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  ‘Yes. He’d prepared a plate a few days before he went.’

  ‘Then perhaps he said he’d take the acid to bite it. Is that the right word? Anyway, she got out your caravan and backed it up to the window. There’s a slope down from the garage—enough to freewheel into the lane and start on compression. The servants wouldn’t think anything odd if they heard a car in the lane. Malmsley had helped Garcia get everything ready. All she had to do was open the window, wheel the clay model over the sill into the caravan, get Garcia aboard and start off. The packing-case had already been addressed by Garcia. So she knew the address, even if he was incapable of directing her. I think myself that he had told her exactly where the warehouse was when he asked her to go there to see him, and she has admitted that he gave her a sketch-map. Probably his idea was that she should pay blackmail to him while he was there. She made another rather interesting slip over that. Do you remember how she said she was reminded of the warehouse address by a remark someone made at breakfast about Holloway? She told me—and, I think, you—that as soon as she heard the word Holloway she remembered that Garcia had said his warehouse was near the prison, and she had told him to be careful he didn’t get locked up. Holloway is a woman’s prison. Her very feeble joke would have been a little less feeble if he was blackmailing her, and the place of assignation was not Holloway, but Brixton. By giving us Holloway as the district, she was sending us off in exactly the opposite direction to the right one. We might have hunted round Holloway for weeks. I wondered if she had been the victim of a sort of word-association and I decided to go for Brixton. Luckily enough, as it turned out. As a matter of fact, she had twice fallen into the trap of substituting for the truth something that is linked with it in her mind. The first time was over the cut on her hand. It had been made when she was standing above Garcia with her hand wound in his hair. She saw me looking at the scar, decided to speak of it before I did, was perhaps, reminded subconsciously of horses’ hair, a mane gripped in the hand, rejected the idea of hair altogether and substituted reins. Have you had enough of this, Troy?’

  ‘No. I want to know all about it.’

  ‘There’s not much more. She drove Garcia to his warehouse. He’d got the keys. She murdered him there, because she was hell-bent on marrying Pilgrim, and becoming a very rich peeress, and because it was in Garcia’s power to stop her. She’s an egomaniac. She drove the caravan back to your garage and drove herself back to the Pascoes’ house in Pilgrim’s car. The distance to the warehouse is thirty miles. At that time of night she’d do it easily in an hour and a half. She must have been back at the studio by three and probably got to the Pascoes’ by half-past. Even supposing she lost her way—and I don’t think she would, because there’s a good map in the caravan—she’d a margin of two hours before there was a chance of the servants being about.’

  ‘Why didn’t you think it was Pilgrim?’

  ‘I wondered if it was Pilgrim, of course. After we had checked all the alibis, it seemed to me that Pilgrim and Valmai Seacliff were by far the most likely. I even wondered if Pilgrim had drugged Seacliff with aspirin instead of Seacliff drugging Pilgrim—until she lied about her cut hand, her horsemanship and the address of the warehouse. On top of that there was the glove and the smell of the raincoat. She said she had taken the aspirins Pilgrim gave her. We found that she hadn’t. We found that she had aspirins of her own in the evening bag she had taken to Boxover. Why should she pretend she had none? And why, after all, should Pilgrim kill Garcia? He had paid Sonia off, but as far as we know, Garcia had kept out of the picture where Pilgrim was concerned. Garcia was tackling Valmai Seacliff, not Pilgrim. No, the weight of evidence was against her. She lied where an innocent woman would not have lied. And—I’m finishing up where I began—I think that an innocent person would not have pressed Sonia down upon the point of that knife after she had cried out. She would not have disregarded that first convulsive start. She murdered Sonia, knowing the knife was there, as deliberately as she murdered Garcia.’

  ‘Will they find her guilty?’

  ‘I don’t know, Troy. Her behaviour when we arrested her was pretty damning. She turned on Pilgrim like a wild cat because he kept saying he’d swear she’d never worn the coat. If he’d said she had often worn it, half our case would have gone up in smoke.’

  Alleyn was silent for a moment, and then knelt down on the rug beside Troy.

  ‘Has this all made a great difference to you?’ he said. ‘Is it going to take you a long time to put it behind you?’

  ‘I don’t know. It’s been a bit of a shock for all of us.’

  ‘For Pilgrim—yes. The others will be dining out on it in no time. Not you.’

  ‘I think I’m sort of stunned. It’s not that I liked any of them much. It’s just the feeling of all the vindictiveness in the house. It’s so disquieting to remember what Seacliff’s thoughts must have been during the last week. I almost feel I ought to have a priest in with bell and book to purify the house. And now—the thought of the trial is unspeakably shocking. I don’t know where—I am—’

  She turned helplessly towards Alleyn and in a moment she was in his arms.

  ‘No, no,’ said Troy. ‘I mustn’t. You mustn’t think—’

  ‘I know.’ Alleyn held her strongly. He could feel her heart beating secretly against his own. Everything about him, the trees, the ground beneath him, and the clouds in the still autumn sky, rose like bright images in his mind and vanished in a wave of exultation. He was alone in the world with her. And with that moment of supremacy before him came the full assurance that he must not take it. He knew quite certainly that he must not take it. He knew quite certainly that he must let his moment go by. He heard Troy’s voice and bent his head down.

  ‘—you mustn’t think because I turn to you—’

  ‘It’s all right,’ said Alleyn. ‘I love you, and I know. Don’t worry.’

  They were both silent for a little while.

  ‘Shall I tell you,’ said Alleyn at last, ‘what I think? I think that if we had met again in a different way you might have loved me. But because of all that has happened your thoughts of me are spoiled. There’s an association of cold and rather horrible officiousness. Well, perhaps it’s not quite as bad as all that, but my job has come between us. You know, at first I thought you disliked me very much. You were so prickly. Then I began to hope a little. Don’t cry, dear Troy. It’s a great moment for me, this. Don’t think I misunderstand. You so nearly love me, don’t you?’ For the first time his voice shook.

  ‘So nearly.’

  ‘Then,’ said Alleyn, ‘I shall still allow myself to hope a little.’

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  Artists in Crime first published in Great Britain by Geoffrey Bles 1938

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