IV
Next—the Dorchester.
Suite1 190.
“Well, Chief-
Inspector2—” Ardwyck Fenn looked down at the card in his
hand.
“Craddock.”
“What can I do for you?”
“I hope you won’t mind if I ask you a few questions.”
“Not at all. It’s this business at Much Benham. No—what’s the actual
“Yes. That’s right. Gossington Hall.”
“Can’t think what Jason Rudd wanted to buy a place like that for. Plenty
of good Georgian houses in England—or even Queen Anne. Gossington
Hall is a
purely4 Victorian
mansion5. Where’s the attraction in that, I won-
der?”
“Oh, there’s some attraction—for some people, that is, in Victorian sta-
bility.”
“Stability? Well, perhaps you’ve got something there. Marina, I suppose,
had a feeling for stability. It’s a thing she never had herself, poor girl, so I
suppose that’s why she always
covets6 it. Perhaps this place will satisfy her
for a bit.”
“You know her well, Mr. Fenn?”
“Well? I don’t know that I’d say that. I’ve known her over a long period
of years. Known her off and on, that is to say.”
Craddock looked at him
appraisingly8. A dark man, heavily built, shrewd
eyes behind thick glasses, heavy jowl and chin, Ardwyck Fenn went on:
“The idea is, I gather, from what I read in the newspapers, that this Mrs.
Whatever-her-name-was, was poisoned by mistake. That the dose was in-
tended for Marina. Is that right?”
“Yes. That’s it. The dose was in Marina Gregg’s
cocktail9. Mrs. Badcock
spilt hers and Marina handed over her drink to her.”
“Well that seems pretty
conclusive10. I really can’t think, though, who
would want to poison Marina. Especially as Lynette Brown wasn’t there.”
“Lynette Brown?” Craddock looked slightly at sea.
Ardwyck Fenn smiled. “If Marina breaks this contract, throws up the
part—Lynette will get it and it would mean a good deal to Lynette to get it.
But for all that, I don’t imagine she’d send some emissary along with
poison. Much too melodramatic an idea.”
“It seems a little far-fetched,” said Dermot dryly.
“Ah, you’d be surprised what women will do when they’re ambitious,”
said Ardwyck Fenn. “Mind you, death mayn’t have been intended. It may
have been just to give her a fright—Enough to knock her out but not to fin-
ish her.”
Craddock shook his head. “It wasn’t a borderline dose,” he said.
“People make mistakes in doses, quite big ones.”
“Is this really your theory?”
“Oh no, it isn’t. It was only a suggestion. I’ve no theory. I was only an in-
nocent bystander.”
“Was Marina Gregg very surprised to see you?”
“Yes, it was a complete surprise to her.” He laughed amusedly. “Just
couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw me coming up the stairs. She gave
me a very nice welcome, I must say.”
“You hadn’t seen her for a long time?”
“Not for four or five years, I should say.”
“And some years before that there was a time when you and she were
very close friends, I believe?”
“Are you
insinuating11 anything in particular by that remark, Inspector
Craddock?”
There was very little change in the voice but there was something there
that had not been there before. A hint of steel, of menace. Dermot felt sud-
denly that this man would be a very ruthless opponent.
“It would be as well, I think,” said Ardwyck Fenn, “that you said exactly
what you do mean.”
“I’m quite prepared to do so, Mr. Fenn. I have to inquire into the past re-
lations of everyone who was there on that day with Marina Gregg. It
seems to have been a matter of common gossip that at the time I have just
referred to, you were wildly in love with Marina Gregg.”
Ardwyck Fenn shrugged his shoulders.
“One has these infatuations, Inspector. Fortunately, they pass.”
“It is said that she encouraged you and that later she turned you down
and that you resented the fact.”
“It is said—it is said! I suppose you read all that in
Confidential12?”
“It has been told me by quite well-informed and sensible people.”
Ardwyck Fenn threw back his head, showing the bull-like line of his
neck.
“I had a
yen13 for her at one time, yes,” he admitted. “She was a beautiful
and attractive woman and still is. To say that I ever threatened her is go-
ing a little too far. I’m never pleased to be
thwarted14, Chief-Inspector, and
most people who
thwart15 me tend to be sorry that they have done so. But
that principle applies mainly in my business life.”
“You did, I believe, use your influence to have her dropped from a pic-
ture that she was making?”
Fenn shrugged his shoulders.
“She was unsuitable for the role. There was conflict between her and
the director. I had money in that picture and I had no intention of jeopard-
izing it. It was, I assure you, purely a business transaction.”
“But perhaps Marina Gregg did not think so?”
“Oh, naturally she did not think so. She would always think that any-
thing like that was personal.”
“She actually told certain friends of hers that she was afraid of you, I be-
lieve?”
“Did she? How childish. I expect she enjoyed the sensation.”
“You think there was no need for her to be afraid of you?”
“Of course not. Whatever personal disappointment I might have had, I
soon put it behind me. I’ve always gone on the principle that where wo-
men are concerned there are as good fish in the sea as ever came out of
it.”
“A very satisfactory way to go through life, Mr. Fenn.”
“Yes, I think it is.”
“You have a wide knowledge of the moving picture world?”
“I have financial interests in it.”
“And therefore you are bound to know a lot about it?”
“Perhaps.”
“You are a man whose judgement would be worth listening to. Can you
suggest to me any person who is likely to have such a deep
grudge16 against
Marina Gregg that they would be willing to do away with her?”
“Probably a dozen,” said Ardwyck Fenn, “that is to say, if they hadn’t got
to do anything about it personally. If it was a
mere17 matter of pressing a
button in a wall, I dare say there’d be a lot of willing fingers.”
“You were there that day. You saw her and talked to her. Do you think
that amongst any of the people who were around you in that brief space of
time—from when you arrived to the moment when Heather Badcock died
—do you think that amongst them you can suggest—only suggest, mind
you, I’m asking you for nothing more than a guess—anyone who might
poison Marina Gregg?”
“I wouldn’t like to say,” said Ardwyck Fenn.
“That means that you have some idea?”
“It means that I have nothing to say on that subject. And that, Chief-In-
spector Craddock, is all you’ll get out of me.”
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