he said. ‘I had to tell them you were coming again, otherwise I couldn’t have kept them here. It’s all a little bit off-beat, isn’t it, wouldn’t you say?’
‘The warden, Dame Beatrice,’ said Ribble. ‘Mr Conyers, this is Dame Beatrice Lestrange Bradley. She is consultant psychiatrist to the Home Office and we are going to relieve you of the guests I mentioned over the phone.’
‘I shall be glad to be rid of them. It’s strictly against regulations to keep them here all day and all of yesterday, as I explained, but police business is police business, of course. You didn’t give me any details when you brought Miss Marton along, but I gather the affair is serious.’
‘About as serious as it can be,’ replied Ribble. ‘There may be a murder charge against one or more of them.’
‘Good heavens! Come up to my sitting-room and I’ll send for them.’
‘Yes, they may as well hear what I’ve planned while they are all together. We can sort them out separately when we get them back to Wayland Forest.’
Given the news that they were virtually in custody, the remaining members of the Wild Thyme group were shocked into absolute silence for a minute or two. Dame Beatrice noted that they avoided one another’s eyes. The first to speak was Willie, the dark Scot.
‘But the tandem,’ he said. ‘It went, you know. What happened to the tandem? We thought the two of them had gone off on it until Pippa told us that Peggy was dead and Mick in hospital.’
‘We shall find the tandem in good time, sir,’ said Ribble. ‘Well, now, we want you all to come back with us to Wayland Forest, as I said. I have accomodation for you there.’
‘Oh, but, look here,’ said Giles, ‘our jobs, you know, and some of us are at College. We’ve got to clock in! Our half-term holiday ended yesterday.’
‘You can notify the authorities, sir, and the Chief Constable will endorse your statements.’
‘Oh, but, dammit, that’s not good enough!’
‘I ought to point out to you, sir, that I have the option of holding you in custody as suspected persons.’
‘Suspected of what, for God’s sake?’
‘Murder is a very serious offence, sir.’
‘Yes, but—’
‘Let it go, Giles,’ said Plum. ‘No use kicking up a shine. Later on, when this ghastly business is cleared up, you can sue for unlawful arrest, but it’s no good beefing now.’
‘I am not arresting anybody as yet,’ said Ribble, ‘and for your own sakes, gentlemen, you will be well advised to co-operate with me. I have cars waiting outside.’
‘What about young Pippa?’ asked Peter.
‘We shall take her with us, sir. Are you a particular friend of hers? If so, perhaps you would care to travel back with her and one of the other gentlemen. You, sir,’ he said to Giles, ‘will travel with Dame Beatrice and myself, and the rest will be accommodated in another police car.’
‘What about our bikes?’ demanded Plum.
‘I will send a van to pick them up, sir, but you will not have access to them for a couple of days or so, for obvious reasons.’
‘Oh, we shan’t attempt to do a bunk,’ said Ronnie. ‘Personally I’m all in favour of a couple of days’ extra holiday.’
The shock, Dame Beatrice saw, was wearing off. She was interested to note that there were no signs whatever of grief. Those must have worn off, too, if they had ever existed.
Over the Sunday night dinner at the Ewe and Lamb, Dame Beatrice had received a lively and more detailed account of the previous week’s happenings than she had already gained. John Trent and, to a lesser extent, Adam Penshaw, came into the picture and so did further accounts of the Wild Thyme show.
Dame Beatrice added her quota of information and then said to Hermione, ‘Laura will be here tomorrow. I shall be busy, I hope, as soon as she arrives and shall not be available to keep an eye on you. This murderer is one who appears to have a particular spite against young women—’
‘One of the two dancers who was attacked on Saturday was a man, I thought you said. ’
‘He was dressed as a woman, dear child.’
‘And made a remarkably good job of the impersonation, then. You could have fooled me,’ said Isobel.
‘He certainly seems to have deceived the murderer,’ said Erica.
‘Then why have the police rounded up the rest of them?’ asked Tamsin. ‘We’ve been talking things over since you went off with the inspector. They all knew this dead boy. They wouldn’t have mistaken him for a woman. They knew he was putting on an act.’
‘If he looked like a woman that might have been enough for the murderer. I mean, whoever has done these awful things must be completely insane,’ said Hermione. ‘Isn’t that so?’
‘Maybe, maybe not. There are legal definitions of insanity which may not coincide with your own. What I was about to do was to issue an order,’ said Dame Beatrice, leering at her great-niece.
‘I need only one guess. You gave me a pretty plain hint when you came to the cabin, didn’t you? You want me to go home. But why should I? I don’t know any of the Wild Thyme lot and none of them knows me. In any case you say the police have got the tabs on them. I’m not in any danger and there’s nearly another week of our holiday to run.’
‘Don’t be silly, Hermy One,’ said Isobel. ‘If it were certain that one of the Wild Thyme lot had murdered two of the others you might have a point, but it isn’t at all certain that one of them did. The police may have rounded them up as much for their own safety as because the inspector thinks one of them may be guilty. Another murder done elsewhere while they’re incarcerated could put them in the clear. Anyway, if you want to know, Tamsin and I are going home tomorrow. I don’t believe it was one of those dancers. Nobody breaks up a successful team by getting rid of two of its members and putting another one in hospital.’
‘So speaks the schoolmistress,’ said Erica, ‘and I agree with her. The murderer is some sort of sex-maniac. That’s clear enough. If you really want to know, our clinging burr, or even John Trent, is as likely a candidate as anybody else, and there may be a dozen other possibilities. There’s plenty of motiveless violence about in these days, unfortunately.’
‘I wish the police would put that girl under separate guard or let her go home,’ said Tamsin. ‘If it is one of the other Wild Thymers — and really I think it must be, so you can leave that stupid Penshaw and John Trent out of it — surely Pippa isn’t safe whil
e she’s among them?’
‘Well, of course, she could be the murderer,’ said Hermione. ‘She may have had it in for the other two girls and hated her brother, too. You never know with families. All right, Great-aunt, you win, but I’d much rather stay here and see the thing through.’
‘You’d only be in the way,’ said Isobel. ‘Tell you what. Tamsin will go back to our parents and Erica will go home, so why don’t you come back and spend the week at my flat with me? The murders have spoilt this holiday, anyway. We could have lots of fun together in London.’
‘So there it is,’ said Dame Beatrice to Laura, whom she had sent for to join her at the Ewe and Lamb. ‘What do you make of it?’
‘Three girls and six men make a rather lop-sided team, don’t you think?’
‘Especially, perhaps, when the girls provide the music and the men do most of the dancing.’
‘Well, of course, morris and sword dances are male specialities. What else was on the programme?’
‘According to Hermione, a dozen folk-songs in which all the members except the flautist took part, a solo sword dance by the Scottish lad—’
‘Oh, yes, crossed claymores, I suppose.’
‘— a sailors’ hornpipe performed by two men and a girl, except that on this occasion the girl was a man in what the only remaining girl in the company referred to as ‘drag’—’
‘Oh, you’ve had speech with her, have you?’
‘Yes, this morning at the forest cabin where the dancers have been lodged by the police while enquiries are being pursued.’
‘What’s the girl like?’
‘I gathered that she is more apprehensive on her own account than grief-stricken because her brother has been injured.’
‘That’s interesting. Still, it does look as though it is the women in the party that the murderer is after.’
‘Yes, indeed. The sister told me that when her brother was dressed as a girl it was difficult for anybody, even the members of the company, to tell them apart. I think there is little doubt that he was attacked in mistake for her.’
‘In that case, won’t the murderer have another go? It seems hardly safe to let her stay among the rest of them.’
‘Unless, of course, Pippa Marton herself is the killer.’
‘And had it in for the other two girls? But what about her brother? Could he have found out that she was a murderess and so she had to try to eliminate him for her own sake in case he shopped her to the police?’
‘Any number of wild surmises can be made. The trouble with this one is that, unless the farmer’s wife is lying, the girl cannot have killed the first young woman. For that death she has a complete alibi.’
‘Alibis, like promises and eggs, are made to be broken.’
‘This one seems to be particularly sound.’
‘In other words,’ said Laura, ‘you don’t believe she did it. Well, I must say that knocking holes in people’s heads doesn’t seem the method a girl would choose for disposing of those she doesn’t like, so Pippa passes, I suppose.’
‘Are we overlooking Jael, the wife of Heber the Kenite? When I have questioned the girl further, I may go to see the farmer’s wife again.’
‘And try to bend her round to your way of thinking?’
‘In these latitudes, as you should be well aware, such effort would be wasted. People up here are not malleable.’
‘They cling to their opinions with the single-minded tenacity of limpets clinging to rocks, you mean. Yes, I suppose they do. What’s my part in all this?’
‘The humble but essential office of scribe. I do not care to use a tape-recorder. People distrust them.’
‘Well, they are a kind of bugging device, I suppose.’
‘And, being evil-minded, as all mechanical contraptions, in fact, all inanimate objects, are, they may go wrong at crucial moments. I prefer the written word, even though it does not appear originally in longhand.’
‘Forward, Sir Isaac Pitman,’ said Laura. ‘You say you’re sending those four girls home. Didn’t Hermione chafe a bit? She’s an independent young madam, I thought, as a general rule.’
‘Fortunately Hermione is in no position to object to her deportation. The cabin is booked in the name of Miss Erica Lyndhurst and she agreed with me that the four of them are better out of the way.’
‘But why? You must have said something which convinced her.’
‘Oh, I did.’
‘Any use asking what it was?’
‘I took her aside and told her that the greatest danger was to the young Tamsin Lindsay. I thanked her for upholding my authority and advised her to vacate the forest cabin forthwith. They left this morning.’
‘I don’t get it. Could you supply chapter and verse, or is it one of those guessing games?’
‘By no means. When we have heard the stories which the dancers have to tell and can co-relate them with what I have heard already from the cabin party, you will know as much as I do and, I have little doubt, will come to the same conclusion as I have done.’
‘You know my methods, Watson. Apply them,’ said Laura. ‘Right. Fair enough. When do we start?’
Chapter 14: TWAYBLADE
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Pippa reminded Dame Beatrice of Tamsin, for the girls had three things in common. They were much of an age, both were in a state of alarm and uncertainty and both were artists, Pippa with her flute, Tamsin with pencil and brush.
The young men had been asked to remove themselves to the bedrooms while Dame Beatrice interviewed Pippa in the sitting-room of Ribble’s requisitioned forest cabin in which a policewoman had been Pippa’s companion.
‘None of us did it, you know,’ said Pippa defensively. ‘I mean, how could we? We were all together all the time.’
‘You are referring to Saturday afternoon. What can you tell me about the previous Thursday?’ Dame Beatrice asked.
‘Oh, well, we weren’t together then, of course. We didn’t rehearse until after tea. We wouldn’t have rehearsed then if things had been normal. It was Judy going off and not coming back which upset things. ’
‘You yourself spent the day on a farm, I believe.’
‘Well, only in the farmhouse, actually. Mrs Ramsgill will tell you.’
‘Was the farmer at home?’
‘No, only to lunch. She said he wouldn’t be coming back much before six, so I didn’t wait to see him again. Oh, but he had nothing to do with Judy’s death. He had never even met her, so far as I know.’
‘You did not, any of you, go to the farm for butter or eggs or milk?’
‘Oh, that? I didn’t think that counted and anyway it wouldn’t have been Mr Ramsgill we saw. It would have been Mrs Ramsgill or the dairymaid.’
‘Ah, yes, of course.’
‘Detective-Inspector Ribble told us that you would be coming. He said you are a psychiatrist. Does he think one of us is mad?’
‘My work is concerned more with the emotionally disturbed than with what you would call the insane,’ Dame Beatrice replied. She nodded to Laura, who was poised, a shorthand notebook in front of her. ‘Now, Miss Marton, we come to last Saturday. Will you give me an account of your whole day until the time you reached Miss Lyndhurst’s forest cabin? There is no need to elaborate. Just give me the plain facts, please, and answer my questions as accurately as you can.’
‘Are you going to question our men as well as me, to make sure we all tell the same story? You see, I shall have to include what others did, and they would have to tell about me,’ said Pippa.
‘Just tell the story in your own way. I am trained to separate the wheat from the chaff.’
‘When will they let me see my brother?’
‘I cannot say. Meanwhile, please render me all the help you can. The sooner the police apprehend his aggressor, the safer this part of the world will be for everybody.’
‘Poor Peggy!’
‘Yes, indeed. Her sudden appearance in that dressing-room may have saved your brother’s life.
I also think she may have seen her murderer face to face.’
‘So you want to know who else might have gone into that room besides Peggy after the show was over. My account won’t help you. I’m sure that, whoever killed Judy and Peggy, it wasn’t one of our lot.’
‘It’s a dirty bird that fouls its own nest. Your loyalty does you credit, but is not likely to be helpful.’
‘It isn’t loyalty. It’s absolute conviction.’
‘So be it. At what time did your Saturday begin? We may exclude breakfast.’
‘We didn’t get away from Mrs Beck and the hostel much before ten. Ten o’clock in the morning is the deadline, you see, for hostellers. The boys had loaded up the trailer which carried costumes and props — the wooden swords, Willie’s claymores and kilt, the morris sticks and all the rest of the gear. We had put all those things ready the night before, so that the trailer had only to be hitched on behind the tandem in the morning. All our individual private gear had to be left till last. The men’s bikes have those long, capacious leather holdalls, but we, the girls, have only a smallish saddlebag behind us and a basket on the handlebars, but everybody carries a rucksack or a haversack as well.’
‘So you left at about ten.’
‘And rode our bicycles straight to Gledge End and took over the church hall as arranged. We needed a rehearsal because, except for Giles and Plum, who had gone over on Thursday to arrange the seating, none of us had seen inside the place to know how much space was available for the dances or where the piano and the musicians were going to be put. We had a picnic lunch in the hall, then a rest for about an hour after we’d swept up the crumbs—’
‘You swept the floor?’
‘Oh, yes. Giles found a soft broom in the broom cupboard where — well, you know.’
‘Yes, I know. So Giles knew that the cupboard was unlocked. Did any of the rest of you know?’
‘He came back into the hall with the broom and Plum took it back and put it away, so he would have known.’
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