III
There was a
neatly1 docketed pile of papers on Craddock’s desk at New
Scotland Yard. He gave a perfunctory glance through them, then threw a
question over his shoulder.
“Where’s Lola Brewster staying?”
“At the Savoy, sir.
Suite2 1800. She’s expecting you.”
“And Ardwyck Fenn?”
“He’s at the Dorchester. First floor, 190.”
“Good.”
He picked up some cablegrams and read through them again before
shoving them into his pocket. He smiled a moment to himself over the last
one. “Don’t say I don’t do my stuff, Aunt Jane,” he murmured under his
breath.
He went out and made his way to the Savoy.
In Lola Brewster’s suite Lola went out of her way to welcome him effus-
ively. With the report he had just read in his mind, he studied her care-
fully3. Quite a beauty still, he thought, in a lush kind of way, what you
might call a trifie overblown, perhaps, but they still liked them that way. A
completely different type, of course, from Marina Gregg. The
amenities4
over, Lola pushed back her Fiji Islander hair, drew her generous lipsticked
brown eyes, said:
“Have you come to ask me a lot more horrible questions? Like that local
“I hope they won’t be too horrible, Miss Brewster.”
“Oh, but I’m sure they will be, and I’m sure the whole thing must have
been some terrible mistake.”
“Do you really think so?”
“Yes. It’s all such nonsense. Do you really mean that someone tried to
poison Marina? Who on earth would poison Marina? She’s an absolute
sweetie, you know. Everybody loves her.”
“Including you?”
“Oh come now, Miss Brewster, wasn’t there a little trouble about eleven
or twelve years ago?”
“Oh that.” Lola waved it away. “I was terribly nervy and distraught, and
Rob and I had been having the most
frightful11 quarrels. We were neither of
us normal at the moment. Marina just fell wildly in love with him and
rushed him off his feet, the poor pet.”
“And you minded very much?”
“Well, I thought I did, Inspector. Of course I see now it was one of the
best things that ever happened for me. I was really worried about the chil-
dren, you know. Breaking up our home. I’m afraid I’d already realized
that Rob and I were
incompatible12. I expect you know I got married to Ed-
die
Groves13 as soon as the divorce went through? I think really I’d been in
love with him for a long time, but of course I didn’t want to break up my
marriage, because of the children. It’s so important, isn’t it, that children
should have a home?”
“Yet people say that actually you were terribly upset.”
“Oh, people always say things,” said Lola
vaguely14.
“You said quite a lot, didn’t you, Miss Brewster? You went about threat-
ening to shoot Marina Gregg, or so I understand.”
“I’ve told you one says things. One’s supposed to say things like that. Of
course I wouldn’t really shoot anyone.”
“In spite of taking a pot-shot at Eddie Groves some few years later?”
“Oh, that was because we’d had an argument,” said Lola. “I lost my tem-
per.”
“I have it on very good authority, Miss Brewster, that you said—and
these are your exact words or so I’m told,” (he read from a notebook)
—‘That bitch needn’t think she’ll get away with it. If I don’t shoot her now
I’ll wait and get her in some other way. I don’t care how long I wait, years
if need be, but I’ll get even with her in the end.’”
“Oh, I’m sure I never said anything of the kind,” Lola laughed.
“I’m sure, Miss Brewster, that you did.”
“People exaggerate so.” A charming smile broke over her face. “I was
says all sorts of things when one’s mad with people. But you don’t really
think I’d wait fourteen years and come across to England, and look up
Marina and drop some deadly poison into her
cocktail16 glass within three
minutes of seeing her again?”
Dermot Craddock didn’t really think so. It seemed to him wildly improb-
able. He merely said:
“I’m only pointing out to you, Miss Brewster, that there had been threats
in the past and that Marina Gregg was certainly startled and frightened to
see someone who came up the stairs that day. Naturally one feels that that
someone must have been you.”
“But darling Marina was delighted to see me! She kissed me and ex-
claimed how wonderful it was. Oh really, Inspector, I do think you’re be-
ing very, very silly.”
“In fact, you were all one big happy family?”
“Well, that’s really much more true than all the things you’ve been
thinking.”
“And you’ve no ideas that could help us in anyway? No ideas who might
have killed her?”
“I tell you nobody would have wanted to kill Marina. She’s a very silly
woman anyway. Always making terrible fusses about her health, and
changing her mind and wanting this, that and the other, and when she’s
got it being dissatisfied with it! I can’t think why people are as fond of her
as they are. Jason’s always been absolutely mad about her. What that man
has to put up with! But there it is. Everybody puts up with Marina, puts
themselves out for her. Then she gives them a sad, sweet smile and thanks
them! And
apparently17 that makes them feel that all the trouble is worth-
while. I really don’t know how she does it. You’d better put the idea that
somebody wanted to kill her right out of your head.”
“I should like to,” said Dermot Craddock. “Unfortunately I can’t put it
out of my head because, you see, it happened.”
“What do you mean, it happened, nobody has killed Marina, have they?”
“No. But the attempt was made.”
“I don’t believe it for a moment! I expect whoever it was meant to kill
the other woman all the time—the one who was killed. I expect someone
comes into money when she dies.”
“She hadn’t any money, Miss Brewster.”
“Oh well, there was some other reason. Anyway, I shouldn’t worry
about Marina if I were you. Marina is always all right!”
“Is she? She doesn’t look a very happy woman to me.”
“Oh, that’s because she makes such a song and dance about everything.
Unhappy love affairs. Not being able to have any children.”
“She adopted some children, didn’t she?” said Dermot with a lively re-
membrance of Miss Marple’s urgent voice.
“I believe she did once. It wasn’t a great success I believe. She does these
“What happened to the children she adopted?”
“I’ve no idea. They just sort of vanished after a bit. She got tired of them,
I suppose, like everything else.”
“I see,” said Dermot Craddock.
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