At Bertram's Hotel - Agatha Christie [82]
“After the Bedhampton train robbery at least four vehicles were concerned before the loot arrived in London. A racing car driven by Malinowski took part in it, a false Metal Box lorry, an old-fashioned Daimler with an admiral in it, and an old clergyman with a thatch of white hair in a Morris Oxford. The whole thing was a splendid operation, beautifully planned.
“And then one day the gang had a bit of bad luck. That muddle-headed old ecclesiastic, Canon Pennyfather, went off to catch his plane on the wrong day, they turned him away from the air station, he wandered out into Cromwell Road, went to a film, arrived back here after midnight, came up to his room, of which he had the key in his pocket, opened the door, and walked in to get the shock of his life when he saw what appeared to be himself sitting in a chair facing him! The last thing the gang expected was to see the real Canon Pennyfather, supposed to be safely in Lucerne, walk in! His double was just getting ready to start off to play his part at Bedhampton when in walked the real man. They didn’t know what to do but there was a quick reflex action from one member of the party. Humfries, I suspect. He hit the old man on the head, and he went down unconscious. Somebody, I think, was angry over that. Very angry. However, they examined the old boy, decided he was only knocked out, and would probably come round later and they went on with their plans. The false Canon Pennyfather left his room, went out of the hotel and drove to the scene of activities where he was to play his part in the relay race. What they did with the real Canon Pennyfather I don’t know. I can only guess. I presume he too was moved later that night, driven down in a car, taken to the market gardener’s cottage which was at a spot not too far from where the train was to be held up and where a doctor could attend to him. Then, if reports came through about Canon Pennyfather having been seen in the neighbourhood, it would all fit in. It must have been an anxious moment for all concerned until he regained consciousness and they found that at least three days had been knocked out of his remembrance.”
“Would they have killed him otherwise?” asked Miss Marple.
“No,” said Father. “I don’t think they would have killed him. Someone wouldn’t have let that happen. It had seemed very clear all along that whoever ran this show had an objection to murder.”
“It sounds fantastic,” said Bess Sedgwick. “Utterly fantastic! And I don’t believe you have any evidence whatever to link Ladislaus Malinowski with this rigmarole.”
“I’ve got plenty of evidence against Ladislaus Malinowski,” said Father. “He’s careless, you know. He hung around here when he shouldn’t have. On the first occasion he came to establish connection with your daughter. They had a code arranged.”
“Nonsense. She told you herself that she didn’t know him.”
“She may have told me that but it wasn’t true. She’s in love with him. She wants the fellow to marry her.”
“I don’t believe it!”
“You’re not in a position to know,” Chief-Inspector Davy pointed out. “Malinowski isn’t the sort of person who tells all his secrets and your daughter you don’t know at all. You admitted as much. You were angry, weren’t you, when you found out Malinowski had come to Bertram’s Hotel.”
“Why should I be angry?”
“Because you’re the brains of the show,” said Father. “You and Henry. The financial side was run by the Hoffman brothers. They made all the arrangements with the Continental banks and accounts and that sort of thing, but the boss of the syndicate, the brains that run it, and plan it, are your brains, Lady Sedgwick.”
Bess looked at him and laughed. “I never heard anything so ridiculous!” she said.
“Oh no, it’s not ridiculous at all. You’ve got brains, courage and daring. You’ve tried most things; you thought you