They do it with mirrors - Agatha Christie [28]
Carrie Louise stopped on the threshold. Christian Gulbrandsen had been sitting at the big mahogany desk with a small portable typewriter open in front of him. He sat there now, but slumped sideways in the chair. The high arms of the chair prevented him from slipping to the floor.
Lewis Serrocold was standing by the window. He had pulled the curtain a little aside and was gazing out into the night.
He looked round and frowned.
‘My dearest, you shouldn’t have come.’
He came towards her and she stretched out a hand to him. Miss Marple retreated a step or two.
‘Oh yes, Lewis. I had to — see him. One has to know just exactly how things are.’
She walked slowly towards the desk.
Lewis said warningly:
‘You mustn’t touch anything. The police must have things left exactly as we found them.’
‘Of course. He was shot deliberately by someone, then?’
‘Oh yes.’ Lewis Serrocold looked a little surprised that the question had even been asked. ‘I thought — you knew that?’
‘I did really. Christian would not commit suicide, and he was such a competent person that it could not possibly have been an accident. That only leaves’ — she hesitated a moment — ‘murder.’
She walked up behind the desk and stood looking down at the dead man. There was sorrow and affection in her face.
‘Dear Christian,’ she said. ‘He was always good to me.’
Softly, she touched the top of his head with her fingers.
‘Bless you and thank you, dear Christian,’ she said.
Lewis Serrocold said with something more like emotion than Miss Marple had ever seen in him before:
‘I wish to God I could have spared you this, Caroline.’
His wife shook her head gently.
‘You can’t really spare anyone anything,’ she said. ‘Things always have to be faced sooner or later. And therefore it had better be sooner. I’ll go and lie down now. I suppose you’ll stay here, Lewis, until the police come?’
‘Yes.’
Carrie Louise turned away and Miss Marple slipped an arm round her.
Chapter 9
I
Inspector Curry and his entourage found Miss Bellever alone in the Great Hall when they arrived.
She came forward efficiently.
‘I am Juliet Bellever, companion and secretary to Mrs Serrocold.’
‘It was you who found the body and telephoned to us?’
‘Yes. Most of the household are in the library — through that door there. Mr Serrocold remained in Mr Gulbrandsen’s room to see that nothing was disturbed. Dr Maverick, who first examined the body, will be here very shortly. He had to take a — case over to the other wing. Shall I lead the way?’
‘If you please.’
‘Competent woman,’ thought the Inspector to himself. ‘Seems to have got the whole thing taped.’
He followed her along the corridor.
For the next twenty minutes the routine of police procedure was duly set in motion. The photographer took the necessary pictures. The police surgeon arrived and was joined by Dr Maverick. Half an hour later, the ambulance had taken away the mortal remains of Christian Gulbrandsen, and Inspector Curry started his official interrogation.
Lewis Serrocold took him into the library, and he glanced keenly round the assembled people, making brief notes in his mind. An old lady with white hair, a middle-aged lady, the good looking girl he’d seen driving her car round the countryside, that sulky looking American husband of hers. A couple of young men who were mixed up in the outfit somewhere or other and the capable woman, Miss Bellever, who’d phoned him and met him on arrival.
Inspector Curry had already thought out a little speech and he now delivered it as planned.
‘I’m afraid this is all very upsetting to you,’ he said, ‘and I hope not to keep you too long this evening. We can go into things more thoroughly tomorrow. It was Miss Bellever who found Mr Gulbrandsen dead, and I’ll ask Miss Bellever to give