What Happened At Hazelwood
Michael Innes
Language: English
Pages: 180
ISBN: 1842327593
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The Simney family, of Hazlewood Hall, have a dubious history. Sir George Simney, who was travelling in Australia before the baronetcy fell to him, sleeps with a shotgun by his side. When he is found dead in the library, the Reverend Adrian Deamer will not rest until he has discovered who is responsible. This is an absorbing tale narrated by Simney’s widow, Nicolette, and by young Harold, who has just joined the CID.
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unnecessary expression of urbane wonder, rather as a sophisticated Elizabethan gentleman, not himself given to extensive voyaging, might have regarded a brace of painted savages imported by Sir Francis Drake or Sir Walter Raleigh. Moreover he had summoned Timmy to him and on the pretext of making friendly offers to help with the luggage was keeping the sullen youth at his side – thereby designing, I don’t doubt, to exhibit a beguiling little genealogical problem as prominently as possible to any
I had problems of my own to consider that night; and for a time I was quite content to leave the Simneys to their own remote affairs. But I began to get interested when I noticed how Gerard was feeling as the meal wore on. At first he had joined in this Dismal Swamp business civilly, on the whole, but incisively enough. Then he seemed to grow puzzled, and presently said very little. And I had an obscure feeling that it was important to gather what he was feeling puzzled about. ‘Bally mean
the drive, and one could just distinguish that he had later retreated as he came. There was no doubt that a little way along the terrace somebody else had emerged from the house and made his way to a spot just beneath the study window – and this, of course, must have been the courageous Mervyn Cockayne. There was every sign of some sort of dust-up or flurry, in the snow, so that nothing contradicted his story of a struggle with the intruder. All this could still be read in the snow, and it
drawn in anger. ‘Yes it was,’ she repeated. ‘Some girl in the village–’ Bevis, who had glanced round the room and seen that the parlour-maid was still present, abruptly interrupted. ‘Willoughby,’ he said, ‘I didn’t like the way you were hunching your shoulders this afternoon. It contracts the chest, my boy, and that means that you have to hold your breath or the aim goes nowhere. And you were having binocular trouble, too. Continuity of glance–’ ‘A very young girl–’ ‘–and uniformity of
letters must be concealed. ‘The next day, when my husband struck me, and told me he had seen my lover, I knew that I could safely wait no longer, and I made my plan. I would get the letters from him by force, or he would be sorry for it.’ ‘Good heavens!’ Hippias was staring at me in astonishment. ‘Robbery under arms.’ ‘I proposed to myself something like that. But I knew that it was not a simple thing to achieve. My husband, who so delighted in trapping people, must be made to see or believe