Agatha Christie - The Mirror Crack'd from Side to Side

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'Chief-Inspector God Almighty Craddock!' she said to herself. 'I'm twice as good as he is at the job. Variations on the theme off "Fly, all is discovered!"'

She pictured to herself with a good deal of pleasure the reactions recently suffered by the person at the other end of the line. That faint menacing whisper coming through the receiver. 'I saw you…'

She laughed silently, the corners of her mouth curving up in a feline cruel line. A student of psychology might have watched her with some interest. Never until the last few days had she had this feeling of power. She was hardly aware herself of how much the heady intoxication of it affected her…

She passed the East Lodge and Mrs Bantry, busy as usual in the garden, waved a hand to her.

'Damn that old woman,' thought Ella. She could feel Mrs Bantry's eyes following her as she walked up the drive.

A phrase came into her head for no particular reason. The pitcher goes to the well once too often…

Nonsense. Nobody could suspect that it was she who had whispered those menacing words…

She sneezed.

'Damn this hay-fever,' said Ella Zielinsky.

When she came into her office, Jason Rudd was standing by the window.

He wheeled round.

'I couldn't think where you were.'

'I had to go and speak to the gardener. There were -' she broke off as she caught sight of his face.

She asked sharply: 'What is it?'

His eyes seemed set deeper in his face than ever. All the gaiety of the clown was gone. This was a man under strain. She had seen him under strain before but never looking like this.

She said again: 'What is it?'

He held a sheet of paper out to her. 'It's the analysis of that coffee. The coffee that Marina complained about and wouldn't drink.'

'You sent it to be analysed?' She was startled. 'But you poured it away down the sink. I saw you.'

His wide mouth curled up in a smile. 'I'm pretty good at sleight of hand, Ella,' he said. 'You didn't know that, did you? Yes, I poured most of it away but I kept a little and I took it along to be analysed.'

She looked down at the paper in her hand.

'Arsenic.' She sounded incredulous.

'Yes, arsenic.'

'So Marina was right about it tasting bitter?'

'She wasn't right about that. Arsenic has no taste. But her instinct was quite right.'

'And we thought she was just being hysterical!'

'She is hysterical! Who wouldn't be? She has a woman drop dead at her feet practically. She gets threatening notes – one after another – there's not been anything today, has there?'

Ella shook her head.

'Who plants the damned things? Oh well, I suppose it's easy enough – all these open windows. Anyone could slip in.'

'You mean we ought to keep the house barred and locked? But it's such hot weather. There's a man posted in the grounds, after all.'

'Yes, and I don't want to frighten her more than she's frightened already. Threatening notes don't matter two hoots. But arsenic, Ella, arsenic's different…'

'Nobody could tamper with food here in the house.'

'Couldn't they, Ella? Couldn't they?'

'Not without being seen. No unauthorized person -'

He interrupted.

'People will do things for money, Ella.'

'Hardly murder!'

'Even that. And they mightn't realize it was murder… The servants…'

'I'm sure the servants are all right.'

'Giuseppe now. I doubt if I'd trust Giuseppe very far if it came to the question of money… He's been with us some time, of course, but -'

'Must you torture yourself like this, Jason?'

He flung himself down in the chair. He leaned forward, his long arms hanging down between his knees.

'What to do?' he said slowly and softly. 'My God, what to do?'

Ella did not speak. She sat there watching him.

'She was happy here,' said Jason. He was speaking more to himself than to Ella. He stared down between his knees at the carpet. If he had looked up, the expression on her face might perhaps have surprised him.

'She was happy,' he said again. 'She hoped to be happy and she was happy. She was saying so that day, the day Mrs What's-her-name-'

'Bantry?'

'Yes. The day Mrs Bantry came to tea. She said it was "so peaceful." She said that at last she'd found a place where she could settle down and be happy and feel secure. My goodness, secure!'

'Happy ever after?' Ella's voice held a slight tone of irony. Yes, put like that, it sounds just like a fairy story.'

'At any rate she believed it.'

'But you didn't,' said Ella. 'You never thought it would be like that?'

Jason Rudd smiled. 'No. I didn't go the whole hog. But I did think that for a while, a year – two years – there might be a period of calm and content. It might have made a new woman of her. It might have given her confidence in herself. She can be happy, you know. When she is happy she's like a child. Just like a child. And now – this had to happen to her.'

Ella moved restlessly. 'Things have to happen to all of us,' she said brusquely. 'That's the way life is. You just have to take it. Some of us can, some of us can't. She's the kind that can't.'

She sneezed.

'Your hay-fever bad again?'

'Yes. By the way, Giuseppe's gone to London.'

Jason looked faintly surprised.

'To London? Why?'

'Some kind of family trouble. He's got relations in Soho, and one of them's desperately ill. He went to Marina about it and she said it was all right, so I gave him the day off. He'll be back sometime tonight. You don't mind do you?'

'No,' said Jason, 'I don't mind…'

He got up and walked up and down.

'If I could take her away… now… at once.'

'Scrap the picture? But just think.'

His voice rose.

'I can't think of anything but Marina. Don't you understand? She's in danger. That's all I can think about.'

She opened her mouth impulsively, then closed it.

She gave another muffled sneeze and rose.

'I'd better get my atomizer.'

She left the room and went to her bedroom, a word echoing in her mind.

Marina… Marina… Marina… Always Marina…

Fury rose up in her. She stilled it. She went into the bathroom and picked up the spray she used.

She inserted the nozzle into one nostril and squeezed.

The warning came a second too late… Her brain recognized the unfamiliar odour of bitter almonds… but not in time to paralyse the squeezing fingers…

Chapter 18

I

Frank Cornish replaced the receiver.

'Miss Brewster is out of London for the day,' he announced.

'Is she now?' said Craddock.

'Do you think she -'

'I don't know. I shouldn't think so, but I don't know. Ardwyck Fenn?'

'Out. I left word for him to ring you. And Margot Bence, Personality Photographer, has got an assignment somewhere in the country. Her pansy partner didn't know where – or said he didn't. And the butler's hooked it to London.'

'I wonder,' said Craddock thoughtfully, 'if the butler has hooked it for good. I always suspect dying relatives. Why was he suddenly anxious to go to London today?'

'He could have put the cyanide in the atomizer easily enough before he left.'

'Anybody could.'

'But I think he's indicated. It could hardly be someone from outside.'

'Oh, yes, it could. You'd have to judge your moment. You could leave a car in one of the side drives, wait until everyone is in the dining-room, say, and slip in through a window and upstairs. The shrubberies come close up to the house.'

'Damn' risky.'

'This murderer doesn't mind taking risks, you know. That's been apparent all along.'

'We've had a man on duty in the grounds.'

'I know. One man wasn't enough. So long as it was a question of these anonymous letters I didn't feel so much urgency. Marina Gregg herself is being well guarded. It never occurred to me that anyone else was in danger. I -'

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