position of the figure is chalked on the floor. When she took the pose, Sonia fitted her right hip and leg into the chalk marks, and then slid down until the whole of her right side was on the floor. One of the students would move her until she was inside the marks. Then she let the torso go over until her left shoulder touched the floor. The left hip was off the ground. I could draw it for you.’
Alleyn opened his notebook at a clean page and handed it to her with his pencil. Troy swept a dozen lines down and gave it back to him.
‘Wonderful!’ said Alleyn, ‘to be able to do that—so easily.’
‘I’m not likely to forget that pose,’ said Troy dryly.
‘What about the drape? Didn’t that cover the chalk-marks?’
‘Only in places. It fell from a suspension-point on the cushion to the floor. As she went down, she carried it with her. The accidental folds that came that way were more interesting than any laboured arrangement. When the students made their experiment they found the place where the heart would be, quite easily, inside the trace on the floor. The crack passed through this point. Hatchett put a pencil through the crack and they marked the position on the underside of the throne.’
‘Is there any possibility that they repeated this performance for some reason on Friday and forgot to withdraw the dagger?’
‘I thought of that at once, naturally. I asked them. I begged them to tell me.’ Troy moved her long hands restlessly. ‘Anything,’ she said, ‘anything rather than the thought of one of them deliberately—there’s no reason. I—I can’t bear to think of it. As if a beastly unclean thing was in one of their minds, behind all of us. And then, suddenly, crawled out and did this.’
He heard her draw in her breath sharply. She turned her head away.
Alleyn swore softly.
‘Oh, don’t pay any attention to me,’ said Troy impatiently. ‘I’m all right. About Friday. We had the morning class as usual from ten o’clock to twelve-thirty, with that pose. We all lunched at one. Then we went up to London. The private view of the Phoenix Group Show was on Friday night, and several of us had things in it. Valmai Seacliff and Basil Pilgrim, who were engaged to be married, left in his two-seater immediately after lunch. Neither of them was going to the private view. They were going to his people’s place, to break the engagement news, I imagine. Katti Bostock and I left in my car at about half-past two. Hatchett, Phillida Lee and Ormerin caught the three o’clock bus. Malmsley wanted to do some work, so he stayed behind until six, went up in the six-fifteen bus and joined us later at the show. I believe Phillida Lee and Hatchett had a meal together and went to a show. She took him to her aunt’s house in London for the weekend, I fancy.’
‘And the model?’
‘Caught the three o’clock bus. I don’t know where she went or what she did. She came back with Malmsley, Ormerin, Hatchett and Phillida Lee by yesterday evening’s bus.’
‘When Friday’s class broke up, did you all leave the studio together and come up to the house?’
‘I—let me think for a moment. No, I can’t remember; but usually we come up in dribbles. Some of them go on working, and they have to clean up their palettes and so on. Wait a second. Katti and I came up together before the others. That’s all I can tell you.’
‘Would the studio be locked before you went to London’
‘No.’ Troy turned her head and looked squarely at him.
‘Why not?’ asked Alleyn.
‘Because of Garcia.’
‘Blackman told me about Garcia. He stayed behind, didn’t he?’
‘Yes.’
‘Alone?’
‘Yes,’ said Troy unhappily. ‘Quite alone.’
There was a tap at the door. It opened and Blackman appeared, silhouetted against the brightly lit hall.
‘The doctor’s here, Mr Alleyn, and I think the car from London is just arriving.’
‘Right,’ said Alleyn. ‘I’ll come.’
Blackman moved away. Alleyn rose and looked down at Troy in her armchair.
‘Perhaps I may see you again before I go?’
‘I’ll be here or with the others in the dining-room. It’s a bit grim sitting round there under the eye of the village constable.’
‘I hope it won’t be for very long,’ said Alleyn.
Troy suddenly held out her hand.
‘I’m glad it’s you,’ she said.
They shook hands.
‘I’ll try to be as inoffensive as possible,’ Alleyn told her.
‘Goodbye for the moment.’
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