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Inspector Alleyn 3-Book Collection 7: Off With His Head, Singing in the Shrouds, False Scent

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‘I’d better try my luck. Here goes.’

He walked past the window, separated from the basilisk glare by two feet of air and a panel of glass. As he mounted the steps between dead braziers half full of wet ash, the door was opened by Dulcie.

Alleyn said: ‘Miss Mardian? I wonder if I may have two words with Dame Alice Mardian?’

‘Oh, dear!’ Dulcie said. ‘I don’t honestly know if you can. I expect I ought to remember who you are, oughtn’t I, but with so many new people in the county these days it’s a bit muddly. Ordinarily I’m sure Aunt Akky would love to see you. She adores visitors. But this morning she’s awfully upset and says she won’t talk to anybody but policemen.’

‘I am a policeman.’

‘Really? How very peculiar. You are sure,’ Dulcie added, ‘that you are not just pretending to be one in order to find out about the Mardian Morris and all that?’

‘Quite sure. Here’s my card.’

‘Goodness! Well, I’ll ask Aunt Akky.’

As she forgot to shut the door Alleyn heard the conversation. ‘It’s a man who says he’s a policeman, Aunt Akky, and here’s his card. He’s a gent.’

‘I won’t stomach these filthy ’breviations.’

‘Sorry, Aunt Akky.’

‘’Any case you’re talkin’ rot. Show him in.’

So Alleyn was admitted and found her staring at his card.

‘Morning to yer,’ said Dame Alice. ‘Sit down.’

He did so.

‘This is a pretty kettle-of-fish,’ she said. ‘Ain’t it?’

‘Awful.’

‘What are you, may I ask? ’Tective?’

It wouldn’t have surprised him much if she’d asked if he were a Bow Street Runner.

‘Yes,’ he said. ‘A plain-clothes detective from Scotland Yard.’

‘Superintendent?’ she read, squinting at the card.

‘That’s it.’

‘Ha! Are you goin’ to be quick about this? Catch the feller?’

‘I expect we shall.’

‘What’d yer want to see me for?’

‘To apologize for making a nuisance of myself, to say I hope you’ll put up with us and to ask you, at the most, six questions.’

She looked at him steadily over the top of her glasses.

‘Blaze away,’ she said at last.

‘You sat on the steps there, last night, during the performance?’

‘Certainly.’

‘What step exactly?’

‘Top. Why?’

‘The top. So you had a pretty good view. Dame Alice, could William Andersen, after the mock-killing, have left the courtyard without being seen?’

‘No.’

‘Not under cover of the last dance of the Five Sons?’

‘No.’

‘Not if he crawled out?’

‘No.’

‘As he lay there could he have been struck without your noticing?’

‘No.’

‘No?’

‘No.’

‘Could his body have been brought in and put behind the stone without the manœuvre attracting your attention?’

‘No.’

‘You’re sure?’

‘Yes.’

He looked at Dulcie, who hovered uncertainly near the door. ‘You were with Dame Alice, Miss Mardian. Do you agree with what she says?’

‘Oh yes,’ Dulcie said a little vaguely, and added –‘rather!’ with a misplaced show of enthusiasm.

‘Was anyone else with you?’

‘Sam,’ Dulcie said in a hurry.
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