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Inspector Alleyn 3-Book Collection 2: Death in Ecstasy, Vintage Murder, Artists in Crime
Ngaio Marsh
Commemorating 75 years since the Empress of Crime’s first book, the second volume in a set of omnibus editions presenting the complete run of 32 Inspector Alleyn mysteries.DEATH IN ECSTASYWho slipped cyanide into the ceremonial wine of ecstasy at the House of the Sacred Flame? The other initiates and the High Priest claim to be above earthly passions. But Roderick Alleyn discovers that the victim had provoked lust and jealousy, and he suspects that more evil still lurks behind the Sign of the Sacred Flame…VINTAGE MURDERNew Zealand theatrical manager Alfred Meyer is planning a surprise for his wife's birthday - a jeroboam of champagne descending gently onto the stage after the performance. But, as Roderick Alleyn witnesses, something goes horribly wrong. Is the death the product of Maori superstitions - or something more down to earth?ARTISTS IN CRIMEIt starts as an art exercise - the knife under the drape, the pose outlined in chalk. But when Agatha Troy returns to her class, the scene has been re-enacted: the model is dead, fixed in the most dramatic pose Troy has ever seen. It's a difficult case for Chief Detective Inspector Alleyn. Is the woman he loves really a murderess…?
Ngaio Marsh
Ngaio Marsh Volume 2
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Death in Ecstasy first published in Great Britain by Geoffrey Bles 1936 Vintage Murder first published in Great Britain by Geoffrey Bles 1937 Artists in Crime first published in Great Britain by Geoffrey Bles 1938 Portrait of Troy and Death on the Air first published in Great Britain in Death on the Air and Other Stories by HarperCollinsPublishers 1995
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Contents
Cover (#u9ca7c6c5-20d1-5ebf-9d1d-56f3cde2f109)
Title Page (#u24f8de5c-2084-5e01-bb18-46b0aca50349)
Copyright (#ua5bc9ea3-7eed-531f-aa0a-58a76331a038)
INTRODUCTION: Portrait of Troy (#u5e518416-cc05-59c1-84ce-204a821a0ab9)
Death in Ecstasy (#u0300c997-1010-56b0-838a-435ce67b6fbd)
Vintage Murder (#u6c8c9bff-8b0e-5c89-8b07-a33f19a4f328)
Artists in Crime (#ueda032b6-d2e2-5294-b15f-e3b952cdc617)
Keep Reading (#u9475dfe4-c890-57e8-b2c0-764ceb55263f)
BONUS STORY: Portrait of Troy (#ue6052627-6286-5952-899c-01abfa1cec1b)
Also by the Author (#ua44887e8-8a6d-5851-82cc-b0b19c55948b)
About the Publisher (#u7e3b4631-2417-56c3-83d2-b2408bf33cb8)
PORTRAIT OF TROY (#ulink_c30387c9-63fe-5b31-965f-cc71effc0fef)
Troy made her entrance with the sixth of the books about Alleyn. In those days, I still painted quite a lot and quite seriously, and was inclined to look upon everything I saw in terms of possible subject matter.
On a voyage out to New Zealand from England, we called at Suva. The day was overcast, still and sultry. The kind of day when sounds have an uncanny clarity, and colour an added sharpness and intensity. The wharf at Suva, as seen from the boat-deck of the Niagara, was remarkable in these respects: the acid green of a bale of bananas packed in their own leaves; the tall Fijian with a mop of hair dyed screaming magenta, this colour repeated in the sari of an Indian woman; the slap of bare feet on wet boards and the deep voices that sounded as if they were projected through pipes. All these elements made their impressions, and I felt a great itch for a paint brush between my fingers.
The ship drew away, the wharf receded, and I was left with an unattempted, non-existent picture that is as vivid today as it was then.
I don’t think it is overdoing it to say that when I began Artists in Crime, it was this feeling of unfulfilment that led me to put another painter on another boat deck making a sketch of the wharf at Suva and that she made a much better job of it than I ever would have done.
This was Troy. It was in this setting that she and Alleyn first met.
I have always tried to keep the settings of my books as far as possible within the confines of my own experience. Having found Troy and decided that Alleyn was to find her, too, the rest of the book developed in the milieu of a painters’ community. It was written before capital punishment was abolished in Great Britain, and Troy shared my own repugnance for that terrible practice: I had talked with a detective-inspector and learnt that there were more men in the force who were for abolition than was commonly supposed. I knew Alleyn would be one of them. He would sense that the shadow of the death penalty lay between himself and Troy. It was not until the end of the next book, Death in a White Tie, that they came finally together. In Death and the Dancing Footman, they are already married.
My London agent, I remember, was a bit dubious about marrying Alleyn off. There is a school of thought that considers love interest, where the investigating character is involved, should be kept off stage in detective fiction or at least handled in a rather gingerly fashion and got rid of with alacrity. Conan Doyle seems to have taken this view.
‘To Sherlock Holmes she is always the woman’, he begins, writing of Irene Adler. But after a couple of sentences expressive of romantic attachment, he knocks that idea sideways by stating that, as far as Holmes was concerned, all emotions (sexual attraction in particular) were ‘abhorrent to his cold, precise, but admirably balanced mind’.
So much for Miss Adler.
An exception to the negative attitude appears in Bentley’s classic Trent’s Last Case, where the devotion of Trent for one of the suspects is a basic ingredient of the investigation. Dorothy L Sayers, however, turns the whole thing inside out by herself regrettably falling in love with her own creation and making rather an ass of both of them in the process.
Troy came along at a time when thoroughly nice girls were often called Dulcie, Edith, Cecily, Mona, Madeleine. Even, alas, Gladys. I wanted her to have a plain, rather down-to-earth first name and thought of Agatha – not because of Christie – and a rather odd surname that went well with it, so she became Agatha Troy and always signed her pictures ‘Troy’ and was so addressed by everyone. Death in a White Tie might have been called Siege of Troy.
Her painting is far from academic but not always non-figurative. One of its most distinguished characteristics is a very subtle sense of movement brought about by the interrelationships of form and line. Her greatest regret is that she never painted the portrait of Isabella Sommita, which was commissioned in the book I am at present writing. The diva was to have been portrayed with her mouth wide open, letting fly with her celebrated A above high C. It is questionable whether she would have been pleased with the result. It would have been called Top Note.
Troy and Alleyn suit each other. Neither impinges upon the other’s work without being asked, with the result that in Troy’s case she does ask pretty often, sometimes gets argumentative and uptight over the answer and almost always ends up by following the suggestion. She misses Alleyn very much when they are separated. This is often the case, given the nature of their work, and on such occasions each feels incomplete and they write to each other like lovers.
Perhaps it is advisable, on grounds of credibility, not to make too much of the number of times coincidence mixes Troy up in her husband’s cases: a situation that he embraces with mixed feelings. She is a reticent character and as sensitive as a sea urchin, but she learns to assume and even feel a certain detachment.
‘After all,’ she has said to herself, ‘I married him and I would be a very boring wife if I spent half my time wincing and showing sensitive.’
I like Troy. When I am writing about her, I can see her with her shortish dark hair, thin face and hands. She’s absentminded, shy and funny, and she can paint like nobody’s business. I’m always glad when other people like her, too.
Death in Ecstasy (#ulink_53ab9a78-c799-5c38-b97a-bef8c09bc5e7)
DEATH IN ECSTASY
Dedication (#u4421a5fd-dd2f-5bb6-bbd0-112f2c38b574)
For the family in Kent
Contents
Cover (#u0300c997-1010-56b0-838a-435ce67b6fbd)
Title Page (#uc0cdfdb7-472f-5105-a518-091adaef44df)
Dedication (#u027dfc1e-9115-5f73-ba0b-cc22ef62521c)
The Characters in the Case (#ueed7ddef-3189-5be4-a7de-15be9b9df647)
Foreword (#ud8694d10-f473-5037-beba-aafe0bad55ec)
PART ONE (#u42d62085-46f0-5642-aa1d-d39615c54411)
1 Entrance to a Cul-de-sac (#u120f0b72-85a7-579e-baae-b6f95e2f4e92)
2 The House of the Sacred Flame (#ue89ea1c6-efdd-5be4-a395-9cf9cff8ad43)
3 Death of an Ecstatic Spinster (#ufeab0b49-77eb-5a23-980d-646144e9752e)
4 The Yard (#u8638d9e5-77d7-5c7a-8b5e-50352606ba57)
5 A Priest and Two Acolytes (#ud72724a7-b5a9-5486-a603-d315d3a50893)
6 Mrs Candour and Mr Ogden (#u7e4e6d28-21d5-51a9-8e8a-4f2076ff031c)
7 Janey and Maurice (#u37224bee-39fd-58cc-842e-3b9fa41a3de7)
8 The Temperament of M. de Ravigne (#u74bc479d-56f0-5e00-8000-bbe546ff4688)
9 Miss Wade (#u8892d89b-b6c1-51d7-b06b-c7cab031f0dd)
10 A Piece of Paper and a Bottle (#u979d2bcc-43d5-5cac-874a-f8340e8e925a)
11 Contents of a Desk, a Safe, and a Bookcase (#u630f3b37-2996-5edf-a4aa-d416fe1f2f5a)
12 Alleyn Takes Stock (#u22f21e32-4d7c-5403-937b-6f0c5cca0e29)
PART TWO (#ub246470c-a11b-53ba-b81d-185ae2f7b929)
13 Nannie (#ubf149233-f178-5d82-8d67-f662d8b967b4)
14 Nigel Takes Stock (#ub1c5d5c5-ad0f-50d9-948b-8c5dbb5bb17f)
15 Father Garnette Explores the Contents of a Mare’s Nest (#ua882f288-b776-5904-ba26-eee87fb44489)
16 Mr Ogden Puts his Trust in Policemen (#ub5087e8a-e728-5491-b982-17cd85a0caa6)
17 Mr Ogden Grows Less Trustful (#u57bde214-455a-5325-997b-819594ed07de)
18 Contribution from Miss Wade (#ue9b0f3ab-ffad-553e-9c1b-a89bf77822ac)
19 Alleyn Looks for a Flat (#u216895dc-4b87-554c-8437-30b036007786)
20 Fools Step In (#uca5ae4bc-5a9e-5360-b168-2f9d61db63cf)
21 Janey Breaks a Promise (#u1bff607c-f267-5104-b84f-521e381a9d35)
22 Sidelight on Mrs Candour (#u87f54120-88bf-5331-855b-16800e34065a)
23 Mr Ogden at Home (#u00539df3-a8e6-556b-a42b-e9c64220225e)
24 Maurice Speaks (#u5d334f6a-6428-5c32-bf6e-691765c01d2f)
25 Alleyn Snuffs the Flame (#u0fb3ea84-48e8-504b-9912-56d02ebee2ae)
Foreword (#ulink_1ff85b1b-70c9-541b-8242-1acf272c25c5)
In case the House of the Sacred Flame might be thought to bear a superficial resemblance to any existing church or institution, I hasten to say that if any similarity exists it is purely fortuitous. The House of the Sacred Flame, its officials, and its congregation are all imaginative and exist only in Knocklatchers Row. None, as far as I am aware, has any prototype in any part of the world.
My grateful thanks are due to Robin Page for his advice in the matter of sodium cyanide; to Guy Cotterill for the plan of the House of the Sacred Flame, and to Robin Adamson for his fiendish ingenuity in the matter of home-brewed poisons.
NGAIO MARSH
Christchurch, New Zealand
Part One (#ulink_a1aef7e9-7c60-5d45-9ae7-781d561d4798)
CHAPTER 1 Entrance to a Cul-de-sac (#ulink_3e3f12f5-4896-5e87-818d-fff8a9a5dfa6)
On a pouring wet Sunday night in December of last year a special meeting was held at the House of the Sacred Flame in Knocklatchers Row.
There are many strange places of worship in London, and many remarkable sects. The blank face of a Cockney Sunday masks a kind of activity, intermittent but intense. All sorts of queer little religions squeak, like mice in the wainscoting, behind its tedious façade.
Perhaps these devotional side-shows satisfy in some measure the need for colour, self-expression and excitement in the otherwise drab lives of their devotees. They may supply a mild substitute for the orgies of a more robust age. No other explanation quite accounts for the extraordinary assortment of persons that may be found in their congregations.
Why, for instance, should old Miss Wade beat her way down the King’s Road against a vicious lash of rain and in the teeth of a gale that set the shop signs creaking and threatened to drive her umbrella back into her face? She would have been better off in her bed-sitting-room with a gas-fire and her library book.
Why had Mr Samuel J. Ogden dressed himself in uncomfortable clothes and left his apartment in York Square for the smelly discomfort of a taxi and the prospect of two hours without a cigar?
What induced Cara Quayne to exchange the amenities of her little house in Shepherd Market for a dismal perspective of wet pavements and a deserted Piccadilly?
What more insistent pleasure drew M. de Ravigne away from his Van Goghs, and the satisfying austerity of his flat in Lowndes Square?
If this question had been put to these persons, each of them, in his or her fashion, would have answered untruthfully. All of them would have suggested that they went to the House of the Sacred Flame because it was the right thing to do. M. de Ravigne would not have replied that he went because he was madly in love with Cara Quayne; Cara Quayne would not have admitted that she found in the services an outlet for an intolerable urge towards exhibitionism. Miss Wade would have died rather than confess that she worshipped, not God, but the Reverend Jasper Garnette. As for Mr Ogden, he would have broken out immediately into a long discourse in which the words ‘uplift,’ ‘renooal,’ and ‘spiritual regeneration’ would have sounded again and again, for Mr Ogden was so like an American as to be quite fabulous.
