Dust: A Richard Jury Mystery
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When an old friend pulls Richard Jury into the investigation of a wealthy bachelors murder, Jury soon finds himself in over his head with the beautiful chief inspecting officer and the false leads surrounding the once-charismatic dead man, last seen alive in a club named Dust. Available in a Premium Edition.
sat at the end of one of these narrow cobbled streets, a modest brick establishment that gave no clue as to the beautiful garden behind it, nor of one of the writers who had lived here. A plump and pleasant woman answered the door and admitted him. Housekeeper, probably. She showed him into a sitting room and excused herself, saying that Mr. Brunner was on the phone and would be along in a minute or two. When she’d left, Jury wandered into the dining room, where windows gave out onto the garden
“It’s in EC 1. 86–88 Clerk’nwell Road.” Jury wrote it down, tore off the sheet of paper, said, “Look. Right now, you’ll have to notify the hotel. Why don’t you tell the cook, whoever sent you up there, what you found. Let him be the one to tell management and let them be the ones to call in police. It’d probably be Islington police there. It would leave you right out of it. Temporarily.” Very temporarily. “So do that, will you?” “Sure. If you say so. Bloke’s name’s Maples. Says here on his
Richard, come on! No, you’re wrong, that’s all. Brunner couldn’t have done it. Wasn’t he in Berlin?” “Not on the day, or rather the night, of Billy’s shooting. He was back that evening.” Jury looked at Melrose and shook his head. “You’re not even asking me how I came to this conclusion.” “All right. How did you?” Jury told him the story of the Kindertransport and of the little boy shot dead at the station in front of his parents. “Lieutenant-General Werner Röhm.” “My God! But the parents—and
said you’d never been to Lamb House. How did you come to see Mrs. Jessup?” “Billy’s cook? When she was here. I mean in the Sloane Street flat. She’d do that, you know—come to cook for him. Them.” Melrose wondered. “All the way from Rye? She must have been quite devoted to him.” “Actually, I didn’t get the impression she liked Billy very much. Well, approved of him, I should say. How is it we get off approving or disapproving? She came up to London occasionally. I believe her family lives in
Brunner’s desk. If it weren’t for that, we might never have connected you with this murder. And if we hadn’t, we might never have found out about your sister. Annie Jessup. Billy Maples’s cook. So why don’t you just tell us what her little part in this is?” Blood had suffused Gilbert Snow’s face. “I told you, I want a solicitor. I know my rights.” “Absolutely. We’ll get you one. God knows you need one. But think of it this way: Annie Jessup might have nothing to do with this. Annie might be