On the one side was the railway embankment, on the other was a high wall which enclosed some tall factory buildings. Lucy followed the lane until it came out into a street of small houses. She could hear a short distance away the busy hum of main road traffic. She glanced at her watch. A woman came out of a house nearby and Lucy stopped her.
'Excuse me, can you tell me if there is a public telephone near here?'
'Post Office just at the corner of the road.'
Lucy thanked her and walked along until she came to the post office which was a combination shop and post office. There was a telephone box at one side. Lucy went into it and made a call. She asked to speak to Miss Marple. A woman's voice spoke in a sharp bark.
'She's resting. And I'm not going to disturb her! She needs her rest – she's an old lady. Who shall I say called?'
'Miss Eyelesbarrow. There's no need to disturb her. Just tell her that I've arrived and everything is going on well and that I'll let her know when I've any news.'
She replaced the receiver and made her way back to Rutherford Hall.
Chapter 5
I
'I suppose it will be all right if I just practise a few iron shots in the park?' asked Lucy.
'Oh, yes, certainly. Are you fond of golf?'
'I'm not much good, but I like to keep in practice. It's a more agreeable form of exercise than just going for a walk.'
'Nowhere to walk outside this place,' growled Mr. Crackenthorpe. 'Nothing but pavements and miserable little band boxes of houses. Like to get hold of my land and build more of them. But they won't until I'm dead. And I'm not going to die to oblige anybody. I can tell you that! Not to oblige anybody.'
Emma Crackenthorpe said mildly: 'Now, Father.'
'I know what they think – and what they're waiting for. All of 'em. Cedric, and that sly fox Harold with his smug face. As for Alfred, I wonder he hasn't had a shot at bumping me off himself. Not sure he didn't, at Christmas-time. That was a very odd turn I had. Puzzled old Quimper . He asked me a lot of discreet questions.'
'Everyone gets these digestive upsets now and again. Father.'
'All right, all right, say straight out that I ate too much! That's what you mean. And why did I eat too much? Because there was too much food on the table, far too much. Wasteful and extravagant. And that reminds me – you, young woman. Five potatoes you sent in for lunch – goodsized ones too. Two potatoes are enough for anybody. So don't send in more than four in future. The extra one was wasted today.'
'It wasn't wasted, Mr. Crackenthorpe. I've planned to use it in a Spanish omelet tonight.'
'Urgh!' As Lucy went out of the room carrying the coffee tray she heard him say, 'Slick young woman, that, always got all the answers. Cooks well, though – and she's a handsome kind of girl.'
Lucy Eyelesbarrow took a light iron out of the set of golf clubs she had had the forethought to bring with her, and strolled out into the park, climbing over the fencing.
She began playing a series of shots. After five minutes or so, a ball, apparently sliced, pitched on the side of the railway embankment. Lucy went up and began to hunt about for it. She looked back towards the house. It was a long way away and nobody was in the least interested in what she was doing. She continued to hunt for the ball. Now and then she played shots from the embankment down into the grass.
During the afternoon she searched about a third of the embankment. Nothing.
She played her ball back towards the house.
Then, on the next day, she came upon something. A thorn bush growing about half-way up the bank had been snapped off.
Bits of it lay scattered about. Lucy examined the tree itself. Impaled on one of the thorns was a torn scrap of fur. It was almost the same colour as the wood, a pale brownish colour. Lucy looked at it for a moment, then she took a pair of scissors out of her pocket and snipped it carefully in half. The half she had snipped off she put in an envelope which she had in her pocket.
She came down the steep slope searching about for anything else. She looked carefully at the rough grass of the field. She thought she could distinguish a kind of track which someone had made walking through the long grass. But it was very faint – not nearly so clear as her own tracks were. It must have been made some time ago and it was too sketchy for her to be sure that it was not merely imagination on her part.
She began to hunt carefully down in the grass at the foot of the embankment just below the broken thorn bush. Presently her search was rewarded. She found a powder compact, a small cheap enamelled affair.
She wrapped it in her handkerchief and put it in her pocket. She searched on but did not find anything more.
On the following afternoon, she got into her car and went to see her invalid aunt.
Emma Crackenthorpe said kindly, 'Don't hurry back. We shan't want you until dinnertime.'
'Thank you, but I shall be back by six at the latest.'
No. 4 Madison Road was a small drab house in a small drab street. It had very clean Nottingham lace curtains, a shining white doorstep and a well-polished brass door handle. The door was opened by a tall, grim- looking woman, dressed in black with a large knob of iron-grey hair.
She eyed Lucy in suspicious appraisal as she showed her in to Miss Marple.
Miss Marple was occupying the back sitting-room which looked out on to a small tidy square of garden. It was aggressively clean with a lot of mats and doilies, a great many china ornaments, a rather big Jacobean suite and two ferns in pots. Miss Marple was sitting in a big chair by the fire busily engaged in crocheting.
Lucy came in and shut the door. She sat down in the chair facing Miss Marple.
'Well!' she said. 'It looks as though you were right.'
She produced her finds and gave the details of their finding.
A faint flush of achievement came into Miss Marple's cheeks.
'Perhaps one ought not to feel so,' she said, 'but it is rather gratifying to form a theory and get proof that it is correct!'
She fingered the small tuft of fur.
'Elspeth said the woman was wearing a light-coloured fur coat. I suppose the compact was in the pocket of the coat and fell out as the body rolled down the slope. It doesn't seem distinctive in any way, but it may help. You didn't take all the fur?'
'No, I left half of it on the thorn bush.' Miss Marple nodded approval.
'Quite right. You are very intelligent, my dear. The police will want to check exactly.'
'You are going to the police – with these things?'
'Well – not quite yet…' Miss Marple considered: 'It would be better, I think, to find the body first. Don't you?'
'Yes, but isn't that rather a tall order? I mean, granting that your estimate is correct. The murderer pushed the body out of the train, then presumably got out himself at Brackhampton and at some time – probably that same night – came along and removed the body. But what happened after that? He may have taken it anywhere.'
'Not anywhere,' said Miss Marple. 'I don't think you've followed the thing to its logical conclusion, my dear Miss Eyelesbarrow.'
'Do call me Lucy. Why not anywhere?'
'Because, if so, he might much more easily have killed the girl in some lonely spot and driven the body away from there. You haven't appreciated –'
Lucy interrupted.
