Getting Away with Murder?
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‘Not bad!’ Robin admitted. ‘It would fit with most of the known facts, but I regret to say that you have left one gaping hole in it. It does nothing to explain why Verity was murdered.’
‘Oh well, of course,’ I said, aware that this part of my reconstruction still required a little polishing, ‘I should have thought that was self-evident. Obviously, the money was running out and Louisa had reverted to old habits and contacted former friends. Hence the fire at Heavenly Towers. Somehow Verity got wind of what lay behind that and was threatening to make a nuisance of herself. Something like that, anyway. That curious remark Louisa made this morning, when she brought our breakfast trolley up, finally convinced me. She said something about the murderer returning to the scene to look for his hat and gloves, almost as though she were picturing it in her mind, although, as far as I know, we’re the only three people, apart from the police, who know about the gloves.’
Neither of them looked over-impressed by this explanation, but luckily I was saved by the bell. The telephone rang and Toby, who would be happier if it had never been invented, requested me to go to the hall and answer it.
‘I’ll go,’ Robin said, ‘I’m expecting a call.’
He was out for nearly ten minutes and when he returned he said:
‘They’ve found Louisa. She hadn’t got very far.’
‘Where?’
‘About three miles away. Hanging from a branch in the woods. They think she must have stood up on the saddle to reach it. The horse was unharmed. It had started to come home on its own, but someone managed to catch it before it strayed on to the road.’
‘So I was right?’
‘It would appear so. For what it’s worth, Jake swears that he knew nothing about it, until a few days ago, when the Godstow fire set him thinking. In Wilkins’s opinion, he was finding it all too easy by then to believe the worst of her because the marriage was cracking up, anyway.’
‘Oh, why was that?’
‘Because she was becoming increasingly obsessed, to the exclusion of everything else, by her folies de grandeur. She would have sacrificed everything and worked them both into the ground rather than give up Mattingly Grange, and he was sick to death of it. He’d been much happier with his saloon bar and bijou restaurant at the Weston Arms. Furthermore, a new element had entered his life and that’s where you made your glaring mistake. It ought to teach you never to look for a complicated solution, in preference to the obvious one.’
‘What ought to teach me?’
‘You were right the first time. He had fallen in love with Verity. How far she reciprocated these feelings is not known, perhaps not quite so fervently once she had seen Jimmie again, but Jake had already told Louisa that he was leaving her and wanted a divorce. That did it, of course. She’d have known that she hadn’t a hope of keeping the place going without him and all her life’s dream would have turned to ashes.’
‘So Verity had condemned herself to death, just like Pauline?’
‘It could never be proven, I daresay, but that’s what Jake believes and he maintains that he’d made it clear to Louisa last night that he had no intention of standing by her. She could have six clear hours to get away and then he would go to the police. So there it is and only the last big question remains.’
‘Which one is that?’ Toby asked.
‘After we’ve collected our belongings from Numbers Two and Three tomorrow morning, where shall we spend the rest of our holiday?’
‘And with an extra three hundred pounds to squander!’ I reminded him, ‘Mr Symington having turned out to be a goodie, after all. It is going to need some thought.’
‘Although, if you were to take my advice, which you all too rarely do, you would stay at home and spend your money on some new curtains or improving books. Wouldn’t you imagine, Robin, that even Tessa has had enough turmoil and tragedy to keep her going for a week or two?’
‘You shouldn’t bank on it and I certainly shan’t. I’m another who means to take a leaf from Mr God’s bible and in future I shall only bet on certainties.’
T H E E N D
Felicity Shaw
The detective novels of Anne Morice seem rather to reflect the actual life and background of the author, whose full married name was Felicity Anne Morice Worthington Shaw. Felicity was born in the county of Kent on February 18, 1916, one of four daughters of Harry Edward Worthington, a well-loved village doctor, and his pretty young wife, Muriel Rose Morice. Seemingly this is an unexceptional provenance for an English mystery writer—yet in fact Felicity’s complicated ancestry was like something out of a classic English mystery, with several cases of children born on the wrong side of the blanket to prominent sires and their humbly born paramours. Her mother Muriel Rose was the natural daughter of dressmaker Rebecca Garnett Gould and Charles John Morice, a Harrow graduate and footballer who played in the 1872 England/Scotland match. Doffing his football kit after this triumph, Charles became a stockbroker like his father, his brothers and his nephew Percy John de Paravicini, son of Baron James Prior de Paravicini and Charles’ only surviving sister, Valentina Antoinette Sampayo Morice. (Of Scottish mercantile origin, the Morices had extensive Portuguese business connections.) Charles also found time, when not playing the fields of sport or commerce, to father a pair of out-of-wedlock children with a coachman’s daughter, Clementina Frances Turvey, whom he would later marry.
Her mother having passed away when she was only four years old, Muriel Rose was raised by her half-sister Kitty, who had wed a commercial traveler, at the village of Birchington-on-Sea, Kent, near the city of Margate. There she met kindly local doctor Harry Worthington when he treated her during a local measles outbreak. The case of measles led to marriage between the physician and his patient, with the couple wedding in 1904, when Harry was thirty-six and Muriel Rose but twenty-two. Together Harry and Muriel Rose had a daughter, Elizabeth, in 1906. However Muriel Rose’s three later daughters—Angela, Felicity and Yvonne—were fathered by another man, London playwright Frederick Leonard Lonsdale, the author of such popular stage works (many of them adapted as films) as On Approval and The Last of Mrs. Cheyney as well as being the most steady of Muriel Rose’s many lovers.
Unfortunately for Muriel Rose, Lonsdale’s interest in her evaporated as his stage success mounted. The playwright proposed pensioning off his discarded mistress with an annual stipend of one hundred pounds apiece for each of his natural daughters, provided that he and Muriel Rose never met again. The offer was accepted, although Muriel Rose, a woman of golden flights and fancies who romantically went by the name Lucy Glitters (she told her daughters that her father had christened her with this appellation on account of his having won a bet on a horse by that name on the day she was born), never got over the rejection. Meanwhile, “poor Dr. Worthington” as he was now known, had come down with Parkinson’s Disease and he was packed off with a nurse to a cottage while “Lucy Glitters,” now in straitened financial circumstances by her standards, moved with her daughters to a maisonette above a cake shop in Belgravia, London, in a bid to get the girls established. Felicity’s older sister Angela went into acting for a profession, and her mother’s theatrical ambition for her daughter is said to have been the inspiration for Noel Coward’s amusingly imploring 1935 hit song “Don’t Put Your Daughter on the Stage, Mrs. Worthington.” Angela’s greatest contribution to the cause of thespianism by far came when she married actor and theatrical agent Robin Fox, with whom she produced England’s Fox acting dynasty, including her sons Edward and James and grandchildren Laurence, Jack, Emilia and Freddie.
Felicity meanwhile went to work in the office of the GPO Film Unit, a subdivision of the United Kingdom’s General Post Office established in 1933 to produce documentary films. Her daughter Mary Premila Boseman has written that it was at the GPO Film Unit that the “pretty and fashionably slim” Felicity met documentarian Alexander Shaw—“good looking, strong featured, dark haired and with strange brown eyes between yellow and green”—and t
old herself “that’s the man I’m going to marry,” which she did. During the Thirties and Forties Alex produced and/or directed over a score of prestige documentaries, including Tank Patrol, Our Country (introduced by actor Burgess Meredith) and Penicillin. After World War Two Alex worked with the United Nations agencies UNESCO and UNRWA and he and Felicity and their three children resided in developing nations all around the world. Felicity’s daughter Mary recalls that Felicity “set up house in most of these places adapting to each circumstance. Furniture and curtains and so on were made of local materials. . . . The only possession that followed us everywhere from England was the box of Christmas decorations, practically heirlooms, fragile and attractive and unbroken throughout. In Wad Medani in the Sudan they hung on a thorn bush and looked charming.”
It was during these years that Felicity began writing fiction, eventually publishing two fine mainstream novels, The Happy Exiles (1956) and Sun-Trap (1958). The former novel, a lightly satirical comedy of manners about British and American expatriates in an unnamed British colony during the dying days of the Empire, received particularly good reviews and was published in both the United Kingdom and the United States, but after a nasty bout with malaria and the death, back in England, of her mother Lucy Glitters, Felicity put writing aside for more than a decade, until under her pseudonym Anne Morice, drawn from her two middle names, she successfully launched her Tessa Crichton mystery series in 1970. “From the royalties of these books,” notes Mary Premila Boseman, “she was able to buy a house in Hambleden, near Henley-on-Thames; this was the first of our houses that wasn’t rented.” Felicity spent a great deal more time in the home country during the last two decades of her life, gardening and cooking for friends (though she herself when alone subsisted on a diet of black coffee and watercress) and industriously spinning her tales of genteel English murder in locales much like that in which she now resided. Sometimes she joined Alex in his overseas travels to different places, including Washington, D.C., which she wrote about with characteristic wryness in her 1977 detective novel Murder with Mimicry (“a nice lively book saturated with show business,” pronounced the New York Times Book Review). Felicity Shaw lived a full life of richly varied experiences, which are rewardingly reflected in her books, the last of which was published posthumously in 1990, a year after her death at the age of seventy-three on May 18th, 1989.
Curtis Evans
About The Author
Anne Morice, née Felicity Shaw, was born in Kent in 1916.
Her mother Muriel Rose was the natural daughter of Rebecca Gould and Charles Morice. Muriel Rose married a Kentish doctor, and they had a daughter, Elizabeth. Muriel Rose’s three later daughters—Angela, Felicity and Yvonne—were fathered by playwright Frederick Lonsdale.
Felicity’s older sister Angela became an actress, married actor and theatrical agent Robin Fox, and produced England’s Fox acting dynasty, including her sons Edward and James and grandchildren Laurence, Jack, Emilia and Freddie.
Felicity went to work in the office of the GPO Film Unit. There Felicity met and married documentarian Alexander Shaw. They had three children and lived in various countries.
Felicity wrote two well-received novels in the 1950’s, but did not publish again until successfully launching her Tessa Crichton mystery series in 1970, buying a house in Hambleden, near Henley-on-Thames, on the proceeds. Her last novel was published a year after her death at the age of seventy-three on May 18th, 1989.
By Anne Morice
and available from Dean Street Press
1. Death in the Grand Manor (1970)
2. Murder in Married Life (1971)
3. Death of a Gay Dog (1971)
4. Murder on French Leave (1972)
5. Death and the Dutiful Daughter (1973)
6. Death of a Heavenly Twin (1974)
7. Killing with Kindness (1974)
8. Nursery Tea and Poison (1975)
9. Death of a Wedding Guest (1976)
10. Murder in Mimicry (1977)
11. Scared to Death (1977)
12. Murder by Proxy (1978)
13. Murder in Outline (1979)
14. Death in the Round (1980)
15. The Men in her Death (1981)
16. Hollow Vengeance (1982)
17. Sleep of Death (1982)
18. Murder Post-Dated (1983)
19. Getting Away with Murder? (1984)
20. Dead on Cue (1985)
Published by Dean Street Press 2021
Copyright © 1984 Anne Morice
Introduction copyright © 2021 Curtis Evans
All Rights Reserved
First published in 1984 by Macmillan
Cover by DSP
ISBN 978 1 914150 28 9
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