A Murder Is Announced - Christie Agatha. Страница 7

‘Well, here we are, all set,’ said Miss Blacklock. She looked round the double drawing-room with an appraising eye. The rose-patterned chintzes-the two bowls of bronze chrysanthemums, the small vase of violets and the silver cigarette-box on a table by the wall, the tray of drinks on the centre table.

Little Paddocks was a medium-sized house built in the early Victorian style. It had a long shallow veranda and green shuttered windows. The long, narrow drawing-room which lost a good deal of light owing to the veranda roof had originally had double doors at one end leading into a small room with a bay window. A former generation had removed the double doors and replaced them with portieres of velvet. Miss Blacklock had dispensed with the portieres so that the two rooms had become definitely one. There was a fireplace each end, but neither fire was lit although a gentle warmth pervaded the room.

‘You’ve had the central heating lit,’ said Patrick.

Miss Blacklock nodded.

‘It’s been so misty and damp lately. The whole house felt clammy. I got Evans to light it before he went.’

‘The precious precious coke?’ said Patrick mockingly.

‘As you say, the precious coke. But otherwise there would have been the even more precious coal. You know the Fuel Office won’t even let us have the little bit that’s due to us each week-not unless we can say definitely that we haven’t got any other means of cooking.’

‘I suppose there was once heaps of coke and coal for everybody?’ said Julia with the interest of one hearing about an unknown country.

‘Yes, and cheap, too.’

‘And anyone could go and buy as much as they wanted, without filling in anything, and there wasn’t any shortage? There was lots of it there?’

‘All kinds and qualities-andnot all stones and slates like what we get nowadays.’

‘It must have been a wonderful world,’ said Julia, with awe in her voice.

Miss Blacklock smiled. ‘Looking back on it,I certainly think so. But then I’m an old woman. It’s natural for me to prefer my own times. But you young things oughtn’t to think so.’

‘I needn’t have had a job then,’ said Julia. ‘I could just have stayed at home and done the flowers, and written notes…Why did one write notes and who were they to?’

‘All the people that you now ring up on the telephone,’ said Miss Blacklock with a twinkle. ‘I don’t believe you even knowhow to write, Julia.’

‘Not in the style of that delicious “Complete Letter Writer” I found the other day. Heavenly! It told you the correct way of refusing a proposal of marriage from a widower.’

‘I doubt if you would have enjoyed staying at home as much as you think,’ said Miss Blacklock. ‘There were duties, you know.’ Her voice was dry. ‘However, I don’t really know much about it. Bunny and I,’ she smiled affectionately at Dora Bunner, ‘went into the labour market early.’

‘Oh, we did, we didindeed,’ agreed Miss Bunner. ‘Those naughty, naughty children. I’ll never forget them. Of course, Letty was clever. She was a business woman, secretary to a big financier.’

The door opened and Phillipa Haymes came in. She was tall and fair and placid-looking. She looked round the room in surprise.

‘Hallo,’ she said. ‘Is it a party? Nobody told me.’

‘Of course,’ cried Patrick. ‘Our Phillipa doesn’t know. The only woman in Chipping Cleghorn who doesn’t, I bet.’

Phillipa looked at him inquiringly.

‘Here you behold,’ said Patrick dramatically, waving a hand, ‘the scene of a murder!’

Phillipa Haymes looked faintly puzzled.

‘Here,’ Patrick indicated the two big bowls of chrysanthemums, ‘are the funeral wreaths and these dishes of cheese straws and olives represent the funeral baked meats.’

Phillipa looked inquiringly at Miss Blacklock.

‘Is it a joke?’ she asked. ‘I’m always terribly stupid at seeing jokes.’

‘It’s a very nasty joke,’ said Dora Bunner with energy. ‘I don’t like it at all.’

‘Show her the advertisement,’ said Miss Blacklock. ‘Imust go and shut up the ducks. It’s dark. They’ll be in by now.’

‘Let me do it,’ said Phillipa.

‘Certainly not, my dear. You’ve finished your day’s work.’

‘I’ll do it, Aunt Letty,’ offered Patrick.

‘No, you won’t,’ said Miss Blacklock with energy. ‘Last time you didn’t latch the door properly.’

‘I’ll do it, Letty dear,’ cried Miss Bunner. ‘Indeed, I should love to. I’ll just slip on my goloshes-and now where did I put my cardigan?’

But Miss Blacklock, with a smile, had already left the room.

‘It’s no good, Bunny,’ said Patrick. ‘Aunt Letty’s so efficient that she can never bear anybody else to do things for her. She really much prefers to do everything herself.’

‘She loves it,’ said Julia.

‘I didn’t notice you making any offers of assistance,’ said her brother.

Julia smiled lazily.

‘You’ve just said Aunt Letty likes to do things herself,’ she pointed out. ‘Besides,’ she held out a well-shaped leg in a sheer stocking, ‘I’ve got my best stockings on.’

‘Death in silk stockings!’ declaimed Patrick.

‘Not silk-nylons, you idiot.’

‘That’s not nearly such a good title.’

‘Won’t somebody please tell me,’ cried Phillipa plaintively, ‘why there is all this insistence on death?’

Everybody tried to tell her at once-nobody could find theGazette to show her because Mitzi had taken it into the kitchen.

Miss Blacklock returned a few minutes later.

‘There,’ she said briskly, ‘that’sdone.’ She glanced at the clock. ‘Twenty-past six. Somebody ought to be here soon-unless I’m entirely wrong in my estimate of my neighbours.’

‘I don’t see why anybody should come,’ said Phillipa, looking bewildered.

‘Don’t you, dear?…I dare say you wouldn’t. But most people are rather more inquisitive than you are.’

‘Phillipa’s attitude to life is that she just isn’t interested,’ said Julia, rather nastily.

Phillipa did not reply.

Miss Blacklock was glancing round the room. Mitzi had put the sherry and three dishes containing olives, cheese straws and some little fancy pastries on the table in the middle of the room.

‘You might move that tray-or the whole table if you like-round the corner into the bay window in the other room, Patrick, if you don’t mind. After all, I amnot giving a party!I haven’t asked anyone. And I don’t intend to make it obvious that I expect people to turn up.’

‘You wish, Aunt Letty, to disguise your intelligent anticipation?’

‘Very nicely put, Patrick. Thank you, my dear boy.’

‘Now we can all give a lovely performance of a quiet evening at home,’ said Julia, ‘and be quite surprised when somebody drops in.’

Miss Blacklock had picked up the sherry bottle. She stood holding it uncertainly in her hand.

Patrick reassured her.

‘There’s quite half a bottle there. It ought to be enough.’

‘Oh, yes-yes…’ She hesitated. Then, with a slight flush, she said:

‘Patrick, would you mind…there’s a new bottle in the cupboard in the pantry…Bring it and a corkscrew. I-we-might as well have a new bottle. This-this has been opened some time.’

Patrick went on his errand without a word. He returned with the new bottle and drew the cork. He looked up curiously at Miss Blacklock as he placed it on the tray.

‘Taking this seriously, aren’t you, darling?’ he asked gently.

‘Oh,’ cried Dora Bunner, shocked. ‘Surely, Letty, you can’t imagine-’

‘Hush,’ said Miss Blacklock quickly. ‘That’s the bell. You see, my intelligent anticipation is being justified.’

Mitzi opened the door of the drawing-room and admitted Colonel and Mrs Easterbrook. She had her own methods of announcing people.

‘Here is Colonel and Mrs Easterbrook to see you,’ she said conversationally.

Colonel Easterbrook was very bluff and breezy to cover some slight embarrassment.

‘Hope you don’t mind us dropping in,’ he said. (A subdued gurgle came from Julia.) ‘Happened to be passing this way-eh what? Quite a mild evening. Notice you’ve got your central heating on. We haven’t started ours yet.’

‘Aren’t your chrysanthemumslovely?’ gushed Mrs Easterbrook. ‘Suchbeauties!’

‘They’re rather scraggy, really,’ said Julia.

Mrs Easterbrook greeted Phillipa Haymes with a little extra cordiality to show that shequite understood that Phillipa was not really an agricultural labourer.

‘How is Mrs Lucas’ garden getting on?’ she asked. ‘Do you think it will ever be straight again? Completely neglected all through the war-and then only that dreadful old man Ashe who simply did nothing but sweep up a few leaves and put in a few cabbage plants.’

‘It’s yielding to treatment,’ said Phillipa. ‘But it will take a little time.’

Mitzi opened the door again and said:

‘Here are the ladies from Boulders.’

‘’Evening,’ said Miss Hinchcliffe, striding over and taking Miss Blacklock’s hand in her formidable grip. ‘I said to Murgatroyd: “Let’s just drop in at Little Paddocks!” I wanted to ask you how your ducks are laying.’

‘The evenings do draw in so quickly now, don’t they?’ said Miss Murgatroyd to Patrick in a rather fluttery way. ‘Whatlovely chrysanthemums!’

‘Scraggy!’ said Julia.

‘Why can’t you be co-operative?’ murmured Patrick to her in a reproachful aside.

‘You’ve got your central heating on,’ said Miss Hinchcliffe. She said it accusingly. ‘Very early.’

‘The house gets so damp this time of year,’ said Miss Blacklock.

Patrick signalled with his eyebrows: ‘Sherry yet?’ and Miss Blacklock signalled back: ‘Not yet.’

She said to Colonel Easterbrook:

‘Are you getting any bulbs from Holland this year?’

The door again opened and Mrs Swettenham came in rather guiltily, followed by a scowling and uncomfortable Edmund.

‘Here we are!’ said Mrs Swettenham gaily, gazing round her with frank curiosity. Then, feeling suddenly uncomfortable, she went on: ‘I just thought I’d pop in and ask you if by any chance you wanted a kitten, Miss Blacklock? Our cat is just-’