Twenty-one
“Yes, Miss Marple?”
“Could we, do you think, go into the Great Hall?”
Inspector Curry looked faintly surprised.
“Is that your idea of privacy? Surely in here—”
He looked round the study.
“It’s not privacy I’m thinking of so much. It’s something I want to show
you. Something Alex Restarick made me see.”
Inspector Curry,
stifling3 a sigh, got up and followed Miss Marple.
“Somebody has been talking to you?” he suggested hopefully.
“No,” said Miss Marple. “It’s not a question of what people have said. It’s
really a question of
conjuring4 tricks. They do it with mirrors, you know—
that sort of thing—if you understand me.”
Inspector Curry did not understand. He stared and wondered if Miss
Marple was quite right in the head.
Miss Marple took up her stand and
beckoned5 the Inspector to stand be-
side her.
“I want you to think of this place as a stage set, Inspector. As it was on
the night
Christian6 Gulbrandsen was killed. You’re here in the audience
looking at the people on the stage. Mrs. Serrocold and myself and Mrs.
Strete and Gina and Stephen—and just like on the stage, there are en-
trances and exits and the characters go out to different places. Only you
don’t think when you’re in the audience where they are really going to.
They go out ‘to the front door’ or ‘to the kitchen’ and when the door opens
you see a little bit of painted backcloth. But really of course they go out to
the wings—or the back of the stage with carpenters and electricians, and
other characters waiting to come on—they go out—to a different world.”
“I don’t quite see, Miss Marple—”
“Oh, I know—I daresay it sounds very silly—but if you think of this as a
play and the scene is ‘the Great Hall at Stonygates’—what exactly is behind
the scene?—I mean—what is backstage? The terrace—isn’t it?—the terrace
and a lot of windows opening onto it.
“And that, you see, is how the conjuring trick was done. It was the trick
of the Lady Sawn in Half that made me think of it.”
“The Lady Sawn in Half?” Inspector Curry was now quite sure that Miss
Marple was a mental case.
“A most thrilling conjuring trick. You must have seen it—only not really
one girl but two girls. The head of one and the feet of the other. It looks
like one person and is really two. And so I thought it could just as well be
the other way about. Two people could be really one person.”
“Two people really one?” Inspector Curry looked desperate.
“Yes. Not for long. How long did your
constable7 take in the park to run
to this house and back? Two minutes and forty-five seconds, wasn’t it?
This would be less than that. Well under two minutes.”
“What was under two minutes?”
“The conjuring trick. The trick when it wasn’t two people but one per-
son. In there—in the study. We’re only looking at the visible part of the
stage. Behind the scenes, there is the terrace and a row of windows. So easy
when there are two people in the study to open the study window, get out,
run along the terrace (those footsteps Alex heard), in at the side door,
shoot Christian Gulbrandsen and run back, and during that time, the other
person in the study does both voices so that we’re all quite sure there are
two people in there. And so there were most of the time, but not for that
little period of under—two minutes.”
Inspector Curry found his breath and his voice.
“Do you mean that it was Edgar Lawson who ran along the terrace and
shot Gulbrandsen? Edgar Lawson who poisoned Mrs. Serrocold?”
“But you see, Inspector, no one has been poisoning Mrs. Serrocold at all.
That’s where the misdirection comes in. Someone very cleverly used the
fact that Mrs. Serrocold’s sufferings from
arthritis8 were not unlike the
symptoms of
arsenic9 poisoning. It’s the old conjurer’s trick of forcing a
card on you. Quite easy to add arsenic to a bottle of tonic—quite easy to
add a few lines to a typewritten letter. But the real reason for Mr. Gul-
brandsen’s coming here was the most likely reason—something to do with
the Gulbrandsen Trust. Money, in fact. Suppose that there had been em-
points? To just one person—”
“Lewis Serrocold?”
“Lewis Serrocold….”
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