Agatha Christie - They Do It With Mirrors

Maybe they're right. I'm not their kind. But if you think I'm staying on here, kicking my heels, and doing odd jobs in what I consider is just a crazy set-up - well, think again! I want to live in my own country, doing the kind of job I want to do, and can do. My idea of a wife is the kind of wife who used to go along with the old pioneers, ready for anything, hardship, unfamiliar country, danger, strange surroundings… Perhaps that's too much to ask of you, but it's that or nothing! Maybe I hustled you into marriage. If so, you'd better get free of me and start again.

It's up to you. If you prefer one of these arty boys - it's your life and you've got to choose. But I'm going home.'

'I think you're an absolute pig,' said Gina. 'I'm enjoying myself here.'

'Is that so? Well, I'm not. You even enjoy murder, I suppose?'

Gina drew in her breath sharply.

'That's a cruel wicked thing to say. I was very fond of Uncle Christian. And don't you realize that someone has been quietly poisoning Grandam for months? It's horrible?

'I told you I didn't like it here. I don't like the kind of things that go on. I'm quitting.'

'If you're allowed to! Don't you realize you'll probably be arrested for Uncle Christian's murder? I hate the way Inspector Curry looks at you. He's just like a cat watching a mouse with a nasty sharp-clawed paw all ready to pounce. Just because you were out of the Hall fixing those lights, and because you're not English, I'm sure they'll go fastening it on you.'

'They'll need some evidence first.' Gina wailed: 'I'm frightened for you, Wally. I've been frightened all along.'

'No good being scared. I tell you they've got nothing on me!' They walked in silence towards the house.

Gina said: 'I don't believe you really want me to come back to America with you…' Walter Hudd did not answer.

Gina Hudd turned on him and stamped her foot.

'I hate you. I hate you. You are horrible - a beast - a cruel unfeeling beast. After all I've tried to do for you!

You want to be rid of me. You don't care if you never see me again. Well, I don't care if I never seeyou again! I was a stupid little fool ever to marry you, and I shall get a divorce as soon as possible, and I shall marry Stephen or Alexis and be much happier than I ever could be with you. And I hope you go back to the States and marry some horrible girl who makes you really miserable?

'Fine!' said Wally. 'Now we know where we are?

Miss Marple saw Gina and Wally go into the house together.

She was standing at the spot where Inspector Curry had made his experiment with Constable Dodgett earlier in the afternoon.

Miss Bellever's voice behind her made her jump.

'You'll get a chill, Miss Marple, standing about like that after the sun's gone down.'

Miss Marple fell meekly into step with her and they walked briskly through the house.

'I was thinking about conjuring tricks,' said Miss Marple. 'So difficult when you're watching them to see how they're done, and yet, once they are explained, so absurdly simple. (Although, even now, I can't imagine how conjurers produce bowls of goldfish!) Did you ever see the Lady who is Sawn in Half- such a thrilling trick.

It fascinated me when I was eleven years old, I remember. And I never could think how it was done. But the other day there was an article in some paper giving the whole thing away. I don't think a newspaper should do that, do you? It seems it's not one girl - but two. The head of one and the feet of the other. You think it's one girl and it's really two - and the other way round would work equally well, wouldn't it?'

Miss Bellever looked at her with faint surprise.

Miss Marple was not often so fluffy and incoherent as this. 'It's all been too much for the old lady,' she thought.

'When you only look at one side of a thing, you only see one side,' continued Miss Marple. 'But everything fits in perfectly well if you can only make up your mind what is reality and what is illusion.' She added abruptly, 'Is Carrie Louise - all right?'

'Yes,' said Miss Bellever. 'She's all right, but it must have been a shock, you know - finding out that someone wanted to kill her. I mean particularly a shock to her, because she doesn't understand violence.'

'Carrie Louise understands some things that we don't,' said Miss Marple thoughtfully. 'She always has.'

'I know what you mean - but she doesn't live in the real world.'

'Doesn't she?' Miss Bellever looked at her in surprise.

'There never was a more unworldly person than Cara '

'You don't think that perhaps -' Miss Marple broke off, as Edgar Lawson passed them, swinging along at a great pace. He gave a kind of shamefaced nod, but averted his face as he passed.

'I've remembered now who he reminds me of,' said Miss Marple. 'It came to me suddenly just a few moments ago. He reminds me of a young man called Leonard Wylie. His father was a dentist, but he got old and blind and his hand used to shake, and so people preferred to go to the son. But the old man was very miserable about it, and moped, said he was no good for anything any more, and Leonard who was very softhearted and rather foolish, began to pretend he drank more than he should. He always smelt of whisky and he used to sham being rather fuddled when his patients came. His idea was that they'd go back to the father again and say the younger man was no good.'

'And did they?'

'Of course not,' said Miss Marple. 'What happened was what anybody with any sense could have told him would happen! The patients went to Mr Reilly, the rival dentist. So many people with good hearts have no sense.

Besides, Leonard Wylie was so unconvincing… His idea of drunkenness wasn't in the least like real drunkenness, and he overdid the whisky - spilling it on his clothes, you know, to a perfectly impossible extent.'

They went into the house by the side door.

Inside the house, they found the family assembled in the library. Lewis was walking up and down, and there was an air of general tension in the atmosphere.

'Is anything the matter?' asked Miss Bellever.

Lewis said shortly: 'Ernie Gregg is missing from roll call tonight.'

'Has he run away?'

'We don't know. Maverick and some of the staff are searching the grounds. If we cannot find him we must communicate with the police.'

'Grandam!' Gina ran over to Carrie Louise, startled by the whiteness of her face. 'You look ill.'

'I am unhappy. The poor boy…'

Lewis said: 'I was going to question him this evening as to whether he had seen anything noteworthy last night.

I have the offer of a good post for him and I thought that after discussing that, I would bring up the other topic.

Now -' he broke off.

Miss Marple murmured softly:

'Foolish boy… Poor foolish boy…'

She shook her head, and Mrs Serrocold said gently: 'So you think so too, Jane…?'

Stephen Restarick came in. He said, 'I missed you at the theatre, Gina. I thought you said you would - Hallo, what's up?'

Lewis repeated his information, and as he finished speaking, Dr Maverick came in with a fair-haired boy with pink cheeks and a suspiciously angelic expression.

Miss Marple remembered his being at dinner on the night she had arrived at Stonygates.

'I've brought Arthur Jenkins along,' said Dr Maverick.

'He seems to have been the last person to talk to Ernie.'

'Now, Arthur,' said Lewis Serrocold, 'please help us if you can. Where has Ernie gone? Is this just a prank?'

'I dunno, sir. Straight, I don't. Didn't say nothing to me, he didn't. All full of the play at the theatre he was, that's all. Said as how he'd had a smashing idea for the scenery, what Mrs Hudd and Mr Stephen thought was first class.'

'There's another thing, Arthur. Ernie claims he was prowling about the grounds after lock-up last night. Was that true?'