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slept through that night.'
    'Ah,' Mrs Pargeter murmured peaceably. 'Rather a pity, that, wasn't it?'
    'Why?'
    'Well, if you'd heard something, you might have been able to save Mrs Selsby.'
    'I hardly think so. She died immediately.' Fearing that this had given away too much, Mrs Mendlingham lamely added, 'I gather.'
    'Yes. Yes. That's what I gather, too,' Mrs Pargeter reassured her. 'Did you know Mrs Selsby well?' she asked diffidently.
    'No. No. Well, you get to know people when you're living in the same building, of course you do. But I didn't know her well, no.'
    'Did you like her?'
    The shoulders shrugged in the plum-coloured coat. 'We were hardly soul-mates. She was a bit of a busybody.'
    'Always nosing her way into other people's business, you mean?'
    'Yes.'
    'A bit of a tell-tale, too . . . ?' Mrs Pargeter floated this idea with care. She had no basis but instinct for the suggestion. 'Tended to sneak to Miss Naismith, did she . . . ?'
    Her instinct had been right.
    'Yes,' Mrs Mendlingham replied. 'Always. If she found out a secret about someone, she was incapable of keeping it to herself.'
    'Did she find out anything about you . . . ?'
    Mrs Mendlingham opened her mouth to reply, then thought better of it and took refuge in her old-lady vagueness. 'I don't know what you're talking about.'
    Not for the first time, Mrs Pargeter found herself wondering how much of an act Mrs Mendlingham's senility was. Frequently the old lady appeared almost completely gaga, but she was also capable of sustained concentration, and at times the sharp intelligence in her faded eyes was positively disturbing.
    Mrs Pargeter tried another tack. 'Miss Naismith asked to see you this morning.'
    The old eyes stared unfocused towards the dunes on the other side of the river. Mrs Pargeter repeated her sentence.
    'What? Oh yes.' But Mrs Mendlingham still seemed to be giving only part of her attention.
    'Apart from your telling her about seeing me last night, may I ask what else you talked about?'
    Mrs Mendlingham was too disturbed by the thought of Miss Naismith to notice the directness of Mrs Pargeter's inquisition. 'Miss Naismith,' she mumbled, 'is a cruel woman.'
    'Cruel because she wants you to move out of the Devereux?' hazarded Mrs Pargeter.
    This was greeted by a little cracked laugh. 'She won't succeed, you know. You can get anything you want in this life with money. That's all she cares about. For all her airs, Miss Naismith will do anything for the right amount of money.'
    In the strange atmosphere between them Mrs Pargeter felt she could risk another impertinent question. 'Are you a wealthy woman, Mrs Mendlingham?'
    She got no reply except another laugh, but it was a laugh full of confidence, cunning and even triumph, a laugh that said, 'Yes, now I'm a very wealthy woman.'
    'And you're still sure you saw nothing on the first-floor landing two nights ago?'
    The eyes came into sudden sharp focus. 'Nothing.' The word was almost spat out. 'Nothing. Nothing happened on the landing that night. You'll never find out about anything happening on the landing that night. And I wouldn't advise you to be nosey, Mrs . . . Mrs Whatever-your-name-is. Nosey people can get hurt, you know.'
    Abruptly, with another manic giggle, Mrs Mendlingham rose to her feet, shook her coat around her, pulled her fur hat down over her ears, and set off walking briskly along the front towards the Devereux.
    CHAPTER 16
    Mrs Pargeter did not follow. She did not think that she would elicit much more from Mrs Mendlingham that morning. Besides, the information she had got was plenty to set her thinking, to start all kinds of hares racing across her mind. So she sat, pensively cocooned in her mink, until her feet began to grow numb with cold. Then she rose and briskly followed Mrs Mendlingham's route back to the Devereux.
    When she had taken off her coat and boots, she went down to the Seaview Lounge. It was about half an hour till lunchtime, and the room was empty, except for the