Agatha Christie - The Body in the Library: A Miss Marple Mystery
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The Body in the Library
Mrs Price Ridley was among the last to hear the news. A rich and dictatorial widow, she lived in a large house next door to the vicarage. Her informant was her little maid, Clara.
A woman, you say, Clara? Found dead on Colonel Bantry's hearth rug?
Yes, mam. And they say, mam, as she hadn't anything on at all, mam not a stitch!
That will do, Clara. It is not necessary to go into details.
No, mam, and they say, mam, that at first they thought it was Mr Blake's young lady what comes down for the weekends with 'im to Mr Booker's new 'ouse. But now they say it's quite a different young lady. And the fishmonger's young man, he says he'd never have believed it of Colonel Bantry not with him handing round the plate on Sundays and all.
There is a lot of wickedness in the world, Clara, said Mrs Price Ridley. Let this be a warning to you.
Yes, mam. Mother, she never will let me take a place where there's a gentleman in the 'ouse.
That will do, Clara, said Mrs Price Ridley.
Ill
It was only a step from Mrs Price Ridley's house to the vicarage.
Mrs Price Ridley was fortunate enough to find the vicar in his study.
The vicar, a gentle, middle-aged man was always the last to hear anything.
Such a terrible thing, said Mrs Price Ridley, panting a little because she had come rather fast. I felt I must have your advice, your counsel about it, dear vicar.
Mr Clement looked mildly alarmed. He said, Has anything happened?
Has anything happened! Mrs Price Ridley repeated the question dramatically. The most terrible scandal! None of us had any idea of it. An abandoned woman, completely unclothed, strangled on Colonel Bantry's hearth rug!
The vicar stared. He said, You... you are feeling quite well?
No wonder you can't believe it! I couldn't at first! The hypocrisy of the man! All these years.
Please tell me exactly what all this is about.
Mrs Price Ridley plunged into a full-swing narrative. When she had finished, the Reverend Mr Clement said mildly, But there is nothing, is there, to point to Colonel Bantry's being involved in this?
Oh, dear vicar, you are so unworldly! But I must tell you a little story. Last Thursday - or was it the Thursday before - well, it doesn't matter -1 was going to London by the cheap day train. Colonel Bantry was in the same carriage. He looked, I thought, very abstracted. And nearly the whole way he buried himself behind The Times. As though, you know, he didn't want to talk.
The vicar nodded his head with complete comprehension and possible sympathy.
At Paddington I said goodbye. He had offered to call me a taxi, but I was taking the bus down to Oxford Street; but he got into one, and I distinctly heard him tell the driver to go to - Where do you think?
Mr Clement looked inquiring.
An address in St John's Wood! Mrs Price Ridley bellowed triumphantly.
The vicar remained completely without understanding.
That, I consider, proves it, said Mrs Price Ridley.
At Gossington Mrs Bantry and Miss Marple were in the drawing room.
You know, said Mrs Bantry, I can't help feeling glad they've taken the body away. It's not nice to have a body in one's house.
Miss Marple nodded. I know, dear. I know just how you feel.
You can't, said Mrs Bantry. Not until you've had one. I know you had one next door once, but that's not the same thing. I only hope, she went on - that Arthur won't take a dislike to the library. We sit there so much. What are you doing, Jane?
For Miss Marple, with a glance at her watch, was rising to her feet. Well, I was thinking I'd go home, if there's nothing more I can do for you.
Don't go yet, said Mrs Bantry. The fingerprint men and the photographers and most of the police have gone, I know, but I still feel something might happen. You don't want to miss anything.
The telephone rang and she went off to answer. She returned with a beaming face.
I told you more things would happen. That was Colonel Melchett. He's bringing the poor girl's cousin along.
I wonder why? said Miss Marple.
Oh, I suppose to see where it happened, and all that.
More than that, I expect, said Miss Marple.
What do you mean, Jane?
Well, I think, perhaps, he might want her to meet Colonel Bantry.
Mrs Bantry said sharply, To see if she recognizes him? I suppose oh, yes, I suppose they're bound to suspect Arthur.
I'm afraid so.
As though Arthur could have anything to do with it!
Miss Marple was silent. Mrs Bantry turned on her accusingly.
And don't tell me about some frightful old man who kept his housemaid, Arthur isn't like that.
No, no, of course not
No, but he really isn't. He's just, sometimes, a little bit silly about pretty girls who come to tennis. You know, rather famous and avuncular. There's no harm in it. And why shouldn't he? After all, finished Mrs Bantry rather obscurely, I've got the garden.
Miss Marple smiled.
You must not worry Dolly, she said.
No, I don't mean to. But all the same I do, a little. So does Arthur. It's upset him. All these policemen looking about. He's gone down to the farm. Looking at pigs and things always soothes him if he's been upset... Hullo, here they are.
The chief constable's car drew up outside.
Colonel Melchett came in, accompanied by a smartly dressed young woman.
This is Miss Turner, Mrs Bantry. The cousin of the... er... victim.
How do you do, said Mrs Bantry, advancing with outstretched hand. All this must be rather awful for you.
Josephine Turner said frankly, Oh, it is. None of it seems real, somehow. It's like a bad dream.
Mrs Bantry introduced Miss Marple.
Melchett said casually, Your good man about?
He had to go down to one of the farms. He'll be back soon.
Oh. Melchett seemed rather at a loss.
Mrs Bantry said to Josie, Would you like to see where, where it happened? Or would you rather not?
Josephine said, after a moment's pause, I think I'd like to see.
Mrs Bantry led her to the library, with Miss Marple and Melchett following behind.
She was there, said Mrs Bantry, pointing dramatically. On the hearth rug.
Oh! Josie shuddered. But she also looked perplexed. She said, her brow creased, I just can't understand it! I can't!
Well, we certainly can't, said Mrs Bantry.
Josie said slowly, It isn't the sort of place - and broke off.
Miss Marple nodded her head gently in agreement with the unfinished sentiment.
That, she murmured, is what makes it so very interesting.
Come now Miss Marple, said Colonel Melchettgood-humouredly, haven't you got an explanation?
Oh, yes, I've got an explanation, said Miss Marple. Quite a feasible one. But of course it's only my own idea. Tommy Bond, she continued, and Mrs Martin, our new schoolmistress. She went to wind up the clock and a frog jumped out.
Josephine Turner looked puzzled. As they all went out of the room she murmured to Mrs Bantry, Is the old lady a bit funny in the head?
Not at all, said Mrs Bantry indignantly.
Josie said, Sorry. I thought perhaps she thought she was a frog or something.
Colonel Bantry was just coming in through the side door. Melchett hailed him and watched Josephine Turner as he introduced them. But there was no sign of interest or recognition in her face. Melchett breathed a sigh of relief. Curse Slack and his insinuations.
In answer to Mrs Bantry's questions, Josie was pouring out the story of Ruby Keene's disappearance.
Frightfully worrying for you, my dear, said Mrs Bantry.
I was more angry than worried, said Josie. You see, I didn't know then.
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