"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.
IV
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."
"And yet," said Miss Marple, "you went to the police. Wasn't that, excuse me, rather premature?"
Josie said eagerly, "Oh, but I didn't. That was Mr Jefferson."
Mrs Bantry said, "Jefferson?" "Yes, he's an invalid."
"Not Conway Jefferson? But I know him well. He's an old friend of ours... Arthur, listen. Conway Jefferson, he's staying at the Majestic, and it was he who notified the police! Isn't that a coincidence?"
Josephine Turner said, "Mr Jefferson was there last summer too."
"Fancy! And we never knew. I haven't seen him for a long time." She turned to Josie. "How how is he nowadays?"
Josie considered. "I think he's wonderful, really quite wonderful. Considering, I mean. He's always cheerful always got a joke."
"Are the family there with him?"
"Mr Gaskell, you mean? And young Mrs Jefferson? And Peter? Oh, yes."
There was something inhibiting in Josephine Turner's rather attractive frankness of manner. When she spoke of the Jeffersons there was something not quite natural in her voice.
Mrs Bantry said, "They're both very nice, aren't they? The young ones, I mean."
Josie said rather uncertainly, "Oh, yes; yes, they are. They are really."
V
"And what," demanded Mrs Bantry as she looked through the window at the retreating car of the chief constable, "did she mean by that? 'They are really.' Don't you think, Jane, that there's something -"
Miss Marple fell upon the words eagerly.
"Oh, I do; indeed I do. It's quite unmistakable! Her manner changed at once when the Jeffersons were mentioned. She had seemed quite natural up to then."
"But what do you think it is, Jane?"
"Well, my dear, you know them. All I feel is that there is something, as you say, about them which is worrying that young woman. Another thing. Did you notice that when you asked her if she wasn't anxious about the girl being missing, she said that she was angry? And she looked angry, really angry! That strikes me as interesting, you know. I have a feeling, perhaps I'm wrong, that that's her main reaction to the fact of the girl's death. She didn't care for her, I'm sure. She's not grieving in any way. But I do think, very definitely, that the thought of that girl, Ruby Keene, makes her angry. And the interesting point is: Why?"
"We'll find out!" said Mrs Bantry. "We'll go over to Danemouth and stay at the Majestic - yes, Jane, you too. I need a change for my nerves after what has happened here. A few days at the Majestic that's what we need. And you'll meet Conway Jefferson. He's a dear, a perfect dear. It's the saddest story imaginable. He had a son and a daughter, both of whom he loved dearly. They were both married, but they still spent a lot of time at home. His wife, too, was the sweetest woman, and he was devoted to her. They were flying home one year from France and there was an accident. They were all killed. The pilot, Mrs Jefferson, Rosamund and Frank. Conway had both legs so badly injured they had to be amputated. And he's been wonderful, his courage, his pluck. He was a very active man, and now he's a helpless cripple, but he never complains. His daughter-in-law lives with him; she was a widow when Frank Jefferson married her, and she had a son by her first marriage Peter Carmody. They both live with Conway. And Mark Gaskell, Rosamund's husband, spends most of his time there. Well, it was all a great tragedy."
"And now," said Miss Marple, "there is another tragedy -"
"Oh yes, but it doesn't involve the Jeffersons."
"No?" asked Miss Marple. "It was Mr Jefferson who called the police."
"Really, Jane... It is curious."
Chapter 6
Colonel Melchett was facing a much annoyed hotel manager. With him was Superintendent Harper, of the denshire police, and the inevitable Inspector Slack - the latter rather disgruntled at the chief constable's wilful usurpation of the case.
Superintendent Harper was inclined to be soothing with the almost tearful Mr Prestcott; Colonel Melchett tended toward a blunt brutality.
"No good crying over spilt milk," he said sharply. "The girl's dead, strangled. You're lucky that she wasn't strangled in your hotel. This puts the inquiry in a different county and lets your establishment down extremely lightly. But certain inquiries have got to be made, and the sooner we get on with it the better. You can trust us to be discreet and tactful. So I suggest you cut the cackle and come to the horses. Just what, exactly, do you know about the girl?"
"I know nothing of her nothing at all. Josie brought her here." "Josie's been here some time?" "Two years, no, three." "And you like her?"
"Yes, Josie's a good girl, a nice girl. Competent. She gets on with people and smoothes over differences. Bridge, you know, is a touchy sort of game."
Colonel Melchett nodded feelingly. His wife was a keen but an extremely bad bridge player.
Mr Prestcott went on, "Josie was very good at calming down unpleasantness. She could handle people well, sort of bright and firm, if you know what I mean."
Again Melchett nodded. He knew now what it was that Miss Josephine Turner had reminded him of. In spite of the make-up and the smart turnout, there was a distinct touch of the nursery governess about her.
"I depend upon her," went on Mr Prestcott. His manner became aggrieved. "What does she want to go playing about on slippery rocks in that damn-fool way for? We've got a nice beach here. Why couldn't she bathe from that? Slipping and falling and breaking her ankle! It wasn't fair to me! I pay her to dance and play bridge and keep people happy and amused, not to go bathing off rocks and breaking her ankle. Dancers ought to be careful of their ankles, not take risks. I was very annoyed about it. It wasn't fair to the hotel."
Melchett cut the recital short. "And then she suggested that this girl, her cousin come down?"
Prestcott assented grudgingly. "That's right. It sounded quite a good idea. Mind you, I wasn't going to pay anything extra. The girl could have her keep, but as for salary, that would have to be fixed up between her and Josie. That's the way it was arranged. I didn't know anything about the girl."
"But she turned out all right?"
"Oh, yes, there wasn't anything wrong with her, not to look at, anyway. She was very young, of course; rather cheap in style, perhaps, for a place of this kind, but nice manners, quiet and well-behaved. Danced well. People liked her."
