The Mirror Crack'd - Agatha Christie [56]
‘Well, it seems rather odd. The secretary woman was dialling from the public call box in the road. She took the trouble to explain to me quite unnecessarily that she was doing so because the line at Gossington Hall was out of order. But I’ve rung up there, and it isn’t…’
She paused, and waited for intelligence to pronounce.
‘Indeed,’ said Miss Marple thoughtfully. ‘Interesting.’
‘For what reason, do you think?’
‘Well, clearly, she didn’t want to be overheard —’
‘Exactly.’
‘And there might be quite a number of reasons for that.’
‘Yes.’
‘Interesting,’ said Miss Marple again.
II
Nobody could have been more ready to talk than Donald McNeil. He was an amiable red-headed young man. He greeted Dermot Craddock with pleasure and curiosity.
‘How are you getting along,’ he asked cheerfully, ‘got any little special tit-bit for me?’
‘Not as yet. Later perhaps.’
‘Stalling as usual. You’re all the same. Affable oysters! Haven’t you come to the stage yet of inviting someone to come and “assist you in your inquiries”?’
‘I’ve come to you,’ said Dermot Craddock with a grin.
‘Is there a nasty double entendre in that remark? Are you really suspicious that I murdered Heather Badcock and do you think I did it in mistake for Marina Gregg or that I meant to murder Heather Badcock and do you think I did it in mistake for Marina Gregg or that I meant to murder Heather Badcock all the time?’
‘I haven’t suggested anything,’ said Craddock.
‘No, no, you wouldn’t do that, would you? You’d be very correct. All right. Let’s go into it. I was there. I had opportunity but had I any motive? Ah, that’s what you’d like to know. What was my motive?’
‘I haven’t been able to find one so far,’ said Craddock.
‘That’s very gratifying. I feel safer.’
‘I’m just interested in what you may have seen that day.’
‘You’ve had that already. The local police had that straight away. It’s humiliating. There I was on the scene of a murder. I practically saw the murder committed, must have done, and yet I’ve no idea who did it. I’m ashamed to confess that the first I knew about it was seeing the poor, dear woman sitting on a chair gasping for breath and then pegging out. Of course it made a very good eye-witness account. It was a good scoop for me — and all that. But I’ll confess to you that I feel humiliated that I don’t know more. I ought to know more. And you can’t kid me that the dose was meant for Heather Badcock. She was a nice woman who talked too much, but nobody gets murdered for that — unless of course they give away secrets. But I don’t think anybody would ever have told Heather Badcock a secret. She wasn’t the kind of woman who’d have been interested in other people’s secrets. My view of her is of a woman who invariably talked about herself.’
‘That seems to be the generally accepted view,’ agreed Craddock.
‘So we come to the famous Marina Gregg. I’m sure there are lots of wonderful motives for murdering Marina. Envy and jealousy and love tangles — all the stuff of drama. But who did it? Someone with a screw loose, I presume. There! You’ve had my valuable opinion. Is that what you wanted?’
‘Not that alone. I understand that you arrived and came up the stairs about the same time as the vicar and the mayor.’
‘Quite correct. But that wasn’t the first time I’d arrived. I’d been there earlier.’
‘I didn’t know that.’
‘Yes. I was on a kind of roving commission, you know, going here and there. I had a photographer with me. I’d gone down to take a few local shots of the mayor arriving and throwing a hoopla and putting in a peg for buried treasure and that kind of thing. Then I went back up again, not so much on the job as to get a drink or two. The drink was good.’
‘I see. Now can you remember who else was on the staircase when you went up?’
‘Margot Bence from London was there with her camera.’
‘You know her well?’
‘Oh I just run against her quite often. She’s a clever girl, who makes a success of her stuff. She takes all the fashionable things — First Nights, Gala Performances — specializes in photographs from unusual angles.