Tied Up In Tinsel

Tied Up In Tinsel
Ngaio Marsh

Christmas time in an isolated country house and, following a flaming row in the kitchen, there’s murder inside.When a much disliked visiting servant disappears without trace after playing Santa Claus, foul play is at once suspected – and foul play it proves to be. Only suspicion falls not on the staff but on the guests, all so unimpeachably respectable that the very thought of murder in connection with any of them seems almost heresy.When Superintendent Roderick Alleyn returns unexpectedly from a trip to Australia, it is to find his beloved wife in the thick of an intriguing mystery…

Ngaio Marsh

Tied Up in Tinsel

Dedication (#ulink_218c633c-e504-5860-a3d5-7e6dfe6bea6d)

For my Godson, Nicholas Dacres-Mannings when he grows up

Contents

Cover (#u2ae41d30-404d-5f76-9755-e07442e9b7d8)

Title Page (#u4cc867a2-f169-5cd2-892e-d4e503df0e9d)

Dedication (#u85cc8ea7-59ee-5b6d-8064-07562ba51d78)

Cast of Characters (#u9939a254-47b8-5cd6-9e1c-dec730eee410)

1 Halberds (#uccf39118-1583-5c4f-8b43-4b76ca3fb407)

2 Christmas Eve (#u46eb9f31-1337-54e9-ae62-c745f38c60bb)

3 Happy Christmas (#u6bc1c25f-322d-5203-8580-b7024425aceb)

4 The Tree and the Druid (#litres_trial_promo)

5 Alleyn (#litres_trial_promo)

6 Storm Rising (#litres_trial_promo)

7 House Work (#litres_trial_promo)

8 Moult (#litres_trial_promo)

9 Post Mortem (#litres_trial_promo)

10 Departure (#litres_trial_promo)

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Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)

Cast of Characters (#ulink_11fbbf2a-d75c-5e5e-a075-f776f4b15ea7)

CHAPTER 1 (#ulink_ccc42301-c47f-5231-94cd-4758637b04aa)

Halberds (#ulink_ccc42301-c47f-5231-94cd-4758637b04aa)

‘When my sire,’ said Hilary Bill-Tasman, joining the tips of his fingers, ‘was flung into penury by the Great Slump, he commenced Scrap-Merchant. You don’t mind my talking?’

‘Not at all.’

‘Thank you. When I so describe his activities I do not indulge in facezia. He went into partnership in a rag-and-bone way with my Uncle Bert Smith, who was already equipped with a horse and cart and the experience of a short lifetime. “Uncle”, by the way, is a courtesy title.’

‘Yes?’

‘You will meet him tomorrow. My sire, who was newly widowed, paid for his partnership by enlarging the business and bringing into it such items of family property as he had contrived to hide from his ravenous creditors. They included a Meissen bowl of considerable monetary though, in my opinion, little aesthetic value. My Uncle Bert, lacking expertise in the higher reaches of his profession, would no doubt have knocked off this and other heirlooms to the nearest fence. My father, however, provided him with such written authority as to clear him of any suspicion of chicanery and sent him to Bond Street, where he drove a bargain that made him blink.’

‘Splendid. Could you keep your hands as they are?’

‘I think so. They prospered. By the time I was five they had two carts and two horses and a tidy account in the bank. I congratulate you, by the way, upon making no allusion to Steptoe and Son. I rather judge my new acquaintances under that heading. My father developed an unsuspected flare for trade and, taking advantage of the Depression, bought in a low market and, after a period of acute anxiety, sold in a high one. There came a day when, wearing his best suit and the tie to which he had every right, he sold the last of his family possessions at an exorbitant price to King Farouk, with whom he was tolerably acquainted. It was a Venetian chandelier of unparalleled vulgarity.’

‘Fancy.’

‘This transaction led to most rewarding sequels, terminated only by His Majesty’s death, at which time my father had established a shop in South Molton Street while Uncle Bert presided over a fleet of carts and horses, maintaining his hold on the milieu that best suited him, but greatly increased his expertise.’

‘And you?’

‘I ? Until I was seven years old I lodged with my father and adopted uncle in a two-roomed apartment in Smalls Yard, Cheapjack Lane, E.C.4.’

‘Learning the business?’

‘You may say so. But also learning, after admittedly a somewhat piecemeal fashion, an appreciation of English literature, objets d’art and simple arithmetic. My father ordered my education. Each morning he gave me three tasks to be executed before evening when he and Uncle Bert returned from their labours. After supper he advanced my studies until I fell asleep.’

‘Poor little boy!’

‘You think so? So did my uncle and aunt. My father’s maternal connections. They are a Colonel and Mrs Forrester. You will meet them also tomorrow. They are called Fleaton and Bedelia Forrester but have always been known in the family at Uncle Flea and Aunt Bed, the facetious implication having been long forgotten.’

‘They intervened in your education?’

‘They did, indeed. Having got wind of my father’s activities they had themselves driven into the East End. Aunt Bed, then a vigorous young woman, beat on my locked door with her umbrella and when admitted gave vent to some very intemperate comments strongly but less violently seconded by her husband. They left in a rage and returned that evening with an offer.’

‘To take over your education?’

‘And me. In toto. At first my father said he’d see them damned first but in his heart he liked them very much. Since our lodging was to be demolished as an insanitary dwelling and new premises were difficult to find he yielded eventually, influenced I dare say, by threats of legal action and Child Welfare officers. Whatever the cause, I went, in the upshot, to live with Uncle Flea and Aunt Bed.’

‘Did you like it there?’

‘Yes. I didn’t lose touch with my father. He patched up his row with the Forresters and we exchanged frequent visits. By the time I was thirteen he was extremely affluent and able to pay for my education at his own old school, at which, fortunately he had put me down at birth. This relieved us to some extent from the burden of an overpowering obligation but I retain the liveliest sense of gratitude to Flea and Bed.’

‘I look forward to meeting them.’