perhaps he suspected something – and that later, if there was publicity in the papers as there might be after Belle Goedler's death, he would realise that in her he had found a gold mine.
'And she was committed to the fraud now. She'd established herself as Letitia Blacklog. With the Bank. With Mrs. Goedler. The only snag was this rather dubious Swiss hotel clerk, an unreliable character, and possibly a blackmailer. If only he were out of the way – she'd be safe.
'Perhaps she made it all up as a kind of fantasy first. She'd been starved of emotion and drama in her life. She pleased herself by working out the details. How would she go about getting rid of him?
'She made her plan. And at last she decided to act on it. She told her story of a sham hold-up at a party to Rudi Scherz, explained that she wanted a stranger to act the part of the 'gangster,' and offered him a generous sum for his cooperation.
'And the fact that he agreed without any suspicion is what makes me quite certain that Scherz had no idea that he had any kind of hold over her. To him she was just a rather foolish old woman, very ready to part with money.
'She gave him the advertisement to insert, arranged for him to pay a visit to Little Paddocks to study the geography of the house, and showed him the spot where she would meet him and let him into the house on the night in question. Dora Bunner, of course, knew nothing about all this.
'The day came-' He paused.
Miss Marple took up the tale in her gentle voice.
'She must have spent a very miserable day. You see, it still wasn't too late to draw back… Dora Bunner told us that Letty was frightened that day and she must have been frightened. Frightened of what she was going to do, frightened of the plan going wrong – but not frightened enough to draw back.
'It had been fun, perhaps, getting the revolver out of Colonel Easterbrook's collar drawer. Taking along eggs, or jam – slipping upstairs in the empty house. It had been fun getting the second door in the drawing-room oiled, so that it would open and shut noiselessly. Fun suggesting the moving of the table outside the door so that Phillipa's flower arrangements would show to better advantage. It may have all seemed like a game. But what was going to happen next definitely wasn't a game any longer. Oh, yes, she was frightened… Dora Bunner was right about that.'
'All the same, she went through with it,' said Craddock. 'And it all went according to plan. She went out just after six to 'shut up the ducks,' and she let Scherz in then and gave him the mask and cloak and gloves and the torch. Then, at 6:30, when the clock begins to chime, she's ready by that table near the archway with her hand on the cigarette-box. It's all so natural. Patrick, acting as host, has gone for the drinks. She, the hostess, is fetching the cigarettes. She's judged, quite correctly, that when the clock begins to chime, everyone will look at the clock. They did. Only one person, the devoted Dora, kept her eyes fixed on her friend. And she told us, in her very first statement, exactly what Miss Blacklog did. She said that Miss Blacklog had picked up the vase of violets.
'She'd previously frayed the cord of the lamp so that the wires were nearly bare. The whole thing only took a second. The cigarette-box, the vase and the little switch were all close together. She picked up the violets, spilt the water on the frayed place, and switched on the lamp. Water's a good conductor of electricity. The wires fused.'
'Just like the other afternoon at the Vicarage,' said Bunch. 'That's what startled you so, wasn't it, Aunt Jane?'
'Yes, my dear. I've been puzzling about those lights. I'd realised that there were two lamps, a pair, and that one had been changed for the other – probably during the night.'
'That's right,' said Craddock. 'When Fletcher examined that lamp the next morning it was, like all the others, perfectly in order, no frayed flex or fused wires.'
'I'd understood what Dora Bunner meant by saying it had been the shepherdess the night before,' said Miss Marple, 'but I fell into the error of thinking, as she thought, that Patrick had been responsible. The interesting thing about Dora Bunner was that she was quite unreliable in repeating things she had heard – she always used her imagination to exaggerate or distort them, and was usually wrong in what she thought – but she was quite accurate about the things she saw. She saw Letitia pick up the violets-'
'And she saw what she described as a flash and a crackle,' put in Craddock.
'And of course, when dear Bunch spilt the water from the Christmas roses on to the lamp wire – I realised at once that only Miss Blacklog herself could have fused the lights because only she was near that table.'
'I could kick myself,' said Craddock. 'Dora Bunner even prattled about a burn on the table where someone had 'put their cigarette down' – but nobody had even lit a cigarette… And the violets were dead because there was no water in the vase – a slip on Letitia's part – she ought to have filled it up again. But I suppose she thought nobody would notice and as a matter of fact Miss Bunner was quite ready to believe that she herself had put no water in the vase to begin with.'
He went on:
'She was highly suggestible, of course. And Miss Blacklog took advantage of that more than once. Bunny's suspicions of Patrick were I think, induced by her.'
'Why pick on me?' demanded Patrick in an aggrieved tone.
'It was not, I think, a serious suggestion – but it would keep Bunny distracted from any suspicion that Miss Blacklog might be stage managering the business. Well, we know what happened next. As soon as the lights went and everyone was exclaiming, she slipped out through the previously oiled door and up behind Rudi Scherz who was flashing his torch round the room and playing his part with gusto. I don't suppose he realised for a moment she was there behind him with her gardening gloves pulled on and the revolver in her hand. She waits till the torch reaches the spot she must aim for – the wall near which she is supposed to be standing. Then she fires rapidly twice and as he swings round startled, she holds the revolver close to his body and fires again. She lets the revolver fall by his body, throws her gloves carelessly on the hall table, then back through the other door and across to where she had been standing when the lights went out. She nicked her ear – I don't quite know how-'
'Nail scissors, I expect,' said Miss Marple. 'Just a snip on the lobe of the ear lets out a lot of blood. That was very good psychology, of course. The actual blood running down over her white blouse made it seem certain that she had been shot at, and that it had been a near miss.'
'It ought to have gone off quite all right,' said Craddock. 'Dora Bunner's insistence that Scherz had definitely aimed at Miss Blacklog had its uses. Without meaning it, Dora Bunner conveyed the impression that she'd actually seen her friend wounded. It might have been brought in Suicide or Accidental Death. And the case would have been closed. That it was kept open is due to Miss Marple here.'
'Oh, no, no.' Miss Marple shook her head energetically. 'Any little efforts on my part were quite incidental. It was you who weren't satisfied, Mr. Craddock. It was you who wouldn't let the case be closed.'
'I wasn't happy about it,' said Craddock. 'I knew it was all wrong somewhere. But I didn't see where it was wrong, till you showed me. And after that Miss Blacklog had a real piece of bad luck. I discovered that that second door had been tampered with. Until that moment, whatever we agreed might have happened – we'd nothing to go upon but a pretty theory. But that oiled door was evidence. And I hit upon it by pure chance – by catching hold of a handle by mistake.'
'I think you were led to it, Inspector,' said Miss Marple. 'But then I'm old-fashioned.'
'So the hunt was up again,' said Craddock. 'But this time with a difference. We were looking now for someone with a motive to kill Letitia Blacklog.'
'And there was someone with a motive, and Miss Blacklog knew it,' said Miss Marple. 'I think she recognised Phillipa almost at once. Because Sonia Goedler seems to have been one of the very few people who had been admitted to Charlotte 's privacy. And when one is old (you wouldn't know this yet, Mr. Craddock) one has a much better memory for a face you've seen when you were young than you have for anyone you've only met a year or two ago. Phillipa must have been just about the same age as her mother was when Charlotte remembered her, and she was very like her mother. The odd thing is that I think Charlotte was very pleased to recognise Phillipa. She became very fond of Phillipa and I think, unconsciously, it helped to stifle any qualms of conscience she may have had. She told herself that when she inherited the money, she was going to look after Phillipa. She would treat her as a daughter. Phillipa and Harry should live with her. She felt quite happy and beneficent about it. But once the Inspector began asking questions and finding out about 'Pip and Emma' Charlotte became very uneasy. She didn't want to make a scapegoat of Phillipa. Her whole idea had been to make the business look like a hold-up
