"What do you think, Miss Marple?" asked Jane, turning towards the old lady who had sat silent, a puzzled frown on her face.
"My dear, I really don"t know what to say. Sir Henry will laugh, but I recall no village parallel to help me this time. Of course there are several questions that suggest themselves. For instance, the servant question. In-ahem-an irregular menage of the kind you describe, the servant employed would doubtless be perfectly aware of the state of things, and a really nice girl would not take such a place-her mother wouldn"t let her for a minute. So I think we can a.s.sume that the maid was not not a really trustworthy character. She may have been in league with the thieves. She would leave the house open for them and actually go to London as though sure of the pretence telephone message so as to divert suspicion from herself. I must confess that that seems the most probable solution. Only if ordinary thieves were concerned it seems very odd. It seems to argue more knowledge than a maidservant was likely to have." a really trustworthy character. She may have been in league with the thieves. She would leave the house open for them and actually go to London as though sure of the pretence telephone message so as to divert suspicion from herself. I must confess that that seems the most probable solution. Only if ordinary thieves were concerned it seems very odd. It seems to argue more knowledge than a maidservant was likely to have."
Miss Marple paused and then went on dreamily: "I can"t help feeling that there was some-well, what I must describe as personal feeling about the whole thing. Supposing somebody had a spite, for instance? A young actress that he hadn"t treated well? Don"t you think that that would explain things better? A deliberate attempt to get him into trouble. That"s what it looks like. And yet-that"s not entirely satisfactory..."
"Why, doctor, you haven"t said anything," said Jane. "I"d forgotten you."
"I"m always getting forgotten," said the grizzled doctor sadly. "I must have a very inconspicuous personality."
"Oh, no!" said Jane. "Do tell us what you think."
"I"m rather in the position of agreeing with everyone"s solutions-and yet with none of them. I myself have a far-fetched and probably totally erroneous theory that the wife may have had something to do with it. Sir Herman"s wife, I mean. I"ve no grounds for thinking so-only you would be surprised if you knew the extraordinary-really very very extraordinary things that a wronged wife will take it into her head to do." extraordinary things that a wronged wife will take it into her head to do."
"Oh! Dr Lloyd," cried Miss Marple excitedly. "How clever of you. And I never thought of poor Mrs Pebmarsh."
Jane stared at her.
"Mrs Pebmarsh? Who is Mrs Pebmarsh?"
"Well-" Miss Marple hesitated. "I don"t know that she really comes in. She"s a laundress. And she stole an opal pin that was pinned into a blouse and put it in another woman"s house."
Jane looked more fogged than ever.
"And that makes it all perfectly clear to you, Miss Marple?" said Sir Henry, with his twinkle.
But to his surprise Miss Marple shook her head.
"No, I"m afraid it doesn"t. I must confess myself completely at a loss. What I do realize is that women must stick together-one should, in an emergency, stand by one"s own s.e.x. I think that"s the moral of the story Miss Helier has told us."
"I must confess that that particular ethical significance of the mystery has escaped me," said Sir Henry gravely. "Perhaps I shall see the significance of your point more clearly when Miss Helier has revealed the solution."
"Eh?" said Jane looking rather bewildered.
"I was observing that, in childish language, we "give it up". You and you alone, Miss Helier, have had the high honour of presenting such an absolutely baffling mystery that even Miss Marple has to confess herself defeated."
"You all give it up?" asked Jane.
"Yes." After a minute"s silence during which he waited for the others to speak, Sir Henry const.i.tuted himself spokesman once more. "That is to say we stand or fall by the sketchy solutions we have tentatively advanced. One each for the mere men, two for Miss Marple, and a round dozen from Mrs B."
"It was not a dozen," said Mrs Bantry. "They were variations on a main theme. And how often am I to tell you that I will not not be called Mrs B?" be called Mrs B?"
"So you all give it up," said Jane thoughtfully. "That"s very interesting."
She leaned back in her chair and began to polish her nails rather absent-mindedly.
"Well," said Mrs Bantry. "Come on, Jane. What is the solution?"
"The solution?"
"Yes. What really happened?"
Jane stared at her.
"I haven"t the least idea."
"What?"
"I"ve always wondered. I thought you were all so clever one of you would be able to tell me me."
Everybody harboured feelings of annoyance. It was all very well for Jane to be so beautiful-but at this moment everyone felt that stupidity could be carried too far. Even the most transcendent loveliness could not excuse it.
"You mean the truth was never discovered?" said Sir Henry.
"No. That"s why, as I say, I did think you would be able to tell me me."
Jane sounded injured. It was plain that she felt she had a grievance.
"Well-I"m-I"m-" said Colonel Bantry, words failing him.
"You are the most aggravating girl, Jane," said his wife. "Anyway, I"m sure and always will be that I was right. If you just tell us the proper names of the people, I shall be quite quite sure." sure."
"I don"t think I could do that," said Jane slowly.
"No, dear," said Miss Marple. "Miss Helier couldn"t do that."
"Of course she could," said Mrs Bantry. "Don"t be so high-minded, Jane. We older folk must have a bit of scandal. At any rate tell us who the city magnate was."
But Jane shook her head, and Miss Marple, in her old-fashioned way, continued to support the girl.
"It must have been a very distressing business," she said.
"No," said Jane truthfully. "I think-I think I rather enjoyed it."
"Well, perhaps you did," said Miss Marple. "I suppose it was a break in the monotony. What play were you acting in?"
"Smith."
"Oh, yes. That"s one of Mr Somerset Maugham"s, isn"t it? All his are very clever, I think. I"ve seen them nearly all."
"You"re reviving it to go on tour next autumn, aren"t you?" asked Mrs Bantry.
Jane nodded.
"Well," said Miss Marple rising. "I must go home. Such late hours! But we"ve had a very entertaining evening. Most unusually so. I think Miss Helier"s story wins the prize. Don"t you agree?"
"I"m sorry you"re angry with me," said Jane. "About not knowing the end, I mean. I suppose I should have said so sooner."
Her tone sounded wistful. Dr Lloyd rose gallantly to the occasion.
"My dear young lady, why should you? You gave us a very pretty problem to sharpen our wits on. I am only sorry we could none of us solve it convincingly."
"Speak for yourself," said Mrs Bantry. "I did did solve it. I"m convinced I am right." solve it. I"m convinced I am right."
"Do you know, I really believe you are," said Jane. "What you said sounded so probable."
"Which of her seven solutions do you refer to?" asked Sir Henry teasingly.
Dr Lloyd gallantly a.s.sisted Miss Marple to put on her goloshes. "Just in case," as the old lady explained. The doctor was to be her escort to her old-world cottage. Wrapped in several woollen shawls, Miss Marple wished everyone good night once more. She came to Jane Helier last and leaning forward, she murmured something in the actress"s ear. A startled "Oh!" burst from Jane-so loud as to cause the others to turn their heads.
Smiling and nodding, Miss Marple made her exit, Jane Helier staring after her.
"Are you coming to bed, Jane?" asked Mrs Bantry. "What"s the matter with you? You"re staring as though you"d seen a ghost."
With a deep sigh Jane came to herself, shed a beautiful and bewildering smile on the two men and followed her hostess up the staircase. Mrs Bantry came into the girl"s room with her.
"Your fire"s nearly out," said Mrs Bantry, giving it a vicious and ineffectual poke. "They can"t have made it up properly. How stupid housemaids are. Still, I suppose we are rather late tonight. Why, it"s actually past one o"clock!"
"Do you think there are many people like her?" asked Jane Helier.
She was sitting on the side of the bed apparently wrapped in thought.
"Like the housemaid?"
"No. Like that funny old woman-what"s her name-Marple?"
"Oh! I don"t know. I suppose she"s a fairly common type in a small village."
"Oh dear," said Jane. "I don"t know what to do."
She sighed deeply.
"What"s the matter?"
"I"m worried."
"What about?"
"Dolly," Jane Helier was portentously solemn. "Do you know what that queer old lady whispered to me before she went out of the door tonight?"
"No. What?"
"She said: "I shouldn"t do it if I were you, my dear. Never put yourself too much in another woman"s power, even if you do think she"s your friend at the moment." You know, Dolly, that"s awfully true."
"The maxim? Yes, perhaps it is. But I don"t see the application."
"I suppose you can"t ever really trust a woman. And I should be in her power. I never thought of that."
"What woman are you talking about?"
"Netta Greene, my understudy."
"What on earth does Miss Marple know about your understudy?"
"I suppose she guessed-but I can"t see how."
"Jane, will you kindly tell me at once what you are talking about?"
"The story. The one I told. Oh, Dolly, that woman, you know-the one that took Claud from me?"
Mrs Bantry nodded, casting her mind back rapidly to the first of Jane"s unfortunate marriages-to Claud Averbury, the actor.
"He married her; and I could have told him how it would be. Claud doesn"t know, but she"s carrying on with Sir Joseph Salmon-week-ends with him at the bungalow I told you about. I wanted her shown up-I would like everyone to know the sort of woman she was. And you see, with a burglary, everything would be bound to come out."
"Jane!" gasped Mrs Bantry. "Did you you engineer this story you"ve been telling us?" engineer this story you"ve been telling us?"
Jane nodded.
"That"s why I chose Smith Smith. I wear parlourmaid"s kit in it, you know. So I should have it handy. And when they sent for me to the police station it"s the easiest thing in the world to say I was rehearsing my part with my understudy at the hotel. Really, of course, we would be at the bungalow. I just have to open the door and bring in the c.o.c.ktails, and Netta to pretend to be me. He"d never see her her again, of course, so there would be no fear of his recognizing her. And I can make myself look quite different as a parlourmaid; and besides, one doesn"t look at parlourmaids as though they were people. We planned to drag him out into the road afterwards, bag the jewel case, telephone the police and get back to the hotel. I shouldn"t like the poor young man to suffer, but Sir Henry didn"t seem to think he would, did he? And she"d be in the papers and everything-and Claud would see what she was really like." again, of course, so there would be no fear of his recognizing her. And I can make myself look quite different as a parlourmaid; and besides, one doesn"t look at parlourmaids as though they were people. We planned to drag him out into the road afterwards, bag the jewel case, telephone the police and get back to the hotel. I shouldn"t like the poor young man to suffer, but Sir Henry didn"t seem to think he would, did he? And she"d be in the papers and everything-and Claud would see what she was really like."
Mrs Bantry sat down and groaned.
"Oh! my poor head. And all the time-Jane Helier, you deceitful girl! Telling us that story the way you did!"
"I am am a good actress," said Jane complacently. "I always have been, whatever people choose to say. I didn"t give myself away once, did I?" a good actress," said Jane complacently. "I always have been, whatever people choose to say. I didn"t give myself away once, did I?"
"Miss Marple was right," murmured Mrs Bantry. "The personal element. Oh, yes, the personal element. Jane, my good child, do you realize that theft is theft, and you might have been sent to prison?"
"Well, none of you guessed," said Jane. "Except Miss Marple." The worried expression returned to her face. "Dolly, do you really really think there are many like her?" think there are many like her?"
"Frankly, I don"t," said Mrs Bantry.
Jane sighed again.
"Still, one had better not risk it. And of course I should be in Netta"s power-that"s true enough. She might turn against me or blackmail me or anything. She helped me think out the details and she professed to be devoted to me, but one never does does know with women. No, I think Miss Marple was right. I had better not risk it." know with women. No, I think Miss Marple was right. I had better not risk it."
"But, my dear, you have risked it."
"Oh, no." Jane opened her blue eyes very wide. "Don"t you understand? None of this has happened yet None of this has happened yet! I was-well, trying it on the dog, so to speak."
"I don"t profess to understand your theatrical slang," said Mrs Bantry with dignity. "Do you mean this is a future project-not a past deed?"
"I was going to do it this autumn-in September. I don"t know what to do now."
"And Jane Marple guessed-actually guessed the truth and never told us," said Mrs Bantry wrathfully.
"I think that was why she said that-about women sticking together. She wouldn"t give me away before the men. That was nice of her. I don"t mind your your knowing, Dolly." knowing, Dolly."
"Well, give the idea up, Jane. I beg of you."