A Murder is Announced

‘No, I didn’t. Actually I had no recollection of ever having seen him before. These boys at hotel reception desks all look exactly alike. We had had a very pleasant time at Montreux and the proprietor there had been extremely obliging, so I tried to be as civil as possible and said I hoped he was enjoying being in England, and he said, yes, that his father had sent him over for six months to learn the hotel business. It all seemed quite natural.’

‘And your next encounter?’

‘About—yes, it must have been ten days ago, he suddenly turned up here. I was very surprised to see him. He apologized for troubling me, but said I was the only person he knew in England. He told me that he urgently needed money to return to Switzerland as his mother was dangerously ill.’

‘But Letty didn’t give it to him,’ Miss Bunner put in breathlessly.

‘It was a thoroughly fishy story,’ said Miss Blacklock, with vigour. ‘I made up my mind that he was definitely a wrong ’un. That story about wanting the money to return to Switzerland was nonsense. His father could easily have wired for arrangements to have been made in this country. These hotel people are all in with each other. I suspected that he’d been embezzling money or something of that kind.’ She paused and said dryly: ‘In case you think I’m hardhearted, I was secretary for many years to a big financier and one becomes wary about appeals for money. I know simply all the hard-luck stories there are.

‘The only thing that did surprise me,’ she added thoughtfully, ‘was that he gave in so easily. He went away at once without any more argument. It’s as though he had never expected to get the money.’

‘Do you think now, looking back on it, that his coming was really by way of a pretext to spy out the land?’

Miss Blacklock nodded her head vigorously.

‘That’s exactly what I do think—now. He made certain remarks as I let him out—about the rooms. He said, “You have a very nice dining-room” (which of course it isn’t—it’s a horrid dark little room) just as an excuse to look inside. And then he sprang forward and unfastened the front door, said, “Let me.” I think now he wanted to have a look at the fastening. Actually, like most people round here, we never lock the front door until it gets dark. Anyone could walk in.’

‘And the side door? There is a side door to the garden, I understand?’

‘Yes. I went out through it to shut up the ducks not long before the people arrived.’

‘Was it locked when you went out?’

Miss Blacklock frowned.

‘I can’t remember … I think so. I certainly locked it when I came in.’

‘That would be about quarter-past six?’

‘Somewhere about then.’

‘And the front door?’

‘That’s not usually locked until later.’

‘Then Scherz could have walked in quite easily that way. Or he could have slipped in whilst you were out shutting up the ducks. He’d already spied out the lie of the land and had probably noted various places of concealment—cupboards, etc. Yes, that all seems quite clear.’

‘I beg your pardon, it isn’t at all clear,’ said Miss Blacklock. ‘Why on earth should anyone take all that elaborate trouble to come and burgle this house and stage that silly sort of hold-up?’

‘Do you keep much money in the house, Miss Blacklock?’

‘About five pounds in that desk there, and perhaps a pound or two in my purse.’

‘Jewellery?’

‘A couple of rings and brooches, and the cameos I’m wearing. You must agree with me, Inspector, that the whole thing’s absurd.’

‘It wasn’t burglary at all,’ cried Miss Bunner. ‘I’ve told you so, Letty, all along. It was revenge! Because you wouldn’t give him that money! He deliberately shot at you—twice.’

‘Ah,’ said Craddock. ‘We’ll come now to last night. What happened exactly, Miss Blacklock? Tell me in your own words as nearly as you can remember.’

Miss Blacklock reflected a moment.

‘The clock struck,’ she said. ‘The one on the mantelpiece. I remember saying that if anything were going to happen it would have to happen soon. And then the clock struck. We all listened to it without saying anything. It chimes, you know. It chimed the two quarters and then, quite suddenly, the lights went out.’

‘What lights were on?’

‘The wall brackets in here and the further room. The standard lamp and the two small reading lamps weren’t on.’

‘Was there a flash first, or a noise when the lights went out?’

‘I don’t think so.’

‘I’m sure there was a flash,’ said Dora Bunner. ‘And a cracking noise. Dangerous!’

‘And then, Miss Blacklock?’

‘The door opened—’

‘Which door? There are two in the room.’

‘Oh, this door in here. The one in the other room doesn’t open. It’s a dummy. The door opened and there he was—a masked man with a revolver. It just seemed too fantastic for words, but of course at the time I just thought it was a silly joke. He said something—I forget what—’

‘Hands up or I shoot!’ supplied Miss Bunner, dramatically.

‘Something like that,’ said Miss Blacklock, rather doubtfully.

‘And you all put your hands up?’

‘Oh, yes,’ said Miss Bunner. ‘We all did. I mean, it was part of it.’

‘I didn’t,’ said Miss Blacklock crisply. ‘It seemed so utterly silly. And I was annoyed by the whole thing.’

‘And then?’

‘The flashlight was right in my eyes. It dazzled me. And then, quite incredibly, I heard a bullet whizz past me and hit the wall by my head. Somebody shrieked and then I felt a burning pain in my ear and heard the second report.’

‘It was terrifying,’ put in Miss Bunner.

‘And what happened next, Miss Blacklock?’

‘It’s difficult to say—I was so staggered by the pain and the surprise. The—the figure turned away and seemed to stumble and then there was another shot and his torch went out and everybody began pushing and calling out. All banging into each other.’

‘Where were you standing, Miss Blacklock?’

‘She was over by the table. She’d got that vase of violets in her hand,’ said Miss Bunner breathlessly.

‘I was over here.’ Miss Blacklock went over to the small table by the archway. ‘Actually it was the cigarette-box I’d got in my hand.’