often there, because I’m in the show at the Palladium and Claude is at Madame Karen’s in Sloane Street and—”
“I do not yet know your names.”
“Lionel, you are perfectly maddening,” said Claude. “I’m Claude Wheatley, Inspector Alleyn, and this is Lionel Smith.”
Alleyn wrote these names down with the address, and added in brackets: “Gemini, possibly heavenly.”
M. de Ravigne came forward and bowed.
“Raoul Honore Christophe Jerome de Ravigne, monsieur. I live at Branscombe Chambers, Lowndes Square. My card.”
“Thank you, M. de Ravigne. And now will you all please show me exactly how you were placed while the cup was passed round the circle. I understand the ceremony took place in the centre of this area.”
After a moment’s silence the priest came forward.
“I stood here,” he said, “with the chalice in my hands, Mr. Ogden knelt on my right, and Mrs. Candour on my left.”
“That is correct, sir,” agreed Ogden and moved into place. “Miss Jenkins was on my right, I guess.”
“Yes,” said that lady, “and Maurice on mine.”
Mrs. Candour came forward reluctantly and stood on Garnette’s left.
“M. de Ravigne was beside me,” she whispered.
“Certainly.” M. de Ravigne took up his position and Miss Wade slipped in beside him.
“I was here,” she said, “between Mr. de Ravigne and Mr. Pringle.”
“That completes the circle,” said Alleyn. “What were the movements of the acolytes.”
“Well you see,” began Claude eagerly, “I came here — just here on Father Garnette’s right hand. I was the Ganymede you see, so I had the jug of wine. As soon as Father Garnette gave Mrs. Candour the cup, I gave her the wine. She holds the cup in her left hand and the wine in her right hand. She pours in a little wine and speaks the first god-name. You are Hagring, aren’t you Mrs. Candour?”
“I
was
,” sobbed Mrs. Candour.
“Yes. And then I take the jug and hand it to the next person and—”
“And so on,” said Alleyn. “Thank you.”
“And I was censing over here,” struck in Lionel with passionate determination. “I was censing all the time.”
“Yes,” said Alleyn; “and now, I’m afraid I’ll have to keep you all a little longer. Perhaps, Mr. Garnette, you will allow them to wait in your rooms. I am sure you would all like to get away from the scene of this tragedy. I think I hear my colleagues outside.”
There was a resounding knock on the front door.
“Oh, may I let them in?” asked Claude.
“Please do,” said Alleyn.
Claude hurried away down the aisle and opened the double doors. Seven men, three of them constables, came in, in single file, headed by a tall thick-set individual in plain clothes who removed his hat, glanced in mild surprise at the nude statues, and walked steadily up the aisle.
“Hullo, Fox,” said Alleyn.
“Evening, sir,” said Inspector Fox.
“There’s been some trouble here. One of you men go with these ladies and gentlemen into the room at the back there. Mr. Garnette will show you the way. Will you, Mr. Garnette? I’ll keep you no longer than I can possibly help. Dr. Kasbek, if you wouldn’t mind waiting here—”
“Look here,” said Maurice Pringle suddenly. “I’m damned if I can see why we should be herded about like a mob of sheep. What has happened? Is she murdered?”
“Very probably,” said Alleyn coolly. “Nobody is going to herd you, Mr. Pringle. You are going to wait quietly and reasonably while we make the necessary investigations. Off you go.”
“But—”
“I knew,” cried Mrs. Candour suddenly. “I knew something dreadful would happen. M. de Ravigne, didn’t I tell you?”
“If you please, madame!” said de Ravigne with great firmness.
“All that sort of thing should have been kept out,” said little Miss Wade. “It should never—”
“I think we had better follow instructions,” interrupted Father Garnette loudly. “Will you all follow me?”
They trooped
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