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Vertigo 42 Vertigo Vertigo , The City Monday, PM It Was Far Too High To See Old Broad Street Down Below, But The Windows That Traveled All The Way Around The Lozenge Shaped Room Gave As Great A View Of London As Hed Ever Seen The Thames, Westminster, St Pauls, Southwark, Everything Miniaturized He Was So High Up He Fancied Hed Almost Had An Attack Of Vertigo On The Fast Elevator That Made Only One Stop, And That One At The Top Of Tower Vertigo Jury Was Looking Down At The Thames, Moving Off In One Direction Toward Gravesend And Gallions Reach, Which He Couldnt Of Course See In The Other Direction, The Isle Of Dogs, Richmond, And Hampton Court He Tried To Picture All Of Those Ships That Had Once Steamed Toward Londons Docks, Toward Rotherhithe And The Blackwall Basin In The Not So Distant Past, And In Just Such Light As Jury Was Seeing Now, The Sun Setting On St Pauls In The Deep Sunset Hovering Over Buildings, The Outlines Blurred They Might Have Been Dark Hills He Was Looking Toward Docklands, An Area That Used To Comprise The West India Docks And Beyond To The Blackwell Basin, One Thing That Remained After The Docks Closed Eighty Some Acres Of What Was Now The Canary Wharf Estate Hundreds Of Dockers Had Once Lived And Worked There Now It Was Office Workers, Glass Buildings, And Converted Warehouses Vertigo , This Bar At The Top Of One Of The Financial Towers In The Square Mile That Made Up The City Of LondonLondons Financial Districtmight Have Been Designed To Create The Illusion Of A City Down There Or Perhaps That Thought Was Merely Brought On By The Champagne Jury Was Drinking Champagne Was Something He Never Drank And Wasnt Used To But Thats What You Got Up Here, Thats Why People Came Hereto Drink Champagne The Champagne Had Been Brought By A Waiter At The Request Of Mr Williamson, Sir The Waiter Set Down Two Glasses And Poured Into One Of Them Jury Drank He Had Forgotten Champagne He Had Certainly Forgotten Great Champagne, If Hed Ever Known It At All This Lot He Had Checked The Wine List Was Costing Mr Williamson In The Vicinity Of Quid One Bottle That Much It Was Krug Was Wine This Expensive Meant To Be Swallowed Or Just Held In The Mouth As The Eye Held On To The Barges Streaked With Orange Light There On The River The Waiter Returned With A Dish Of Incandescent Green Olives, Big Ones He Placed Them On The Counter That Ran Beneath The Window And Between The Rather Trendy Looking But Very Comfortable Chairs Jury Was There To Meet Not An Old Friend, But A Friend Of An Old Friend, Sir Oswald Maples The Friend Of The Friend Was Williamson, Who Had Ordered The Champagne Oswald Maples Had Asked Jury If He Could Spare Some Time To Talk To Tom Williamson, And Jury Said, Of Course Why To Which Oswald Had Said, Youll See Jury Filled His Glass Again Before He Moved To Another Window And Another View Of The Thames My Favorite View, Said A Voice Behind Him Jury Turned Superintendent Jury Im Tom Williamson Im Very Sorry Im Late Im Not, Said Jury, Lifting The Krug From Its Ice Bed You Will Notice This Is Considerably Below The Waterline Tom Williamson Laughed And Poured A Measure Into His Own Glass He Was A Tall Man, Taller By An Inch Than Jury Himself Fortunately, Theres A Lotsea He Raised His Glass, Tipped It Toward Jurys You Like Ships, Superintendent I Dont Know Anything About Them, Except Theres A Waterline On The Hull Tom Smiled I Love Them My Grandfather Was In The Shipping Business Down There Used To Be Steamships Of The East India Company Loaded With Stufftea, Spices, As Many As A Thousand Ships Going Toward The Docks And Barges Now Weve Got Tourist Cruisers And Speedboats Still A Lot Of River Traffic, Just Not The Same Traffic Thanks For Meeting Me The Thanks Came Without A Pause Between It And The River Traffic The Way He Talked, The Directness, As If He Didnt Want To Waste Any Time, Made Jury Smile Williamson Had Yet To Remove His Coat, Which He Now Did, And Tossed It Over One Of The Coolly Blue Amoeba Shaped Chairs An Interesting Bar To Choose, Said Jury Light Years Above The Ones I Frequent Down There He Nodded Toward The Window And Approaching Dark Do You Work In The City No I Know Nothing About Finance You Wonder Why I Chose It Jury Laughed Im Not Complaining, Believe Me It Must Have The Best Views Of Anyplace In London Yes I Dont Come Here Often He Sat Back Perhaps I Chose It Because Up Here Is Quite Literally Above It All He Sipped Some Champagne Jury Smiled Whats The All Williamson Looked Perplexed That You Want To Be Above Williamson Picked Up An Olive But Didnt Eat It He Put It On One Of The Small Paper Napkins The Waiter Had Supplied You Know A Man With The Devon Cornwall Police A Commander Macalvie Jury Was So Surprised By This Sudden Segue He Spilled His Champagne, Fortunately Only On Himself Sorry He Brushed At The Spill With A Napkin Brian Macalvie I Certainly Do But It Was Sir Oswald Maples Who Spoke To Me About You Of Course Im Sorry Im Tossing Too Many Balls In The Air He Plucked The Bottle From Its Stand And Pouredfor Each Of Them I Dont Know How Much Oswald Told You Nothing, Other Than That You Worked For The Government Code And Cipher School, GC And CS Not When He Was There, But After It Changed To GC Headquarters And Got Moved To Cheltenham Tom Williamson Nodded Jury Went On Sir Oswald Knows Im A Sucker For That Stuff I Stopped At Bletchley Park To See The Enigma Machine It Was Incredible Work They Did, Alan Turing And The Others Williamson Said, Oswald Was At Bletchley Park During The War He Was Really Into It, Very High Up I Wasnt So Much My Work Was Small Potatoes By Comparison Your Name Came Upthat Is, He Thought Of You When I Was Visiting Him One Evening In Chelsea Its About My Wife, Tess Your Wife Jury Looked Over His Shoulder, Quite Stupidly, As If He Expected To Find Tess There, Behind Their Chairs Shes Dead Somehow, Jury Had Known That, Even As He Turned To Look For Her Seventeen Years Ago He Paused Long Enough To Have Counted Every One We HadI Still Havea House In Devon, Very Large, Too Large For Us, Certainly Woods, Extensive Gardens, Tiered And Rather Italianate, I Suppose, And Too Much To Maintain, Even With The Gardener, Whos Been There For Years But Tess Wasnt Really Interested In Bringing It Back, As They Say, To Its Former Glory She Liked The Unruliness Of It, The Wildness She Was A Bit Of A Romantic, Tess It Had Grown Dark Now And The Lights Had Come On Along The Embankment And Across The River In Southwark I Met Tess In Norfolk, Along The Coast We Liked To Watch The Lights In The Harbor Thats The Other Reason I Like This Bar Down There The Lights Coming On He Stopped Jury Waited Tom Cleared His Throat And Went On I Was Talking About Our House In Devon As For Me, I Saw A Lot Of Unkempt Lawn, Tangled Vines, Rioting Weeds, And Tree Rot The Laugh Was Perfunctory, Not Happy At The Rear Of The House In The Gardens There Werearetwo Concrete Pools, Ornamental Once, I Expect Empty Now Theres A Wide Patio And A Flight Of Wide Stone Steps Urns Placed Strategically Round The Patio And At The Top And Bottom Of The Stairs He Looked Away From The Dark Thames Below, Curving In The Distance Excuse All Of The Detail, But This Is Where She Died, You See At The Bottom Of These Stairs Tess Was Given To Attacks Of Vertigo Jury Felt Disturbed By This Accounting Because He Knew Behind It Lay Another Accounting She Apparently Jury Could See The Mans Mouth Working To Get Beyond Apparently And Said It For Him Fell Williamson Nodded Her Head Hit A Stone Plinth At The Bottom Pedestal Of An Urn Grecian As If Keats Might Help Out Here Then To Keep Going, Tom Took A Pack Of Silk Cuts From His Pocket, Stuck One In His Mouth Before He Remembered To Offer The Pack To Jury, Who, After Gazing At The Cigarette For Half His Life, Declined Tom Lit One With A Cheap, No Nonsense Lighter, Which He Placed On The Table Beside The Cigarettes The Man Was Obviously Wealthy But Didnt Express It In Silver Cigarette Cases And Lighters Out Of Another Pocket He Took A Folded Paper It Was Worn With Creases From Countless Refoldings This Is A Poem She Liked By Eliot The Book Was Given Her By A Photographer Friend It Sounds Almost Like Directions For A Pose, Doesnt It Tom Smiled A Little And Read Stand On The Highest Pavement Of The Stair Lean On A Garden Urn Weave, Weave The Sunlight In Your Hair Setting Aside The Poem For The Moment, He Reached Into The Breast Pocket Of His Jacket And Took Out A Small Picture, Hardlythan A Snapshot, But Paper Of Studio Quality A Portrait In Little This Is Tess Jury Took It The Pose Is Like The Poem, Yes It Is Ive The Original Photograph At Home Tess Was Pretty Thats An Understatement, Mr Williamson Jury Felt, For Some Reason, Oddly Forlorn Tom, Please Where Is Home Devon Devon Oh, No Not That House I Live In Knightsbridge Thats Our London House Jury Went Back To The Problem, Or What He Took It To Be There Would Have Been A Police Inquiry What Was The Result Williamson Shrugged, As If The Result Were Irrelevant Open Verdict There Wasnt Enough Evidence To Determine One Way Or Another You Didnt Agree Enter, Brian Macalvie He Would Probably Have Been A Detective Inspector Seventeen Years Back Was Commander Macalviehe Wouldnt Have Been Commander Thenwas He The Primary On This Tom Shook His Head The Man In Charge Was A Chief Inspector Bishop, No, Bishoff He Was Convinced It Was Accidental There Was, Of Course, Reason To Believe It Was An Accident Because Of The Vertigo The Steps There Are High But They Were Her Steps Precisely She Was All Too Familiar With Them Chief Inspector Bishoff Made The Point That It Was Probably A Misstep, Or Something Fallen On One Of The Steps, In Her Path But It Wasnt No, Im Sure Someone Arranged To Have It Look Like An Accident But Why Did You Think That Purely On The Basis That It Wasnt Vertigo That Caused It No His Fingers Were On The Stem Of His Champagne Flute He Turned And Turned The Glass No It Was The Way Tess Was Lying He Looked Toward The Window Jury Was Sure He Wasnt Seeing London Beyond It She Was Lying With Her Arms Outflung, The Flowers Shed Been Carrying Scattered Do You Think It Was Some Sort Of Enactment Of The Figure In The Poem Tom Readlines From The Poem Still Lying On The Table Clasp Your Flowers To You With A Pained Surprise Fling Them To The Ground And Turn With A Fugitive Resentment In Your Eyes It Did Look A Little Like It Arranged What About This Photographer, Then Andrew Cleary She Called Him Angel Clare, After The Character In Tess Of The DUrbervilles She Was Very Fond Of Thomas Hardy He Had Nothing To Do With Her Death He Was In Paris Jury Was Silent For A Moment Then He Said, Was There Someone You Think Had A Reason To Kill Your Wife He Did Not Answer But Rose And Took A Couple Of Steps Toward The Window Jury Had The Strange Feeling Tom Was In Some Way Reentering His Wifes Death, Standing There As If There Were A Stone Stairway Down To Old Broad Street Then He Turned Back, Sat Down There Was An Incident, Something Pretty Dreadful That Involved Tess Five Years Before She Died I Said Incident Ridiculous It Wasthan That It Was Another Accident At The Same House, The Same Rear Gardens He Rubbed The Heel Of His Palm Against The Side Of His Head, As If Trying To Call Something Up Tess Had A Party For Some Children At Laburnum Thats The Name Of Our Devon House Six Of Them, The Children Tess Was Very Fond Of Children And We Had None, Unfortunately She Would Get Up Parties For Kids, Their Birthdays, Or Holidays, Even Arcane Welsh Or Scottish Holidays Most Of Us Have Never Heard Of He Moved His Shoulders A Little, As If Resettling A Coat Around His Neck As If He Were Cold Anywayhe Continued With The Storyat One Of These Parties At Laburnum, A Child Named Hilda Palmer Fell Into One Of The Drained Pools They Were Concrete Pools, Fairly Deep They Should Have Been Filled Or Fenced And Tess Was In The Process Of Organizing That She Was Lining Up An Exeter Firm Unfortunately It Hadnt Been Done Yet Of Course, The Kids Had Been Told Not To Play At The Rear Of The House In The Gardens Around Those Pools But Hilda Went Round, Apparently, When They Were Playing, Got Near The Pool, Missed Her Footing, And Fell In Tess Was In The House, Getting The Cake And Other Party Food Ready It Was Somebodys Birthday She Heard A Shout, Some Noise The Kids Were Supposed To Keep To The Front Of The Housethis Is A Large House, As I Told You, With Extensive Gardens And Woods What She Told Us Was That She Went Out To Investigate, But Didnt See Anything She Went Down The Steps And Looked Around, Saw Nothing, Heard Nothing, And Then She Got Closer To The Drained Pools There Was Hilda Lying Crumpled At The Bottom She Wasnt Moving Tess Said She Thought She Was Unconscious And Jumped Down Into The Pool But Hilda Wasnt Breathing She Was Dead Just Like That How Terrible Tom Closed His Eyes Briefly, Shaking His Head The Children Told Her They Were Playing Hide And Seek So They Didnt See Which Way The Others Had Gone Behind A Tree, Into The Maze, Into The Shrubbery They Were All In Different Places Nervously, Tom Picked Up His Packet Of Cigarettes And Lit One This Had Happened Over Twenty Years Before, Yet It Still Made The Mans Hands Shake That This Hilda Palmer Missed Her Footing And Fell In, This Was The Inference Drawn By Police Tom Shook His Head This Was The Inference Tess Drew No One Saw Anything When She Discovered The Girl Was Dead She Yelled For Help Elaine Davies, A Friend Of Tess, And The Kids All Came Running Tess Called The Police The Ambulance Came Detectives And All Of Their People Came So To Answer Your Question The Inference Drawn By Police Was That Hilda Palmer Was Killed By Someone That She Was Struck, And Thats What Caused Her Fall There Was A Good Deal Of Blood Tess Had It On Her Hands, Her Dress The Coroner Argued That There Appeared To Be No Reason For The Fall That Is, Unless The Child Was Given To Bouts Of Dizziness Police Said There Was Nothing Around The Pools That Anyone Could Trip Over Jury Snorted She Could Have Tripped Over Her Own Feet, Tripped Over Air I Know But That Was The Argument Why Would Someone Have Tried To Kill Her Tom Shook His Head Hilda Was Only A Child, Nine Years Old, But She Was An Unpopular Child She Was A Bit Of A Bully But Worse, She Had Even Gotten Some Adult Backs Up Because She Seemed To Be Able To Ferret Out Information, God Knows How, And Would Hold It Over Peoples Heads Blackmail, Then Tom Shrugged Something Like That He Pulled Their Champagne Bottle Out Of The Cooler, Saw It Was Empty, Shoved It Back In I Wouldnt Mind A Whiskey, Myself You Orchampagne A Whiskey Would Be Fine Brand You Choose Tom Motioned A Waiter Over And Ordered Laphroaig Not What Jury Would Have Chosen, Only Because He Couldnt Afford It Once The Waiter Left, Tom Went On At The Inquest There Was A Great Deal Of Disagreement As To What Had Happened Not Everyone Believed Hilda Was Struck And Shoved Into The Pool Some Thought It, As Tess Had Reported It, An Accident And That The Blow To The Head Had Come When She Hit The Bottom There Are Big Pieces Of Broken Cement Down There, Chunks Of It, And Rocks As Well Those Would Have Been Quite Different Events, Though Not According To Police Forensics The Forensic Testimony Was Rather Amazing Both Of Them Had Very Good Evidence For Reaching These Conclusions Finally, It Was An Open Verdict The Evidence Wasnt Conclusive It Was Tess Who Was Under Siege, He Said, Turning To Jury It Was Tess Who Would Have Been Indictedand She Was, By The Mother And Others People Held Tess Responsible It Was Her Property The Children Were On They Were In Her Care Tess Should Never Have Allowed Them To Be Around Those Unfenced Pools God Knows Hildas Mother Blamed Her She Was In A Rage She Had To Be Physically Restrained Grief, Of Course, Explained Much Of It But The Hatred Of Tess Never Stopped The Waiter Appeared And Set Down The Two Drinks, Offered Snacks, Which They Both Declined Jury Took A Drink Of The Pricy Whiskey Do You Think Theres A Good Possibility That The Mother Murdered Your Wife It Was Five Years Later, I Know A Bit Long For Revenge Hamlet Managed Had This Woman Tried To Contact Tess During Those Five Years Oh, Yes A Number Of Times Then Did The Devon Police See This Palmer Woman As A Viable Suspect Tom Shook His Head The Chief Inspector Was Convinced Tesss Was An Accidental Death Vertigo Tess Was Always Taking Tumbles, Catching Her High Heel On A Curb Or Uneven Pavement, Miscalculating A Step Downthat Sort Of Thing The Way She Fell Down Those Steps, The Way Her Head Hit The Base Of The Urnall Of It Appeared Evidence Of An Accident They Were Silent For A Moment Then Jury Said, Was There Something You Wanted Me To Do, Tom Yes When I Was Talking To Oswald, He Said He Had A Good Friend Who Was A Superintendent At New Scotland Yard That Got Me Thinking Well, Ill Certainly Understand If You Dont Tom Williamson Rubbed Again At His Wrist At The Place Where The Watch Wasnt Jury Wondered What Had Happened To It If I Dont Want To Have A Word With Commander Macalvie You Mean Try To Reopen The Case That Would Be Somewhatunorthodox, Wouldnt It Someone In My Position Interfering With Someone In His Position To Say Nothing Of Being Highly Improper, Against Every Tenet Of Police Procedure, Against Propriety, And, Probably, Against The Queen Jury Could Hardly Wait To Ring Him Right Sorry I Know Its A Harebrained Idea Tom Williamson Tossed Back The Rest Of His Whiskey Not At All I Can Understand How Hard It Must Be, Not Knowing How Many Other Platitudes Had Jury Got Waiting In The Wings But, Yes, I Dont Mind Putting A Question To Mr Macalvie Hes A Friend Of Mine Tom Looked As If Hed Just Been Given The City Below Them That Would Be Extremely Kind But, Listen If By Some Miracle Police Did Reinvestigate Your Wifes Death And Found It Was Murder, What Then What Would You Do What Could You Do Tom Thought For A Moment Well, I Expect Id Better Get A Solicitor Jury Looked Puzzled Tom Smiled Wryly Because Id Be The Prime Suspect My Wife Was A Very Wealthy Woman He Pulled The Empty Bottle Of Krug Out Of The Bed Of Ice This Kind Of Wealthy Smiling Slightly, Jury Said, If Youre To Be The Prime Suspect, I Take It You Have An Alibi I Was In London As A Matter Of Fact I Was Visiting Oswald That Should Do It Jury Set Down His Glass Tom Said, Suddenly, Where Are You Going After This, Superintendent Going Nowhere Back To My Digs I Live In Islington Tom Had His Mobile Out And Said, Would You Pardon Me For A Moment While I Make This Call Of Course Jury Was Happy To Be Alone Here At The Top Of Tower , Looking Out On A London That At This Point Was Inaccessible To Him And He To It He Rose To Move Closer To The Window Tess Williamson Would Not Have Been Able To Look Down On London Without Being Terrified, He Supposed Tom Williamson Was Back, Sitting Down, Picking Up His Drink Jury Joined Him I Canceled A Dinner Engagement I Wonder If Youd Like To Have Dinner With Me I Was Thinking Of The Zetter In Clerkenwell Its Close To Islington, So You Wouldnt Be Too Inconvenienced Getting Home Do You Know It The Zetter Was Where He Had Met Lu Aguilar She Had Then Beena Detective Inspector With Islington Police And She Was Now, After A Terrible Car Wreck And Its Aftermath Of Weeks In A Coma, Back Home In Brazil She Had Regained Consciousness, But The Consciousness Wasnt Telling Her Much Jury Was A Stranger Oh, Yes I Know It Ce Texte Fait R F Rence L Dition BrochThe Character Sketches Grimes Provides Aresatisfying Than Other Authors Full Portraits Longtime Fans Will Find This Tale Fully Worthy Of Jury And His Regulars Kirkus Grimes, Recipient Of The Grand Master Award Of The Mystery Writers Of America In , Shows What Mastery Is All About In This Compelling New Richard Jury Mystery Many Murders Occupy Jury As He Confronts The Puzzle Of The Past, And Grimes Ingeniously Links All Of Them To Hitchcock One Of The Highlights In A Stellar Series Booklist Starred Review Four Years Is Much Too Long To Go Without A Wonderfully Loopy Martha Grimes Mystery Featuring Her Scotland Yard Detective, Superintendent Richard Jury, And His Eccentric Friendsand Their Dogs A Forlorn Staffordshire Terrier Named Stanley Makes An Appearance In Vertigo , As Do A Winsome Stray Named Joey And Some Unnamed Pit Bulls Victimized In A Cruel Dogfighting Racket Operating Under The Radar In London Hurting An Animal Is Like Betraying A Friend To Grimes, Who Draws On Literature To Develop Her Themes Of Friendship And Loyalty And Extend Them To Jurys Murder Case Marilyn Stasio The New York Times Grimes, Who Excels In Atmosphere As Well As Plot, Again Concocts An Absorbing Tale With A Nod To And A Clever Twist On Alfred Hitchcocks Classic Vertigo, She Treats Readers To An Intelligent, Literary Whodunit Marked By Her Wit, Her Wisdom And, Most Of All, Her Sympathetic Understanding Of Humanity Richmond Times Dispatch It S Been Four Years Since I Had A Chance To Delight In The Company Of Superintendent Richard Jury Of Scotland Yard And I M So Glad He S Back He And His Colleagues Are Grand Companions Once Again, Martha Grimes Has Written A Whodunit With Terrific Characters And A Grand Plot Mixed With Her Unique Droll Wit Vertigo Is One Smart Mystery Susan Isaacs, Bestselling Author Of The Goldberg Variations Vertigo Showcases Martha Grimess Talent For Twisty Plots, Clever Characters, And Witty Dialogue Richard Jury Fans Are Sure To Enjoy The Latest Addition To This Beloved Series Laura Griffin, Bestselling Author Of Far Gone Like All Great Satirists, Ms Grimes Sees The World From The Other Side Of The Looking Glass And Invites Us To Come Along For A Wild And Wacky Ride Nelson DeMille, Bestselling Author Of The Panther Gloriously QuirkyGrimes Is No Slouch At Creating Vivid Characters The Seattle Times Ce Texte Fait R F Rence L Dition Broch

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