My Bones Will Keep (Mrs. Bradley) by Mitchell Gladys

Author:Mitchell, Gladys [Mitchell, Gladys]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Thomas & Mercer
Published: 2014-03-17T16:00:00+00:00

“The mention of Leith and the slip of the tongue about the Antipodes,” said Laura.

“The mention of Leith I am taking to be a deliberate attempt to test you. The Antipodes reference I am inclined to leave for further investigation. The other was no slip of the tongue. The Golden Gate, if I am right, meant something other than a geographical location. I think it referred to money.”

Laura knitted her brows.

“Down in the forest nothing stirs,” she said. “Ought it to?”

Dame Beatrice waved an apologetic claw.

“All will be gay when noontide wakes anew the butter-cups,” she said. “Meanwhile, what of our other suspects?”

“Well, we have mentioned the Corries, but you know what I think about her.”

“Like you, I think we may forget Mrs. Corrie as a suspect, although I still wish to talk with her. You did remark once, though, I believe, that the Corries did not seem the kind of people who would have consented to serve a man such as the laird.”

“No. In a way, though, Mrs. C. seemed quite the type to look after the loony Macbeth. I thought her simple and dignified and kind, and no end fond of a joke.”

“Just so. Well, the only reason for her to have murdered the laird would seem to be that she was tired of his ways and preferred those of his successor.”

Laura laughed. “Gould be,” she said. “Well, who’s next?”

“Young Grant wanted his newspaper scoop so badly that he murdered the laird and then reported the death.”

Laura laughed again.

“That rabbit? Oh, rot, whatever you may say. We agreed, long ago, I thought, that, liar though he’s proved himself to be, he isn’t a murderer.”

“I am not convinced that I fully associated myself with that opinion. What was he doing on Tannasgan?”

“I should say that he’d got reason to hope for some sort of scoop—that part of his story may be true—and had the horrors when he found out that he might have let himself in for being suspected of murder. He was in a panic all right, following me about all over the place like that. Don’t you think so?”

“I shall call upon the editor of the Freagair local newspaper,” said Dame Beatrice. “In fact, we might make it our next assignment.”

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