It’s all over. Already the inhabitants of Mount Moon are beginning to readjust themselves. Fabian Losse, who is fast recovering from the whack on his head, is naturally shocked and horrified by the discovery that his partner gave it to him, and appalled to think that for years he has been confiding his dearest secret to his country’s enemy. Grace’s death is no more than an additional cause for bewilderment. It’s poor consolation for Fabian that the Portuguese journalist was intercepted. He feels he’s criminally blind and stupid. He doesn’t think Grace managed to get any information away. I’m not so sure, but at all events there’s no sign of the enemy using the Losse aerial magnetic fuse. Fabian will recover. Ursula Harme will make nonsense of his scruples. They will be married and he will become an important but unknown expert, one of the ‘boys in the back room’. Miss Lynne will composedly follow her neat destiny and will never forgive herself or me for her one outburst. Young Cliff, who, of the entire set-up, would interest you, will, I hope, grow out of his megrim and return to his music. He was suffering from chronic fear, and psychological constipation. The cause has been removed. His father will doubtless continue to draft sheep and eat fire with perfect virtuosity. I’ve persuaded Losse to get rid of the abominable Albert.
I almost dare to say I may soon come home. I’ve just taken my pen again after stopping to ruminate and fill my pipe. When you pause at midnight in this house, the landscape comes in through the windows and sends something exciting down your spinal column. Out there are the plateau, the cincture of mountains, the empty sparkling air. To the north, more mountains, a plain, turbulent straits, another island, thirteen thousand miles of sea and at the far end, you.
The case is wound up but, as I stretch my cold fingers and look once again at the portrait of Florence Rubrick, I regret very much that I didn’t accept her invitation and come, before she was dead, for a weekend at Mount Moon.
All the characters and events portrayed in this work are fictitious.
DIED IN THE WOOL
A Felony & Mayhem “Vintage” mystery
PUBLISHING HISTORY
First U.K. print edition (Collins): 1945
First U.S. print edition (Little, Brown): 1945
Felony & Mayhem electronic edition: 2012
Copyright © 1941, 1969 by Ngaio Marsh
All rights reserved
E-book ISBN: 978-1-937384-47-0
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The Poisoned Chocolates Case, by Anthony Berkeley
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Ngaio Marsh, Died in the Wool
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