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A POCKET FULL OF RYE BY AGATHA CHRISTIE

“Really? How interesting.”

“There’s one other thing, Mrs. Percival.

Do you know anything about blackbirds?”

Jennifer Fortescue started violently. She

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dropped her handbag on the floor and bent to

pick it up.

“Blackbirds, Inspector? Blackbirds? What

kind of blackbirds?”

Her voice was rather breathless. Smiling a

little. Inspector Neele said:

“Just blackbirds. Alive or dead or even, shall we say, symbolical?”

Jennifer Fortescue said sharply,

“I don’t know what you mean. I don’t

know what you’re talking about.”

“You don’t know anything about blackbirds, then, Mrs. Fortescue?”

She said slowly:

“I suppose you mean the ones last summer

in the pie. All very silly.”

“There were some left on the library table,

too, weren’t there?”

“It was all a very silly practical joke. I don’t

know who’s been talking to you about it. Mr.

Fortescue, my father-in-law, was very much

annoyed by it.”

“Just annoyed? Nothing more?”

“Oh. I see what you mean. Yes, I suppose–yes,

it’s true. He asked us if there were

any strangers about the place.”

“Strangers!” Inspector Neele raised his

eyebrows.

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“Well, that’s what he said,” said Mrs.

Percival defensively.

“Strangers,” repeated Inspector Neele

thoughtfully. Then he asked, “Did he seem

afraid in any way?”

“Afraid? I don’t know what you mean.”

“Nervous. About strangers, I mean.”

“Yes. Yes, he did, rather. Of course I don’t

remember very well. It was several months

ago, you know. I don’t think it was anything

except a silly practical joke. Crump perhaps.

I really do think that Crump is a very

unbalanced man, and I’m perfectly certain

that he drinks. He’s really very insolent in his

manner sometimes. I’ve sometimes wondered

if he could have had a grudge against Mr.

Fortescue. Do you think that’s possible,

Inspector?”

”Anything’s possible,” said Inspector

Neele and went away.

&.. ,, JJ

Percival Fortescue was in London, but

Inspector Neele found Lancelot sitting with

his wife in the library. They were playing

chess together.

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“I don’t want to interrupt you,” said

Neele, apologetically.

“We’re only killing time. Inspector, aren’t

we. Pat?”

Pat nodded.

“I expect you’ll think it’s rather a foolish

question I’m asking you,” said Neele. “Do

you know anything about blackbirds, Mr.

Fortescue?”

“Blackbirds?” Lance looked amused.

“What kind of blackbirds? Do you mean

genuine birds, or the slave trade?”

Inspector Neele said with a sudden,

disarming smile:

“I’m not sure what I mean, Mr. Fortescue.

It’s just that a mention of blackbirds has

turned up.”

“Good Lord.” Lancelot looked suddenly

alert, “Not the old Blackbird Mine, I

suppose?”

Inspector Neele said sharply:

“The Blackbird Mine? What was that?”

Lance frowned in a puzzled fashion.

“The trouble is. Inspector, that I can’t

really remember much myself. I just have a

vague idea about some shady transaction in

my papa’s past. Something on the West Coast

of Africa. Aunt Effie I believe, once threw it

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in his teeth, but I can’t remember anything

definite about it.”

“Aunt EfFie? That will be Miss Ramsbottom,

won’t it?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll go and ask her about it,” said

Inspector Neele. He added ruefully, “She’s

rather a formidable old lady, Mr. Fortescue.

Always makes me feel quite nervous.”

Lance laughed.

“Yes. Aunt Effie is certainly a character, but she may be helpful to you. Inspector, if

you get on the right side other. Especially if

you’re delving into the past. She’s got an

excellent memory, she takes a positive

pleasure in remembering anything that’s

detrimental in any way.” He added thoughtfully,

“There’s something else. I went up to

see her, you know, soon after I got back here.

Immediately after tea that day, as a matter of

fact. And she was talking about Gladys. The

maid who got killed. Not that we knew she

was dead then, of course. But Aunt Effie was

saying she was quite convinced that Gladys

knew something that she hadn’t told the

police.”

“That seems fairly certain,” said Inspector

Neele. “She’ll never tell it now, poor girl.”

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“No. It seems Aunt EfFie had given her

good advice as to spilling anything she knew.

Pity the girl didn’t take it.”

Inspector Neele nodded. Bracing himself

for the encounter he penetrated to Miss

Ramsbottom’s fortress. Rather to his surprise, he found Miss Marple there. The two

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