“Ben Black? It is!” Gertrude said in despair. “God forgive me. What have I done?”
“Unless I’ve got my facts muddled, you haven’t done anything at all,” Laura said. “You fumigated on Christmas Eve after visiting me, am I right?”
Gertrude nodded.
“That was in the afternoon? You locked the door and didn’t open up until today? You left the key in the lock?”
Another nod from Gertrude.
“Think about it,” Laura said. “Ben was alive and singing carols that same evening. He couldn’t have been trapped in here. See, there’s dried blood on the back of his scalp. It looks as if someone hit him over the head and dumped the body in here. Yes, we will call the police, but I don’t think you’re in any trouble.”
Over cocoa that night, with the dog asleep in front of a real log fire, Rosemary summed up the case. “What we have are two impossible crimes. One man poisoned by a harmless mince pie and another bludgeoned to death in a locked greenhouse.”
“The second crime isn’t impossible,” Laura said. “The key was in the door. Obviously the killer could get in and out. They put the body in there and locked it again thinking it might not be found for some time.”
“They?”
“Could be a man or a woman. That’s all I mean.”
“Then are we agreed that there’s only one killer?” Rosemary said.
“Let’s hope so.”
“So why was Ben Black bumped off?”
“Because he knew something about the first crime?”
“Very likely. And why did the first crime take place?”
“The death of Douglas Boon? It could have been a mistake,” Laura said. “Maybe he ate a poisoned pie intended for Ben Black.”
“I don’t think so,” Rosemary said. “Remember, Douglas was a gannet. He was guaranteed to take any pie that was offered except one of Gertrude’s.”
“Hers were on the heavy side,” Laura recalled.
“So if we assume Douglas ’s death was planned and carried out in cold blood, what did Ben find out that meant he had to be murdered as well?”
“It’s got to be something to do with the mince pie Wilbur found under the lavender bush,” Laura said.
“Another harmless pie?”
They were silent for some time, staring into the flames. “Do you think that young vicar is all he seems?” Rosemary said.
Laura frowned. “I rather like him.”
“A bad sign, usually,” Rosemary said. “Let’s go and see him tomorrow.”
“Won’t the police say we’re interfering?”
“They’re going to be ages getting to the truth, if they ever do. For them it’s all about analysing DNA evidence, and we know how long that takes. A good old-fashioned face-to-face gets a quicker result.”
Overnight it snowed and they both slept late.
“It’s the total silence, I think,” Laura said. “I always get a marvellous sleep when there’s a snowfall.”
“Whatever it is,” Rosemary said, “I’ve had a few ideas about these deaths and I’d like to try them out on you.”
After breakfast they put on wellies and took Wilbur for his longest walk yet. He was more frisky than ever, bounding through the snow regardless of that mince pie the day before. People might spurn Gertrude’s cooking, but this hound had thrived on it. Along the way, they kept a lookout for yew trees, and counted five in and around the village, and three yew hedges. Over a pre-lunch drink in a quiet corner of the pub, Rosemary unfolded her theory to Laura and it made perfect sense. They knew from experience that theories are all very well, but the proof can be more elusive. They decided to go looking for it late in the afternoon.
“Are we clear about what each of us does?” Rosemary said.
“All too clear,” Laura said. “You get the inside job while I wait out here with Wilbur and freeze.”
“He’ll be fine. He loves the snow and he’s got his coat on. Just stroll around as if you’re exercising him.”
They had parked outside the village church.
Rosemary went in and found the vicar slotting hymn numbers into the frame above the pulpit.
“Busy, I see.”
He almost dropped the numbers. “You startled me. I have a choir practice shortly.”
“I know. We had a walk this morning, and I saw the church notice board.”
“We meet earlier when the schools are on holiday.”
“A smaller choir now.”
“Sadly, yes. Plenty of trebles and altos, but only one tenor remaining. I’m going to miss Ben and Douglas dreadfully.”
“Would you mind if I stay and listen?”
He looked uneasy. “I don’t know what sort of voice they’ll be in after Christmas. There’s always a feeling of anticlimax.”
“If it’s inconvenient, Vicar, I’ll go.” She watched this challenge him. He was supposed to welcome visitors to his church.
After a moment, he said, “Stay, by all means. But I must go and turn up the heating. I don’t insist they wear vestments for practice, but I don’t like to see them in coats and scarves.”
“Of course.”
Little boys started arriving, standing around the vestry on the north side, chattering about their Christmas presents. The choir stalls gradually filled. Two women choristers appeared from the vestry and so did Colin Price. He recognised Rosemary and smiled.
The practice was due at four. Some were looking at their watches. It was already ten past. The organist played a few bars and stopped. Everyone was in place except the vicar.
There was a certain amount of coughing. Then, unexpectedly, raised voices from the direction of the vestry. The vicar was saying, “Outrageous. I can’t believe you would be so brazen.”
A female voice said, “I’ll be as brazen as I like. I’ve got what I came for and now it’s up to the police.” It was Laura.
“We’ll see about that,” the vicar said.
“Get your hands off me,” Laura said.
Rosemary got up from the pew where she was sitting and walked quickly around the pulpit to the vestry. The door was open. Inside, the vicar was grappling with Laura, pressing her against the hanging coats and scarves.
Rosemary snatched up a brass candlestick and raised it high.
Over the vicar’s shoulder Laura said, “No, Rosemary!”
Distracted, the vicar turned his head and Laura seized her chance and shoved him away. He fell into a stack of kneelers.
He shouted to Rosemary, “Don’t help her. She’s a thief. I caught her going through people’s clothes.”
Laura said, “You were right, Rosemary. There were pastry crumbs in his pocket. Oh, get out of my way, Vicar. I’m going to make a citizen’s arrest.”
She dodged past him and ran into the main part of the church in time to see a small figure making an exit through the west door.
Rosemary, some yards behind her, called out, “Laura, that man is dangerous.”
“So am I when roused,” Laura said.
