immediately looked frightened. âI? How do I fit in?â
âFirst, the initials of the museum as they appear on your stationery: Merrimac University MuseumâM-U-M. Second, your special interest in the culture of West Africa and its artifacts: fetishes, masks, charms, talismansâoh, and pompons.â
âI fail,â said Thorp coldly, âto see the connection.â
âThe pompon is a variety of chrysanthe mum . And if you want still another cross-reference, Mr. Thorp, thereâs a phrase to describe your special field. Surely you know it?â
Here Thorpâs erudition was apparently wanting. He shook his head.
â Mum bo jumbo,â Ellery solemnly told him.
Thorp looked astonished. Then he chuckled. âHow true. In fact, the very words come from the language of the Klassonke, a Mandingo tribe. What a quaint coincidence!â
âYes,â said Ellery; and the way he said it re-established the mood the museum manâs laughter was shattering. âAnd Mrs. Caswell. I remind you again that Chief Newby has all along thought the dying message points to you. Mum Caswell.â
Margaret Caswellâs features took on the slightest pallor. âI hardly think this is the time to be playing games, Mr. Queen. Butâall right, Iâll play, too. You said that each of us has at least two connections with Godfreyâs word on that pad. Whatâs the other one of mine?â
Elleryâs tone was positively apologetic. âIâve noticed that youâre fond of beer, Mrs. Caswell, particularly German beer. One of the best-known of the German beers is called mum .â
And this at last brought Joanne to her feet, her little hands clenched. Her anger gave her a charming dimension.
âAt first this was plain ridiculous,â stormed Jo. âNow itâsâitâs criminally asinine! Are you purposely making fun of us? And if I may ask a silly questionâand no doubt Iâll get a pair of silly answersâwhat are my two connections with MUM?â
âThere,â mourned Ellery, âyou have me, Jo. I havenât been able to spot one connection, let alone two.â
âQuite amusing, Iâm sure,â Ellen said. âMeanwhile, weâre neglecting the important thing. What happened to the pendant?â
All Christopherâs dissatisfaction with the Queen performance burst out at finding a target he felt free to attack. â Important thing,â he cried. âI canât make head or tail of whatâs going on here, but donât you consider it important to find out who killed father, Ellen? Arenât you concerned with anything but that damned pendant? You make me feel like a ghoul!â
âDonât flatter yourself,â Ellen said to her twin. âYouâre nothing so impressive as a ghoul, Chris. What you are is a bloody ass.â
He turned his back on his sister; and regal as a Borgia, she stalked from the room. From the stairway her complaint came to them distinctly: âYouâd think father would have installed a lift instead of making us climb these antediluvian stairs.â
âYes, your Majesty!â yelled Christopher.
While Mr. Q murmured to Chief Newby, âEllery in Blunderland. Through the Magnifying Glass â¦â
âWhat are you,â snarled the Chief of Police, grabbing his coat and hat, âa nut or something?â
January 13 : The one morning of the week when Ellen could be relied on to come down for breakfast was Sunday. Invariably she descended to a kipper and a slice of dry toast (except on communion days), after which, trailing High Church clouds of glory, she strode off to join her Anglican co-worshipers.
It was therefore a matter of remark that on this particular Sunday morning she failed to appear.
It was especially remarkable to Ellery, who had been barred by the proprieties from passing the night guarding her bedside. Enlisting Margaret
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