Overture to Death ra-8

by Ngaio Marsh

  Alleyn, watching Henry, saw him turn very white before he moved away to the window.

  “All right,” Henry said to the landscape. “One’s got to do something about it. Can’t go on all day thinking of an old maid with her brains blown out. Might as well be funny in our hard, decadent modern way.”

  “I remember getting the same reaction in the war,” said Alleyn vaguely. “As they say in vaudeville, ‘I had to laugh.’ It’s not an uncommon rebound from shock.”

  “I don’t suppose I was being anything but excessively commonplace,” said Henry tartly. iv

  “Then you don’t know if anybody came while you were out yesterday morning?” asked Alleyn, after some considerable time spent in collecting the attention of the two Jernighams.

  “I’ll ask the servants,” said Jocelyn importantly, and rang for Taylor.

  As Alleyn expected, the evidence of the servants was completely inconclusive. Nobody had actually rung the door bells, but on the other hand anybody might have walked into the study and done anything. They corroborated Jocelyn and Henry’s statements about their own movements and Taylor remembered seeing Miss Prentice come in at four on Friday afternoon. When the last maid had gone Alleyn asked if they had all been at Pen Cuckoo for some time.

  “Lord, yes,” said the squire. “Out of the question they should have anything to do with this affair. No motive, no opportunity.”

  “And not nearly enough sense,” added Henry.

  “In addition to which,” said Alleyn, “they have provided each other with alibis for the whole day until they all went down in a solid body to the church hall at seven-thirty.”

  “I understand the entertainment provided,” said Henry, “caused cook to vomit three times on the way home, and this morning, Father, I am told, the boot-boy heaved everything he had into the tops of your hunting boots.”

  “Well, that’s a nice thing!” began Jocelyn crossly.

  Alleyn said, “You told me it is out of the question that the automatic could have been substituted for the water-pistol during yesterday morning.”

  “Unless it was done under the noses of a bevy of Friendly Young People and most of the company,” said Henry.

  “How about the afternoon?”

  “It was locked up then and the key, instead of being at the rectory as usual, was hidden, fancifully enough, behind the outside lavatory,” said Henry. “Dinah invented the place of concealment, and announced it at rehearsal. Cousin Eleanor was too put-out to object. Nobody but the members of the cast knew about it. As far as I know, only Templett and Mrs. Ross called in during the afternoon.”

  “What did you do?” asked Alleyn.

  “I went for a walk on Cloudyfold. I met nobody,” said Henry, “and I can’t prove I was there.”

  “Thank you,” said Alleyn mildly. “What about you, sir?”

  “I went round the stables with Rumbold, my agent,” said Jocelyn, “and then I came in and went to sleep in the library. I was waked by my cousin at five. We had a sort of high tea at half-past six and went down to the hall at a quarter to seven.”

  “All three of you?”

  “Yes.”

  “And now, if you please,” said Alleyn, “I should like to see Miss Prentice.”

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Alleyn Goes to Church

  i

  Miss Prentice came in looking, as Henry afterwards told Dinah, as much like an early Christian martyr as her clothes permitted. Alleyn, who had never been able to conquer his proclivity for first impressions, took an instant dislike to her.

  The squire’s manner became nervously proprietary.

  “Well, Eleanor,” he said, “here you are. We’re sorry to bring you down. May I introduce Mr. Alleyn? He’s looking into this business for us.”

  Miss Prentice gave Alleyn a forbearing smile and a hand like a fish. She sat on the only uncomfortable chair in the room.

  “I shall try not to bother you too long,” Alleyn began.

  “It’s only,” said Miss Prentice, in a voice that suggested the presence of Miss Campanula’s body in the room, “it’s only that I hope to go to church at eleven.”

  “It’s a few minutes after ten. I think you’ll have plenty of time.”

  “I’ll drive you down,” said Henry.

  “Thank you, dear, I think I should like to walk.”

  “I’m going, anyway,” said Jocelyn.

  Miss Prentice smiled at him. It was an approving, understanding sort of smile, and Alleyn thought it would have kept him away from church for the rest of his life.

  “Well, Miss Prentice,” he said, “we are trying to see daylight through a mass of strange circumstances. There is no reason why you shouldn’t be told that Miss Campanula was shot by the automatic that is kept in a box in this room.”

  “Oh, Jocelyn!” said Miss Prentice, “how terrible! You know, dear, we have said it wasn’t really quite advisable, haven’t we?”

  “You needn’t go rubbing it in, Eleanor.”

  “Why wasn’t it advisable,” asked Henry. “Had you foreseen, Cousin Eleanor, that somebody might pinch the Colt and rig it up in a piano as a lethal booby-trap?”

  “Henry dear, please! We just said sometimes that perhaps it wasn’t very wise.”

  “Are you employing the editorial or the real ‘we’?”

  Alleyn said, “One minute, please. Before we go any further I think, as a matter of pure police routine, I would like to see your finger, Miss Prentice.”

  “Oh, dear! It’s very painful. I’m afraid — ”

  “If you would rather Dr. Templett unwrapped it— ”

  “Oh, no. No.”

  “If you will allow me, I think I can do a fairly presentable bandage.”

  Miss Prentice raised her eyes to Alleyn’s and a very peculiar expression visited her face, a mixture of archness and submission. She advanced her swathed hand with an air of timidity. He undid the bandage very quickly and lightly and exposed the finger with a somewhat battered stall drawn over a closer bandage. He peeled off the stall and completely unwrapped the finger. It was inflamed, discoloured and swollen.

  “A nasty casualty,” said Alleyn. “You should have it dressed again. Dr. Templett — ”

  “I do not wish Dr. Templett to touch it.”

  “But he could give you fresh bandages and a stall that has not been torn.”

  “I have a first-aid box. Henry, would you mind, dear?”

  Henry was despatched for the first-aid box. Alleyn redressed the finger very deftly. Miss Prentice watched him with a sort of eager concentration, never lowering her gaze from his face.

  “How beautifully you manage,” she said.

  “I hope it will serve. You should have a sling, I fancy. Do you want the old stall?”

  She shook her head. He dropped it in his pocket and was startled when she uttered a little coy murmur of protestation for all the world as if he had taken her finger-stall from some motive of gallantry.

  “You deserve a greater reward,” she said.

  “Lummy!” thought Alleyn in considerable embarrassment. He said, “Miss Prentice, I am trying to get a sort of timetable of everybody’s movements from Friday afternoon until the time of the tragedy. Do you mind telling me where you were on Friday afternoon?”

  “I was in church.”

  “All the afternoon?”

  “Oh, no,” said Eleanor, softly.

  “Between what hours were you there, please?”

  “I arrived at two.”

  “Do you know when the service was over?”

  “It was not a service,” said Miss Prentice with pale forbearance.

  “You were there alone?”

  “It was confession,” said Henry impatiently.

  “Oh, I see.” Alleyn paused. “Was anybody else there besides yourself and — and your confessor?”

  “No. I passed poor Idris on my way out.”

  “When was that?”

  “I think I remember the clock struck hal
f-past two.”

  “Good; And then?”

  “I went home.”

  “Directly?”

  “I took the top lane.”

  “The lane that comes out by the church?”

  “Yes.”

  “Did you pass the parish hall?”

  “Yes.”

  “You didn’t go in?”

  “No.”

  “Was any one there, do you think?”

  “The doors were shut,” said Miss Prentice. “I think the girls only went in for an hour.”

  “Were the keys in their place of concealment on Friday?” asked Alleyn.

  Miss Prentice instantly looked grieved and shocked. Henry grinned broadly and said, “There’s only one key. I don’t know if it was there on Friday. I think it was. Dinah would know about that. Some of the committee worked there on Friday, as Cousin Eleanor says, but none of us. They may have returned the key to the rectory. I only went halfway down.”

  “At what part of the top lane on Friday afternoon did you meet Mr. Henry Jernigham and Miss Copeland, Miss Prentice?”

  Alleyn heard her draw in her breath and saw her turn white. She looked reproachfully at Henry and said:

  “I’m afraid I do not remember.”

  “I do,” said Henry. “It was at the sharp bend above the foot-bridge. You came round the corner from below.”

  She bent her head. Henry looked as if he dared her to speak.

  “There’s something damned unpleasant about this,” thought Alleyn.

  He said, “How long did you spend in conversation with the others before you went on to Pen Cuckoo?”

  An unlovely red stained her cheeks.

  “Not long.”

  “About five minutes, I should think,” said Henry.

  “And you arrived home, when?”

  “I should think at about half-past three. I really don’t know.”

  “Did you go out again on Friday, Miss Prentice?”

  “No,” said Miss Prentice.

  “You were about the house? I’m sorry to worry you like this, but you see I really do want to know exactly what everybody did on Friday.”

  “I was in my room,” she said. “There are two little offices that Father Copeland has given us for use after confession.”

  “Oh, I see,” said Alleyn, in some embarrassment.

  ii

  Alleyn waded on. Miss Prentice’s air of patient martyrdom increased with every question, but he managed to get a good deal of information from her. On Saturday, the day of the performance, she had spent the morning in the parish hall with all the other workers. She left when the others left, and, with Jocelyn and Henry, returned to Pen Cuckoo for lunch. She had not gone out again until the evening but had spent the afternoon in her sitting-room. She remembered waking the squire at tea-time. After tea she returned to her room.

  “During yesterday morning you were all at the hall?” said Alleyn. “Who got there first?”

  “Dinah Copeland, I should think,” said Jocelyn promptly. “She was there when we arrived. She was always the first.”

  Alleyn made a note of it and went on, “Did any of you notice the position and appearance of the piano?”

  They all looked very solemn at the mention of the piano.

  “I think I did,” said Miss Prentice in a low voice. “It was as it was for the performance. The girls had evidently arranged the drapery and pot-plants on Friday. I looked at it rather particularly as I was — I was to play it.”

  “Good Lord!” ejaculated the squire, “you were strumming on the damned thing. I remember now.”

  “Jocelyn, dear, please! I did just touch the keys, I believe, with my right hand. Not my left,” said Miss Prentice with her most patient smile.

  “This was yesterday morning, wasn’t it?” said Alleyn. “Now, please, Miss Prentice, try to remember. Did you use the soft pedal at all when you tried the piano?”

  “Oh, dear, now I wonder. Let me see. I did sit down for a moment. I expect I did use the soft pedal. I always think soft playing is so much nicer. Yes, I should think almost without doubt I used the soft pedal.”

  “Was anybody by the piano at the time?” asked Alleyn.

  Miss Prentice turned a reproachful gaze on him.

  “Idris,” she whispered. “Miss Campanula.”

  “Here, wait a bit,” shouted Jocelyn. “I’ve remembered the whole thing. Eleanor, you sat down and strummed about with your right hand and she came up and asked you why you didn’t try with your left to see how it worked.”

  “So she did,” said Henry, softly. “And so, of course, she would.”

  “And you got up and went away,” said the squire. “Old Camp — well, Idris Campanula — gave a sort of laugh and dumped herself down and — ”

  “And away went the Prelude!” cried Henry. “You’re quite right, Father. ‘Pom. Pom! POM!! And then down with the soft pedal. That’s it, sir,” he added, turning to Alleyn. “I watched her. I’ll swear it.”

  “Right,” said Alleyn. “We’re getting on. This was yesterday morning. At what time?”

  “Just before we packed up,” said Henry. “About midday.”

  “And — I know I’ve been over this before, but it’s important — you all left together?”

  “Yes,” said Henry. “We three drove off in the car. I remember that I heard Dinah slam the back door just as we started. They were all out by then.”

  “And none of you returned until the evening? I see. When you arrived at a quarter to seven you found Miss Copeland there.”

  “Yes,” said Jocelyn.

  “Where was she?”

  “On the stage with her father, putting flowers in vases.”

  “Was the curtain down?”

  “Yes.”

  “What did you all do?”

  “I went to my dressing-room,” said the squire.

  “I stayed in the supper-room and talked to Dinah,” said Henry. “Her father was on the stage. After a minute or two I went to my dressing-room.”

  “Here!” ejaculated Jocelyn, and glared at Miss Prentice.

  “What, dear?”

  “Those girls were giggling about in front of the hall: I wonder if any of them got up to any hanky-panky with the piano.”

  “Oh, my dear Father!” said Henry.

  “They were strictly forbidden to touch the instrument,” said Miss Prentice. “Ever since Cissie Drury did such damage.”

  “How long was it before the others arrived? Dr. Templett and Mrs. Ross?” asked Alleyn.

  “They didn’t get down until half-past seven,” said Henry. “Dinah was in a frightful stew and so were we all. She rang up Mrs. Ross’s cottage in the end. It took ages to get through. The hall telephone’s an extension from the rectory and we rang for a long time before anybody at the rectory answered and at last, when it was connected with Mrs. Ross’s house, there was no reply, so we knew she’d left.”

  “She came with Dr. Templett?”

  “Oh, yes,” murmured Miss Prentice.

  “The telephone is in your dressing-room, isn’t it, Mr. Jernigham?”

  “Mine and Henry’s. We shared. We were all there round the telephone.”

  “Yes.” said Alleyn. He looked from one face to another. Into the quiet room there dropped the Sunday morning sound of chiming bells. Miss Prentice rose.

  “Thank you so much,” said Alleyn. “I think I’ve got a general idea of the two days now. On Friday afternoon Miss Prentice went to church, Mr. Jernigham hunted, Mr. Henry Jernigham went for a walk. On her return from church, Miss Prentice met Mr. Henry Jernigham and Miss Copeland, who had themselves met by chance in the top lane. That was at about three. Mr. Henry Jernigham returned home by a circuitous route, Miss Prentice by the top lane. Miss Prentice went to her room. At five you had your rehearsal for words in this room, and everybody saw the automatic. You all three dined at home and remained at home. It was also on Friday afternoon that some helpers worked for about an hour at the hall, but apparen
tly they had finished at two-thirty when Miss Prentice passed that way. On Saturday (yesterday) morning Dr. Templett and Mrs. Ross called here for the tie. You all went down to the hall and you, sir, drove to Great Chipping. You all returned for lunch. By this time the piano was in position with the drapery and aspidistras on top. In the afternoon Mr. Henry Jernigham walked up Cloudyfold and back. As far as we know, only Dr. Templett and Mrs. Ross visited the hall yesterday afternoon. At a quarter to seven you all arrived there for the performance.”

  “Masterly, sir,” said Henry.

  “Oh, I’ve written it all down,” said Alleyn. “My memory’s hopeless.”

  “What about your music, Miss Prentice? When did you put it on the piano?”

  “Oh, on Saturday morning, of course.”

  “I see. You had it here until then?”

  “Oh, no,” said Miss Prentice. “Not here, you know.”

  “Then, where?”

  “In the hall, naturally.”

  “It lives in the hall?”

  “Oh, no,” she said, opening her eyes very wide, “why should it?”

  “I’m sure I don’t know. When did you take it to the hall?”

  “On Thursday night for the dress-rehearsal. Of course.”

  “I see. You played for the dress-rehearsal?”

  “Oh, no.”

  “For the love of heaven!” ejaculated Jocelyn. “Why the dickens can’t you come to the point, Eleanor. She wanted to play on Thursday night but her finger was like a bad sausage,” he explained to Alleyn.

  Miss Prentice gave Alleyn her martyred smile, shook her head slightly at the bandaged finger, and looked restlessly at the clock.

  “H’m,” she said unhappily.

  “Well,” said Alleyn. “The music was in the hall from Thursday onwards and you put it in the rack yesterday morning. And none of you went into the hall before the show last night. Good.”

  Miss Prentice said, “Well — I think I shall just— Jocelyn, dear, that’s the first bell, isn’t it?”

  “I’m sorry,” said Alleyn, “but I should like, if I may, to have a word with you, Miss Prentice. Perhaps you will let me drive you down. Or if not — ”

  “Oh,” said Miss Prentice, looking very flurried, “thank you. I think I should prefer — I’m afraid I really can’t — ”