The Death-Cap Dancers mb-59

by Gladys Mitchell

  ‘Is that the reason for bringing Mrs Beck over?’ asked Giles. ‘To make sure they keep their mouths shut, I mean.’

  ‘Yes, sir. At any rate, it is one reason,’ Ribble replied, ‘and the same applies to the rest of you.’

  ‘I say!’ said Peter. ‘I don’t like this! Shouldn’t we have a lawyer present or something?’

  ‘As you wish, sir, but you will appreciate that if this death was not caused by a hit-and-run driver — and I have reasons for keeping an open mind about that — to insist upon having your lawyer present would hamper my enquiries because, by the time you had got in touch with him, a good deal of police time would have been lost and possible clues might have been destroyed.’

  ‘Oh, don’t be an ass, Peter,’ said Giles. ‘Do you want the inspector to think you did it? Lawyers indeed!’

  ‘Now, sir,’ said Ribble, when he had taken him across to Mrs Beck’s cottage and the warden had remained in the hostel commonroom, ‘perhaps you would give me an account of the circumstances which led to the young lady going off alone on her bicycle yesterday.’

  ‘I don’t want to say anything against her now she’s dead.’

  ‘Anything you say against her will hardly be as shocking as what somebody has done against her, sir, and may help me to apprehend this party of the second part. Either he is a cowardly and utterly callous motorist, or else, as we are inclined to suspect, we have to look for a deliberate murderer. I shall be grateful for anything you can tell me. The circumstances of this girl’s death must be cleared up, so — the whole truth, if you please, sir.’

  ‘Yes, all right, then. Well, I ought to explain that Judy was almost a newcomer to the gang. She was a replacement, in fact, for Cynthia.’ Abandoning his first attitude, Giles went into detailed explanations. There had to be nine people in the troupe. Nine was a magic and mystical number in folklore. There were the Nine Muses, the Nine Men’s Morris, the Nine Stones of Winterborne Abbas, ninepins, the nine gods of the Etruscans, the nine Worthies, the nine points of the law, Milton’s nine enfolded spheres, the nine days of Deucalion’s ark before it was stranded on Mount Parnassus.

  Ribble let him go on, realising that the young man was under more strain than he had thought. Giles continued his recitation.

  ‘Then there are “dressed up to the nines”,’ he said, ‘and the nine earths with Hela the Norse goddess of the ninth one, and there are nine Orders of angels, not to mention the nine virgin goddesses of the ancient Gallic religion, the nine days it took the rebellious angels to fall from heaven, the nine fairies of the Armorica, the nine serpents worshipped in Southern India, the nine-headed Hydra, the nine lives of a cat and the cat o’nine tails — tell me,’ he interrupted himself, ‘is one of us suspected?’

  ‘Suspected, sir?’

  ‘Oh, come now, Inspector! You wouldn’t be wasting your time with us if you even suspected that Judy was killed by a hit-and-run car. You said as much. Do you think one of us is a murderer?’

  ‘All I need to find out at present, sir, is how the deceased came to be cycling alone when she was a member of your company. According to Mrs Beck there had been some cause for disagreement between two of the young ladies.’

  ‘Good Lord! It wasn’t serious enough for Peggy to have done Judy any harm.’

  ‘Probably not, sir, but I should like to hear about it. When did the disagreement take place?’

  ‘Last Wednesday; two days ago. It wasn’t about anything much, but you know what girls are. They fly off the handle for anything or nothing. This was all about the hornpipe.’

  ‘The hornpipe, sir?’

  ‘Yes. You see we are always trying to put new things into our show, so Peter suggested this sailors’ hornpipe, and everybody thought it a good idea, catchy and sort of patriotic, if you know what I mean. I mean jolly Jack tars and all that. It was to follow a couple of sea shanties we were all going to sing. I think the real trouble was that Peggy was to play the fiddle for the hornpipe, whereas Judy thought her concertina would be better.’

  ‘Are you telling me that this was the first time the two young ladies had fallen out, sir?’

  ‘Well, they never did get along very well together. This was only one of a number of skirmishes. There was really nothing in it at all, but Judy decided to make an issue of it and took herself off on Thursday morning.’

  ‘So the quarrel was on Wednesday. How did you yourself spend Thursday?’

  ‘Plum and I went on our bikes to Gledge End to confirm the arrangements for tomorrow’s show.’

  ‘Did you catch up with or pass Judy?’

  ‘No, but I expect we were on a.different road. A number of roads from here lead across the moors.’

  ‘Only one, sir, from near the hostel.’

  ‘Oh, you mean the turning as you go towards Long Cove Bay. We went right into the town and took the main Gledge End road from there. It’s a better surface and more direct. Where was Judy when — when it happened?’

  ‘Near a turning to the village of Wayland, which is on the border of the Forestry Commission’s property. At what time did you get to Gledge End, sir?’

  ‘I don’t know exactly. We didn’t rush things. When we got to the town we had a bite to eat and then we went to the church hall and arranged the chairs ready for our show. We don’t use a stage, you see. We make a hollow rectangle to dance in and put three rows of chairs round to enclose it, so there was a quite a bit of work for us to do and we were at it until about three o’clock. Then we cycled back along the road by which we had come and got in just before the others turned up.’

  ‘Did you expect that Judy would think better of her departure and turn up again that evening?’

  ‘We thought she might have done, because otherwise we couldn’t see where she was going to sleep. We’re not booked in anywhere else until tomorrow night, but of course we didn’t know that it was impossible for her to come back.’

  ‘Well, that’s all for the present. Will you send me the gentleman who went with you to Gledge End?’

  ‘I say, are you going to question us one by one?’

  ‘Such is my intention, sir. Why?’

  ‘Well, you see, we simply must have a rehearsal tonight to make sure people can fill in for Judy. You know the saying, the show must go on. We’ve sold the tickets, you see, and it’s far too late to call the thing off.’

  ‘I shall be as expeditious as I can, sir, but surely you rehearsed earlier today at Gledge End?’

  Giles’s return to the hostel was greeted with a barrage of questions.

  ‘Did he grill you?’

  ‘Is it third-degree stuff?’

  ‘What sort of things does he ask?’

  ‘He wants to see Plum next,’ shouted Giles above the other voices. ‘And for goodness’ sake,’ he added, ‘don’t spin out the interviews, or we shall never get our rehearsal. He wants to see all of us in turn. It will take all night if you argue, so tell him what he wants to know and don’t embroider it.’

  All that Ribble wanted from Plum was confirmation of what Giles had told him. He was careful to ask no leading questions, but Plum’s answers were all in agreement with the approximate times which Giles had given him, the route the two of them had taken to get to Gledge End and the way they had occupied themselves when they had arrived there. Ribble soon dismissed him and asked him to send over the girl who had quarrelled with Judy.

  Peggy was very much on the defensive and began by blurting out the bald question: ‘You think somebody murdered Judy, don’t you?’

  ‘We have to keep all possibilities in mind, miss.’

  ‘Well, it certainly wasn’t one of us.’

  ‘If you would just answer one or two questions, miss, bearing in mind that nobody has been accused of murder or anything of the kind. My object is to eliminate, not to accuse. Now I would like to know exactly how you spent Thursday.’

  ‘I went to the hairdresser’s in Broadsands.’

  ‘You were hardly there all day, miss.’


  ‘It took me an hour and a half to cycle there and an hour and a half to cycle back, half an hour for a café lunch and an hour in the hairdresser’s.’

  ‘Can you give me the name of the hairdresser, miss?’

  ‘Yes. It is Antoine’s in Duke Street. I always go there. The assistant I always have is called Marcelle. Does that satisfy you?’

  ‘Thank you, miss.’

  ‘I suppose you’ve heard that I had a row with Judy on Wednesday. Well, we did have a few words and she took offence and went off in a temper on Thursday, but we all thought she would come back, although Giles put in a rehearsal on Thursday evening just in case.’

  ‘So you went nowhere near Gledge End on Thursday, miss?’

  ‘Of course not. I cycled into Long Cove Bay and then turned north for Broadsands. I didn’t go anywhere near Gledge End.’

  ‘May I ask why you quarrelled with Judy?’

  ‘It wasn’t so much a quarrel; just an argument. One thing led to another. It always does. It was about the music for the hornpipe at first and then it sort of hotted up and Mick got involved.’

  ‘You mean he joined in the argument?’

  ‘No. Judy and I both had a mother-complex about him. He’s only nineteen and really more like a girl than a boy. You feel protective towards him. We both did, but it didn’t bring us together. Quite the reverse, in fact.’

  ‘May I put a question which is not directly concerned with the matter at issue, miss? Do you and the rest depend upon your performances for earning a living?’

  ‘Good gracious, no! Some of us are teachers on half-term holiday, Mick is on strike from a factory office, and Judy was married and ran a play-school. Any money we make goes mostly in expenses and anything over goes to charity. Mostly we only put on a Saturday show, and that’s what we’re going to do in Gledge End. We’re really simply on holiday, cycling and walking and staying at the hostels.’

  ‘Would you know Judy’s home address? She was not wearing a wedding-ring when we found her. What was her married surname?’

  ‘She was Mrs Tyne, But I don’t know the address. I expect Giles does. He’s secretary as well as leader, so she was sure to be in his book. Running a play-school she would have to be on the telephone, too. He probably knows the number.’

  ‘Thank you for your help, miss. Would you kindly ask the youngest gentleman to come over here?’

  Mick was nervous. Ribble tried to put him at ease.

  ‘Just a few questions, sir,’ he said. ‘Perhaps only one, in fact, will be necessary. Will you tell me exactly how you spent Thursday?’

  ‘Thursday? That’s the day it happened.’

  ‘The death? Yes, that’s right, sir.’

  ‘I feel responsible, you know.’

  ‘Why is that, sir?’

  ‘The row, the disagreement, you know.’

  ‘I wouldn’t worry about that, sir. Just tell me where you went and what you did on that day.’

  ‘Willie and I have a tandem.’ (Ribble had seen one among the bicycles in the shed.) ‘We went to Crosswell on it.’ i ‘Was it customary for your party to break up in that way, sir?’

  ‘How do you mean?’

  ‘It was not your custom to remain together on the days when you were not performing?’

  ‘Quite often we did stick together, but there was this row between the two girls, you see, and anyway Plum and Giles thought they ought to go over to Gledge End to make sure everything was all right for Saturday.’

  ‘But the rest of you saw no reason why you should go with them?’

  ‘They said they didn’t need any help. Of course, they hadn’t thought about having to rearrange all the seating. We usually perform on Saturday mornings in school halls, you see, and the school arranges the chairs the way we want them before the kids go home on Friday.’

  ‘So you and Willie cycled to Crosswell on your tandem. A good long stretch, wasn’t it?’

  ‘Not on a tandem. We left at soon after nine and got back at six or thereabouts, and, of course, we didn’t hitch on the trailer which carries the dance things.’

  ‘Did you know before you started that Mrs Judy Tyne had decided to leave the party?’

  ‘We knew she had threatened it, yes. She said so the night before while the row was on. It was the night we got here. We’re only allowed three nights at the same hostel, so it was to be Wednesday, Thursday and tonight here, then the afternoon show tomorrow at Gledge End and then the night at the next Youth Hostel and back to our own homes on Sunday.’

  ‘So what did you and Willie do in Crosswell?’

  ‘We had a rather slap-up meal to which Willie treated me, and then I’m afraid all we did was to go to the cinema. Willie said we needed a rest before we did the ride back.’

  ‘Now let me get this straight, sir. You left the hostel at soon after nine, cycled thirty miles to Crosswell, had a meal — how long did the lunch take?’

  ‘About an hour, I suppose. We got to the cinema just before it opened at two o’clock.’

  ‘And left at what time?’

  ‘I don’t know.’

  ‘Did you sit through the whole programme?’

  ‘I don’t know. I always go to sleep at the pictures, and the same when I’m watching television. All I know is that Willie woke me when the lights went up and said we had better be moving.’

  ‘You must have some idea of what time it was when you left the cinema.’

  ‘Afraid not, no. It was still quite light, if that’s any help.’

  ‘To get to Crosswell you would need to go by way of Gledge End, wouldn’t you?’

  ‘Not really. We took the narrow road this side of Long Cove Bay, so we by-passed the town.’

  ‘In that case you would have passed the spot where Mrs Tyne was killed. I may as well tell you that, sir.’

  ‘But we would have been miles ahead of her, Inspector. We can kick hell out of our tandem and anyway we left the hostel before she did and did not stop anywhere until we got to Crosswell.’

  ‘Quite so, sir, I would like you to stay here while I go over to the hostel.’

  ‘Willie will confirm my story, you know.’

  ‘No doubt he will, sir. By the way, Mrs Tyne was quite a generously built lady, was she not?’

  ‘Generously built? You must be joking, Inspector. She was as thin as I am, but not quite so tall. One of our problems is that Peggy can’t get into Judy’s dance costumes and Pippa can’t dance. Are you trying to trick me? You’ve seen her body, haven’t you?’

  Ribble was not gone long. Willie confirmed Mick’s story in every particular, so the inspector took Peter and Ronnie back with him to the cottage and put one more question to Mick before he released him.

  ‘Which restaurant did you and Willie patronise in Grosswell, sir?’

  ‘Oh, we went to the Anchor and sat at the table in the far window on the left as you go in. I’m sure they’ll remember us — Willie sent back the soup because it wasn’t hot enough.’

  ‘Quite a useful alibi if one is needed,’ thought Ribble. Peter and Ronnie could offer no more help than the others had been able to give. They had left the hostel a little later than anybody else, and had cycled north-east to a holiday resort called Stone-ship where there was an indoor heated swimming pool with its own restaurant and a hall for table-tennis. There they claimed to have spent the entire day.

  All the stories would need to be confirmed by independent witnesses, Ribble decided. He dismissed the young men and asked them to send Pippa to him.

  Chapter 8: MAIDEN PINK

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  ‘There’s a lot I’ve got to tell you,’ said Pippa.

  ‘Yes, miss?’

  ‘You don’t really think one of us killed Judy, do you?’

  ‘I have to look at all the possibilities, miss.’

  ‘But what about that convict who escaped?’

  ‘It wasn’t his kind of murder. He poisoned his wife. He isn’t the violent type. We warned people that he was on
the loose, but that was so that we could get information which would lead to us being able to catch him. It wasn’t because we thought he would attack anybody.’

  ‘Not if he wanted money or food?’

  ‘Ah, that might be another matter. Now, miss, what did you want to tell me?’

  ‘Oh, aren’t you going to grill me?’

  ‘I should soon be in serious trouble if I did that, miss. There is just one question. Will you tell me exactly how you spent Thursday?’

  ‘Oh, yes, of course.’ Pippa searched his good-tempered, pleasant face, turning large, serious, dark eyes on him. She was very much like Mick, he thought, without being in the least degree pretty. He put her down as being about twenty years old, but in fact she was twenty-six. ‘I left the hostel on foot at just before ten,’ she said, ‘and spent the day with my friends.’

  ‘Where was this, miss?’

  ‘At the nearest farm. It belongs to some people called Ramsgill. It’s only about a mile and a half from here, so I didn’t take my bicycle. I thought the walk would do me good.’

  ‘So you got to the farm before eleven, miss.’

  ‘Oh, yes. 1 suppose I was there quite by half-past ten.’

  ‘Were they expecting you?’

  ‘Not exactly, but — well, no, they were not expecting me. I got to know them earlier on in the year when I was researching folk music. Mr Ramsgill’s father was living with them and I had heard on the grapevine that he knew a local version of Heather on the Moor, so I went along to ask him to sing it to me, which he did. They told me to drop in whenever I was in the neighbourhood, so when the others all had plans for the day and Judy went off in a temper after her row with Peggy, I thought of the farm and walked over there. Of course there were two things I didn’t know, but even if I had known I think I would still have gone.’

  ‘I can guess one of them, but not the other, and I don’t suppose either of them would have anything to do with my enquiry, would it, miss?’

  ‘No, of course not, but, for what they are worth, I didn’t know old Mr Ramsgill had died only the month before, and I didn’t know that a lodger had taken his place in the spare bedroom.’