Mrs Bantry picked it up.
"So it is," she said. "Oh!"
"Yes, dear," said Miss Marple. "I thought you"d notice!"
"There"s a definite warning in that letter," said Colonel Bantry. "That"s the first thing caught my attention. I notice more than you"d think. Yes, a definite warning-against whom?"
"There"s rather a curious point about that letter," said Sir Henry. "According to Templeton, Dr Rosen opened the letter at breakfast and tossed it across to him saying he didn"t know who the fellow was from Adam."
"But it wasn"t a fellow," said Jane Helier. "It was signed "Georgina"."
"It"s difficult to say which it is," said Dr Lloyd. "It might be Georgey; but it certainly looks more like Georgina. Only it strikes me that the writing is a man"s."
"You know, that"s interesting," said Colonel Bantry. "His tossing it across the table like that and pretending he knew nothing about it. Wanted to watch somebody"s face. Whose face-the girl"s? or the man"s?"
"Or even the cook"s?" suggested Mrs Bantry. "She might have been in the room bringing in the breakfast. But what I don"t see is...it"s most peculiar-"
She frowned over the letter. Miss Marple drew closer to her. Miss Marple"s finger went out and touched the sheet of paper. They murmured together.
"But why did the secretary tear up the other letter?" asked Jane Helier suddenly. "It seems-oh! I don"t know-it seems queer. Why should he have letters from Germany? Although, of course, if he"s above suspicion, as you say-"
"But Sir Henry didn"t say that," said Miss Marple quickly, looking up from her murmured conference with Mrs Bantry. "He said four four suspects. So that shows that he includes Mr Templeton. I"m right, am I not, Sir Henry?" suspects. So that shows that he includes Mr Templeton. I"m right, am I not, Sir Henry?"
"Yes, Miss Marple. I have learned one thing through bitter experience. Never say to yourself that anyone anyone is above suspicion. I gave you reasons just now why three of these people might after all be guilty, unlikely as it seemed. I did not at that time apply the same process to Charles Templeton. But I came to it at last through pursuing the rule I have just mentioned. And I was forced to recognize this: That every army and every navy and every police force has a certain number of traitors within its ranks, much as we hate to admit the idea. And I examined dispa.s.sionately the case against Charles Templeton. is above suspicion. I gave you reasons just now why three of these people might after all be guilty, unlikely as it seemed. I did not at that time apply the same process to Charles Templeton. But I came to it at last through pursuing the rule I have just mentioned. And I was forced to recognize this: That every army and every navy and every police force has a certain number of traitors within its ranks, much as we hate to admit the idea. And I examined dispa.s.sionately the case against Charles Templeton.
"I asked myself very much the same questions as Miss Helier has just asked. Why should he, alone of all the house, not be able to produce the letter he had received-a letter, moreover, with a German stamp on it. Why should he have letters from Germany?
"The last question was an innocent one, and I actually put it to him. His reply came simply enough. His mother"s sister was married to a German. The letter had been from a German girl cousin. So I learned something I did not know before-that Charles Templeton had relations with people in Germany. And that put him definitely on the list of suspects-very much so. He is my own man-a lad I have always liked and trusted; but in common justice and fairness I must admit that he heads that list.
"But there it is-I do not know! I do not know know...And in all probability I never shall know. It is not a question of punishing a murderer. It is a question that to me seems a hundred times more important. It is the blighting, perhaps, of an honourable man"s whole career...because of suspicion-a suspicion that I dare not disregard."
Miss Marple coughed and said gently: "Then, Sir Henry, if I understand you rightly, it is this young Mr Templeton only who is so much on your mind?"
"Yes, in a sense. It should, in theory, be the same for all four, but that is not actually the case. Dobbs, for instance-suspicion may attach to him in my mind, but it will not actually affect his career. n.o.body in the village has ever had any idea that old Dr Rosen"s death was anything but an accident. Gertrud is slightly more affected. It must make, for instance, a difference in Fraulein Rosen"s att.i.tude toward her. But that, possibly, is not of great importance to her.
"As for Greta Rosen-well, here we come to the crux of the matter. Greta is a very pretty girl and Charles Templeton is a good-looking young man, and for five months they were thrown together with no outer distractions. The inevitable happened. They fell in love with each other-even if they did not come to the point of admitting the fact in words.
"And then the catastrophe happens. It is three months ago now and a day or two after I returned, Greta Rosen came to see me. She had sold the cottage and was returning to Germany, having finally settled up her uncle"s affairs. She came to me personally, although she knew I had retired, because it was really about a personal matter she wanted to see me. She beat about the bush a little, but at last it all came out. What did I think? That letter with the German stamp-she had worried about it and worried about it-the one Charles had torn up. Was it all right? Surely it must must be all right. Of course she believed his story, but-oh! if she only be all right. Of course she believed his story, but-oh! if she only knew knew! If she knew-for certain.
"You see? The same feeling: the wish to trust-but the horrible lurking suspicion, thrust resolutely to the back of the mind, but persisting nevertheless. I spoke to her with absolute frankness, and asked her to do the same. I asked her whether she had been on the point of caring for Charles, and he for her.
" "I think so," she said. "Oh, yes, I know it was so. We were so happy. Every day pa.s.sed so contentedly. We knew-we both knew. There was no hurry-there was all the time in the world. Some day he would tell me he loved me, and I should tell him that I too-Ah! But you can guess! And now it is all changed. A black cloud has come between us-we are constrained, when we meet we do not know what to say. It is, perhaps, the same with him as with me...We are each saying to ourselves, "If I were sure sure!" That is why, Sir Henry, I beg of you to say to me, "You may be sure, whoever killed your uncle, it was not Charles Templeton!" Say it to me! Oh, say it to me! I beg-I beg!"
"And, d.a.m.n it all," said Sir Henry, bringing down his fist with a bang on the table, "I couldn"t say it to her. They"ll drift farther and farther apart, those two-with suspicion like a ghost between them-a ghost that can"t be laid."
He leant back in his chair, his face looked tired and grey. He shook his head once or twice despondently.
"And there"s nothing more can be done, unless-" He sat up straight again and a tiny whimsical smile crossed his face-"unless Miss Marple can help us. Can"t you, Miss Marple? I"ve a feeling that letter might be in your line, you know. The one about the Church Social. Doesn"t it remind you of something or someone that makes everything perfectly plain? Can"t you do something to help two helpless young people who want to be happy?"
Behind the whimsicality there was something earnest in his appeal. He had come to think very highly of the mental powers of this frail old-fashioned maiden lady. He looked across at her with something very like hope in his eyes.
Miss Marple coughed and smoothed her lace.
"It does remind me a little of Annie Poultny," she admitted. "Of course the letter is perfectly plain-both to Mrs Bantry and myself. I don"t mean the Church Social letter, but the other one. You living so much in London and not being a gardener, Sir Henry, would not have been likely to notice."
"Eh?" said Sir Henry. "Notice what?"
Mrs Bantry reached out a hand and selected a catalogue. She opened it and read aloud with gusto: "Dr Helmuth Spath. Pure lilac, a wonderfully fine flower, carried on exceptionally long and stiff stem. Splendid for cutting and garden decoration. A novelty of striking beauty.
"Edgar Jackson. Beautifully shaped chrysanthemum-like flower of a distinct brick-red colour.
"Amos Perry. Brilliant red, highly decorative.
"Tsingtau. Brilliant orange-red, showy garden plant and lasting cut flower.
"Honesty-"
"With a capital H, you remember," murmured Miss Marple.
"Honesty. Rose and white shades, enormous perfect shaped flower."
Mrs Bantry flung down the catalogue, and said with immense explosive force: "Dahlias!"
"And their initial letters spell "DEATH", explained Miss Marple. explained Miss Marple.
"But the letter came to Dr Rosen himself," objected Sir Henry.
"That was the clever part of it," said Miss Marple. "That and the warning in it. What would he do, getting a letter from someone he didn"t know, full of names he didn"t know. Why, of course, toss it over to his secretary."
"Then, after all-"
"Oh, no!" said Miss Marple. "Not the secretary. Why, that"s what makes it so perfectly clear that it the secretary. Why, that"s what makes it so perfectly clear that it wasn"t wasn"t him. He"d never have let that letter be found if so. And equally he"d never have destroyed a letter to himself with a German stamp on it. Really, his innocence is-if you"ll allow me to use the word-just him. He"d never have let that letter be found if so. And equally he"d never have destroyed a letter to himself with a German stamp on it. Really, his innocence is-if you"ll allow me to use the word-just shining shining."
"Then who-"
"Well, it seems almost certain-as certain as anything can be in this world. There was another person at the breakfast table, and she would-quite naturally under the circ.u.mstances-put out her hand for the letter and read it. And that would be that. You remember that she got a gardening catalogue by the same post-"
"Greta Rosen," said Sir Henry, slowly. "Then her visit to me-"
"Gentlemen never see through these things," said Miss Marple. "And I"m afraid they often think we old women are-well, cats, to see things the way we do. But there it is. One does know a great deal about one"s own s.e.x, unfortunately. I"ve no doubt there was a barrier between them. The young man felt a sudden inexplicable repulsion. He suspected, purely through instinct, and couldn"t hide the suspicion. And I really think that the girl"s visit to you was just pure spite. spite. She was safe enough really; but she just went out of her way to fix your suspicions definitely on poor Mr Templeton. You weren"t nearly so sure about him until after her visit." She was safe enough really; but she just went out of her way to fix your suspicions definitely on poor Mr Templeton. You weren"t nearly so sure about him until after her visit."
"I"m sure it was nothing that she said-" began Sir Henry.
"Gentlemen," said Miss Marple calmly, "never see through these things."
"And that girl-" he stopped. "She commits a cold-blooded murder and gets off scot-free!"
"Oh! no, Sir Henry," said Miss Marple. "Not scot-free. Neither you nor I believe that. Remember what you said not long ago. No. Greta Rosen will not escape punishment. To begin with, she must be in with a very queer set of people-blackmailers and terrorists-a.s.sociates who will do her no good, and will probably bring her to a miserable end. As you say, one mustn"t waste thoughts on the guilty-it"s the innocent who matter. Mr Templeton, who I dare say will marry that German cousin, his tearing up her letter looks-well, it looks suspicious suspicious-using the word in quite a different sense from the one we"ve been using all the evening. A little as though he were afraid of the other girl noticing or asking to see it? Yes, I think there must have been some little romance there. And then there"s Dobbs-though, as you say, I dare say it won"t matter much to him. His elevenses are probably all he thinks about. And then there"s that poor old Gertrud-the one who reminded me of Annie Poultny. Poor Annie Poultny. Fifty years" faithful service and suspected of making away with Miss Lamb"s will, though nothing could be proved. Almost broke the poor creature"s faithful heart; and then after she was dead it came to light in the secret drawer of the tea caddy where old Miss Lamb had put it herself for safety. But too late then for poor Annie.
"That"s what worries me so about that poor old German woman. When one is old, one becomes embittered very easily. I felt much more sorry for her than for Mr Templeton, who is young and good-looking and evidently a favourite with the ladies. You will write to her, won"t you, Sir Henry, and just tell her that her innocence is established beyond doubt? Her dear old master dead, and she no doubt brooding and feeling herself suspected of...Oh! It won"t bear thinking about!"
"I will write, Miss Marple," said Sir Henry. He looked at her curiously. "You know, I shall never quite understand you. Your outlook is always a different one from what I expect."
"My outlook, I am afraid, is a very petty one," said Miss Marple humbly. "I hardly ever go out of St Mary Mead."
"And yet you have solved what may be called an International mystery," said Sir Henry. "For you have have solved it. I am convinced of that." solved it. I am convinced of that."
Miss Marple blushed, then bridled a little.
"I was, I think, well educated for the standard of my day. My sister and I had a German governess-a Fraulein. A very sentimental creature. She taught us the language of flowers-a forgotten study nowadays, but most charming. A yellow tulip, for instance, means Hopeless Love, whilst a China Aster means I die of Jealousy at your feet. That letter was signed Georgine, which I seem to remember is Dahlia in German, and that of course made the whole thing perfectly clear. I wish I could remember the meaning of Dahlia, but alas, that eludes me. My memory is not what it was."
"At any rate it didn"t mean DEATH DEATH."
"No, indeed. Horrible, is it not? There are very sad things in the world."
"There are," said Mrs Bantry with a sigh. "It"s lucky one has flowers and one"s friends."
"She puts us last, you observe," said Dr Lloyd.
"A man used to send me purple orchids every night to the theatre," said Jane dreamily.
" "I await your favours,"-that"s what that means," said Miss Marple brightly.
Sir Henry gave a peculiar sort of cough and turned his head away.
Miss Marple gave a sudden exclamation.
"I"ve remembered. Dahlias mean "Treachery and Misrepresentation." "
"Wonderful," said Sir Henry. "Absolutely wonderful."
And he sighed.
Chapter 10.
A Christmas Tragedy "I have a complaint to make," said Sir Henry c.l.i.thering. His eyes twinkled gently as he looked round at the a.s.sembled company. Colonel Bantry, his legs stretched out, was frowning at the mantelpiece as though it were a delinquent soldier on parade, his wife was surrept.i.tiously glancing at a catalogue of bulbs which had come by the late post, Dr Lloyd was gazing with frank admiration at Jane Helier, and that beautiful young actress herself was thoughtfully regarding her pink polished nails. Only that elderly, spinster lady, Miss Marple, was sitting bolt upright, and her faded blue eyes met Sir Henry"s with an answering twinkle.
"A complaint?" she murmured.
"A very serious complaint. We are a company of six, three representatives of each s.e.x, and I protest on behalf of the downtrodden males. We have had three stories told tonight-and told by the three men! I protest that the ladies have not done their fair share."
"Oh!" said Mrs Bantry with indignation. "I"m sure we have. We"ve listened with the most intelligent appreciation. We"ve displayed the true womanly att.i.tude-not wishing to thrust ourselves in the limelight!"
"It"s an excellent excuse," said Sir Henry; "but it won"t do. And there"s a very good precedent in the Arabian Nights! So, forward, Scheherazade."
"Meaning me?" said Mrs Bantry. "But I don"t know anything to tell. I"ve never been surrounded by blood or mystery."
"I don"t absolutely insist upon blood," said Sir Henry. "But I"m sure one of you three ladies has got a pet mystery. Come now, Miss Marple-the "Curious Coincidence of the Charwoman" or the "Mystery of the Mothers" Meeting". Don"t disappoint me in St Mary Mead."
Miss Marple shook her head.
"Nothing that would interest you, Sir Henry. We have our little mysteries, of course-there was that gill of picked shrimps that disappeared so incomprehensibly; but that wouldn"t interest you because it all turned out to be so trivial, though throwing a considerable light on human nature."
"You have taught me to dote on human nature," said Sir Henry solemnly.
"What about you, Miss Helier?" asked Colonel Bantry. "You must have had some interesting experiences."
"Yes, indeed," said Dr Lloyd.
"Me?" said Jane. "You mean-you want me to tell you something that happened to me?"
"Or to one of your friends," amended Sir Henry.
"Oh!" said Jane vaguely. "I don"t think anything has ever happened to me-I mean not that kind of thing. Flowers, of course, and queer messages-but that"s just men, isn"t it? I don"t think"-she paused and appeared lost in thought.
"I see we shall have to have that epic of the shrimps," said Sir Henry. "Now then, Miss Marple."
"You"re so fond of your joke, Sir Henry. The shrimps are only nonsense; but now I come to think of it, I do do remember one incident-at least not exactly an incident, something very much more serious-a tragedy. And I was, in a way, mixed up in it; and for what I did, I have never had any regrets-no, no regrets at all. But it didn"t happen in St Mary Mead." remember one incident-at least not exactly an incident, something very much more serious-a tragedy. And I was, in a way, mixed up in it; and for what I did, I have never had any regrets-no, no regrets at all. But it didn"t happen in St Mary Mead."
"That disappoints me," said Sir Henry. "But I will endeavour to bear up. I knew we should not rely upon you in vain."
He settled himself in the att.i.tude of a listener. Miss Marple grew slightly pink.
"I hope I shall be able to tell it properly," she said anxiously. "I fear I am very inclined to become rambling rambling. One wanders from the point-altogether without knowing that one is doing so. And it is so hard to remember each fact in its proper order. You must all bear with me if I tell my story badly. It happened a very long time ago now.
"As I say, it was not connected with St Mary Mead. As a matter of fact, it had to do with a Hydro-"
"Do you mean a seaplane?" asked Jane with wide eyes.
"You wouldn"t know, dear," said Mrs Bantry, and explained. Her husband added his quota: "Beastly places-absolutely beastly! Got to get up early and drink filthy-tasting water. Lot of old women sitting about. Ill-natured t.i.ttle tattle. G.o.d, when I think-"
"Now, Arthur," said Mrs Bantry placidly. "You know it did you all the good in the world."
"Lot of old women sitting round talking scandal," grunted Colonel Bantry.
"That I am afraid is true," said Miss Marple. "I myself-"
"My dear Miss Marple," cried the Colonel, horrified. "I didn"t mean for one moment-"
With pink cheeks and a little gesture of the hand, Miss Marple stopped him.
"But it is true true, Colonel Bantry. Only I should just like to say this. Let me recollect my thoughts. Yes. Talking scandal, as you say-well, it is is done a good deal. And people are very down on it-especially young people. My nephew, who writes books-and very clever ones, I believe-has said some most done a good deal. And people are very down on it-especially young people. My nephew, who writes books-and very clever ones, I believe-has said some most scathing scathing things about taking people"s characters away without any kind of proof-and how wicked it is, and all that. But what I say is that none of these young people ever stop to things about taking people"s characters away without any kind of proof-and how wicked it is, and all that. But what I say is that none of these young people ever stop to think think. They really don"t examine the facts. Surely the whole crux of the matter is this: How often is t.i.ttle tattle How often is t.i.ttle tattle, as you call it, true true! And I think if, as I say, they really examined the facts they would find that it was true nine times out of ten! That"s really just what makes people so annoyed about it."