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Then the agency would need a day for their layout men to draw the ad out and so on, another for making the illustrations, especially if they’re half-tones, another for casting the block. About four days. It has been done in less time, of course, in emergencies and with top-level pushing.’

      ‘The photo of the old woman was posted at six,’ Swallow was murmuring to himself, ‘to reach London next morning. I say, Harry, could it be done in under a day?’

      ‘Not on your life. Now, Inspector—’

      But Swallow had hurried in.

      Robert Carmichael and Nurse Stephens were still very angry and considerably on their dignity. Swallow beamed at them a little nervously.

      ‘I’m terribly sorry about all this.’

      ‘We want—’

      ‘Oh, Carmichael,’ said the Inspector hurriedly, ‘that photo you took of Mrs Carmichael the afternoon of the tragedy, what was it for?’

      ‘I tried to tell you. Mrs Carmichael is—was—being featured in a “Toneup” advertisement, “Before and After”—you know the sort of thing.’

      ‘Yes, I’ve seen it.’

      ‘Have you? Then you’ll have noticed how terrible she looks in the “After” shot. The “Toneup” people wanted to use the advertisement again next month, and they asked for a more cheerful photograph. I was taking it, that’s all.’

      ‘Quite. Sergeant, have you got those interviews with the servants at Delver Park? Can’t think why Verity ignored them so completely.’

      ‘Yes, sir; it’s all sorted out now. The person you suspected is inside here.’

      ‘Confession?’

      The sergeant nodded.

      ‘Nurse Wimple, the night-nurse,’ he said, ‘confirms now that the maid came up about 10.30. Very tired she was and complained about running up and down stairs for invalids all day. “There now,” said the maid, “I’m so tired I’ve been and forgotten your cocoa, Nurse. And the water’s all on the boil.” Nurse Wimple said she looked so done in that she offered to go down and get it herself. I quote: “I’ll go down, dearie. You just stay here a minute.”’

      ‘Time enough,’ Swallow commented.

      ‘See, where my slave, the ugly monster Death,

       Shaking and quivering, pale and wan for fear,

      Stands aiming at me with his murdering dart.

      ‘Verity would appreciate that. Persepolis, indeed!’ Inspector Swallow snorted.

      ‘Yes, sir. And we’ve got the motive. Neurotic hatred of the invalid, built up over the years—’

      Nurse Stephens nodded in sympathy: ‘She could be hard. Look at her treatment of Sandra, Logan’s a good man.’

      ‘—and there was a good fat legacy. She knew—at least, it was common gossip according to the cook. But we didn’t get anything on the burn.’

      ‘On Mrs Carmichael’s hand?’

      ‘I know about that,’ said Nurse Stephens. ‘She used to sit in her room sometimes in her chair. She tried to poke the fire a day or so ago and nearly fell in it—caught her finger on a coal.’

      The sergeant looked a little worried. ‘I thought Verity said it showed in the photograph in the paper?’

      ‘Verity’s imagination,’ Swallow smiled. ‘The fingers had come out dark, the nicotine stains probably—you could never identify that burn smudge on a newspaper reproduction. Coincidence, though.’ Inspector Swallow sighed. ‘So it was just another simple tragedy, after all.’

      Robert Carmichael had simmered down now. He smoothed back his thinning hair.

      ‘There’s just one thing, Inspector,’ he said. ‘Why did you let that Verity fool make such a nuisance of himself, upsetting everyone?’

      Swallow paused a moment. ‘I feel I owe you some sort of apology, but it’s strictly in confidence. We had orders from the Yard to let him have his head—they’re suspicious because he happens to be around when so many murders crop up. But he had nothing to do with this one.’

      ‘Nothing at all. Ah!’ said the sergeant as a constable brought in a tray of tea mugs.

       PETER ANTONY

      ‘Peter Antony’ was an alias adopted by the Shaffer twins, Anthony and Peter, both of whom became rather more famous under their own names. The twins were born in Liverpool in 1926 and, after the family moved to London, they attended St Paul’s School and then spent three years as Bevin boys in the Kent coalfields. At the age of 21, under the name ‘Peter Antony’, the brothers collaborated on what would be the first of three mysteries, The Woman in the Wardrobe (1951), How Doth the Little Crocodile? (1952) and Withered Murder (1955). The novels feature Mr Verity, a detective cast very much in the mould of the sleuths of the Golden Age of crime and detective fiction.

      On his release from the mines, Anthony Shaffer went up to Cambridge where he read Law at Trinity. In the early 1950s, he worked as a barrister and in 1954 he married his first wife, Henrietta Glaskie. The marriage ended four years later and Glaskie named the actress Fenella Fielding and two other women in her divorce suit.

      Considerably more at home with the written word than the spoken one, Anthony did not enjoy the life of a barrister and moved into reviewing books and copy-writing for advertising company Pearl & Dean. In 1963, he produced his first play The Savage Parade, which had its roots in the abduction and trial of the Nazi Adolf Eichmann. The play was criticised by some for taking an insufficiently serious approach to the Holocaust and by others because, in the words of one critic, it included ‘so many cases of mistaken identity as to be laughable were the subject not so serious and the author so obviously well intentioned’. The young writer learned from the criticism but nonetheless carried some elements of his first play into his next, Sleuth (1970), in which he celebrated the work of John Dickson Carr and other Golden Age writers while accurately skewering the more unpleasant tropes of the genre. Described by one critic as a ‘who-dun-what-to-whom’, Sleuth was an enormous success, playing for some years in London’s West End and in New York on Broadway.

      While other stage thrillers would follow—including the over-elaborate Murderer (1975) and the unwisely titled The Case of the Oily Levantine (1977)—none would achieve the same success as Sleuth. He also wrote for the cinema, beginning with the charming Mr Forbush and the Penguins (1971) and the thriller Frenzy (1972) for Hitchcock before adapting his own play into Joseph L. Mankiewicz’s memorable film of Sleuth (1972) with Michael Caine amd Laurence Olivier. His next screenplay—for the cult mystery The Wicker Man (1973)—would eventually bring him almost as much fame as Sleuth, and he had begun his first of three high-profile Agatha Christie film adaptations, Death on the Nile (1978), before returning to his own work with another twisted mystery, Absolution (1978), directed by Anthony Page. He also worked

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