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I know, 'cos I've seen dead people. They didn't frighten me. But before them was the open mouth of Maundy Passage. As she was wondering how to make them run through it, without arousing their suspicions, she overheard Barney's whisper to his sister. At the word, the horror which had been lurking under the surface of her phiillack suddenly flashed upwards with the snap of a shark. Three days before, a woman had been murdered in Maundy Passage. The victim was a Mrs. Davis, the daughter of a local draper who was visiting her home-town. On the afternoon of the crime, she had gone to tea with an old friend at Vine Cottage.
An hour later, her body had been found by a postman in the passage. Except that there was no evidence of blood-lust or frenzy, the lack of motive suggested the attack of a lunatic; but there was no sign of a struggle—no bruises, no torn clothing, no superfluous blows. One scientific crack had felled her. Afterwards, her scarf had been knotted around her throat, so that she was strangled while unconscious. She had not been killed for money, as her bag contained several notes. A gold watch and several good rings had not been removed. There was no hint of scandal or romance in her history—no lover or jealous husband.
The worst that could be said of her was that she regulated her life by the Gold Standard. She had always chosen her friends from among those who lived in a certain type of house and kept a requisite number of servants—but snobbery was hardly a sufficient cause for slaughter Yet someone had slain a worthy wife and mother, leaving behind a murder mystery in the shape of a well-tended body in a grey squirrel coat. It was this wanton element which terrified Elizabeth. To her, the murder seemed the impulse of a dislocated mind—a maniac chuckle materialised into an act.
As she looked at the excited children she wondered how they knew about the crime. The Pewters—brother and sister—had discussed it only when the door was shut. Geraldine had ordered all local newspapers to be burned. But since they knew, it was useless to perjure herself. The best she could do was to try and keep their adventure on a light level. It was in the paper. And perhaps, if we are very creepy-quiet, we may see the murderer doing his stuff. Furthermore, she had to admit that she resembled the child to a certain extent, for she had thrilled over the newspaper account of the crime, when she read it in the warm, well-lit drawing-room.
Then it was so far away. And now she was actually entering Maundy Passage. After the municipal lighting of Monk Street—economical though it was—they seemed to plunge into darkness, but after they had walked a few yards they could see light around the bend, glistening on high walls—weeping with moisture. The passage ran between the back-gardens of two rows of large houses and was broken, at intervals, by wooden doors. Although these looked too swollen by damp to be opened, some were stuck ajar, in evidence of the coalman's visit. Everywhere was a confusion of shadows, shifting and racing over the walls in the flickering beam of lamplight. Suddenly Elizabeth saw one of these detach itself from the darkness of a doorway.
It assumed substance and shape as it swooped around the bend, disappearing like a quiver of dark lightning. Gone almost before she could realise it, she was dismissing it as a trick of her imagination, when Barney started and made an instinctive effort to free his hand. Subduing her panic for his sake, she managed to speak to him in a natural voice. I didn't see the black man. I didn't see anything. It helped to give solidity to a shadow, turning a monstrous illusion into a perilous reality. But what terrified her more was the change in the boy. While it was ridiculous to be afraid of a child, it seemed to her that he was her enemy.
His whole personality appeared changed from that of the adorable young tryrant, and even his appearance. His eyes were smaller as he looked up at her through narrowed lids while his expression was furtive. He kept repeating his lie in a shrill unconvincing voice. You are making it up. And Phil didn't see it; did you, Phil? It made her fear the underground evil of a conspiracy which had ensnared Barney into some remote alliance with a murder. She thought of the body in the grey fur coat which had lain in the passage three days before. At that moment, they might be standing on the spot marked with a cross Smitten with panic, she gripped an arm of each child and rushed down the passage—not stopping until they had reached the safety of their own doorstep.
To her embarrassment, it was opened by the master of the house. By virtue of his personality and also the glamour of his Indian background, she had placed Captain Pewter upon a pedestal. After he was elevated, he contrived to keep his footing without a stagger, owing to a calm and supreme confidence in his own qualities. Yet in spite of this inherent superiority, he never gave the impression that he considered others inferior to himself. There was only amusement in his eyes as he spoke gravely: It had the temperature of a hothouse and was fragrant from the bowls of forced yellow and white narcissi.
There was an Indian carpet and a carved red lacquer cabinet, but otherwise there was no note of the Orient. In defiance of period, the woodwork and walls were painted a glossy cream, while the lighting and tubular metal furniture were modern. The Captain's youngest sister—Geraldine, aged twenty-nine—was smoking a cigarette in front of the superfluous fire. Her face was reddened from raw air, for she had just returned from the golf links and she still wore trousers and a yellow pullover. There was a strong family resemblance between her brother, her niece, and herself.
They had the same fine build, the same blond colouring—although the East had put some hot stuff over the Captain—and the same solemn blue eyes. Elizabeth was afraid that she might resent the invasion, but she merely grinned a welcome. Fortified with hot tea and muffin, the girl looked around her with a feeling of gratitude. She was responsive to the contrast between her surroundings and the menace of the twilit streets. Inside—with light, warmth, and company—it was impossible to believe in a fugitive shape torn from the sheet of surrounding darkness. Phil demonstrated her devotion to her family by climbing to the lap of her father and aunt in turn, to their personal inconvenience.
While she anchored herself, Barney was a floater, eating as he roamed about the room, pawing objects with sticky fingers. As she was not the supreme authority, Elizabeth was glad that she need not reprove him. She had noticed points in common—the same clever forehand and fingers as well as the same nervous mannerisms. At that moment, Barney was picking almonds off an uncut cake and eating them. As that was going too far, she was about to scold him when—in time to stop herself—she discovered that his father was absently doing the same.
At first the Pewters were rather under the impression that Elizabeth's grandmother had come to tea, owing to the girl's faithful reproduction of that rigid Victorian's opinions: There were sandwiches besides cakes, and she displayed an appetite of the first magnitude. In the midst of her enjoyment, Phil—who was a natural news collector—began to broadcast. Miss Feathers can't run. Barney's going to frighten her away and then Maxine will come back. Although his voice lacked conviction, Elizabeth gasped with horror. I'm here, so it's up to me Where has he gone? As Phil tramped from the room with the importance of a young policewoman, Geraldine spoke to Elizabeth confidentially.
But I've a service-flat and I'm not used to this domestic stunt. I thought she was vouched for by Dr. When I interviewed her, I was sorry for her. She looked ill and down on her luck. She wore a black coat and felt hat, just a bit too big for her. You know the effect I had the shock of my life the first time I saw her all tight and made-up. I had to cut Phil's toenails. And I loathe toenails. She used to do some sort of unclothed act in a low music-hall. My brother first told me to give her the push. I can't think why she wanted to come here The odd part is she is trying to come back again.
His pleasant face set in a rigid mould as he spoke in a low furious voice. Suddenly, and to her own surprise, Elizabeth heard a voice which sounded like her own, amplified by a loud-speaker. It takes another woman to deal with her type. It was so hearty and friendly that, for the first time in her life, she did not resent a joke at her expense. She was even on the point of joining in when she started at the sound of the front-door bell. He'd said he might drop in for tea. Aware that Geraldine was the magnet which drew two eligible men—Dr. Evans and Hartley Gull—to No. I object to his seeing my organs all over my face.
She was tired of being a temporary housekeeper and wanted the freedom of her old life again, but a sense of duty made her sacrifice her personal wishes For the first time, she wondered whether Elizabeth was the solution of her problem. She discounted the difference in age, because she was devoted to her brother and believed him an ideal husband for any woman. Since his enforced retirement, he suffered from boredom and depression. Besides the faculty to amuse him, Elizabeth evidently possessed affection for the children. She was housekeeper to the Browns and better educated than her employers. She took the job to educate her child and she was kind to poor tragic Marion. So when her daughter called at my surgery and told me she wanted work, I mentioned to you that I knew of the family.
Only as a patient. And here's my best girl. But we couldn't see him. She ran all the way home. She's a very frightened lady. For the first time in months, she had felt inside a family circle. Geraldine gossiped to her while she was aware of the Captain's dawning interest. She tried to explain the incident—only to find it impossible. How could she convey a threat of mental domination which seemed to link Barney with something evil, when her own emotions were merely groping in the dark? She stammered, contradicted herself and finally dried up, while they seemed to accuse her with their gaze. In the silence which followed, she was aware of Phil's big blue eyes staring at her like a personified conscience.
But it has morbid associations. If you have any more—fanciful—suggestions to make to him, you might confine them to fairies. She reached the door, where she paused to ask the Captain a question. Want to see it? Only—Barney had told Philippa about a black man in the cellar.
So, you see, there is a bad influence and it was here before I came. It's wrong and dangerous to frighten Philippa. Don't you, Baby Bunting? He shrank from humour at the expense of Anglo-Indians. Say nothing and you're a strong silent Empire builder I'll have no J.
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Floor and stairs were all covered with apple-green rubber instead of carpet. When she reached the cellar door she lingered to stare at it. Memory flashed back to the cellars in her grandmother's house. They were gruesome caverns, without any artificial light, and reached by Slute narrow stone stair. She had paid them one visit only, but she never forgot her experience. The cook had been her guide to the underworld. When she Sljts the door at the top, there was im upward rush of cold air which jn like a dungeon. She held the candle high, to light the steps, and Elizabeth looked down on cobweb-draped walls, Sluts in phillack with slimy smears.
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When they entered the nursery, she was shocked to discover Geraldine kneeling on the floor, while she decorated a Snow-White on the wallpaper with a military moustache—to her niece's excited admiration. Oh, Miss Feathers, do you play bridge? I was a terrible failure with other children. You must learn just enough to carry on when the doctor's called out. Come down to-night and watch us. She was too excited to concentrate on the print because, once again, she was going to wear a dinner-gown. Evans and Hartley Gull had become regular visitors to No. This arrangement was due to the fact that the Pewters had no rigid time-table and ate all around the clock. That evening she was distracted by the need to get the children to bed in good time.
Unfortunately Phil had listened at the drawing-room door to her aunt's remarks about Maxine. She insisted virtuously on having her toenails cut before she remembered another neglected duty. Elizabeth grasped the fact that she referred to a film star style of hairdressing—"Early Shirley Temple. While his sister nearly drove Elizabeth crazy, Barney tried to break her heart by giving her no trouble. He undressed listlessly, mooning like a sleep-walker—his small face rigid with such misery that it explained his father's anger with Maxine. The telephone conversation seemed to have drained him, as though she were a leech preying on his youth. The cook always left Elizabeth a meal in the kitchen, either in the frigidaire or the oven.
She was about to run downstairs to get her tray when she was horrified to hear Gull's voice booming up from the hall. His ultra-early arrival forced her to go without her meal and to dress in a hurry. Her black gown was a model and plain for its high price. When she looked at her reflection in the glass, she was so dissatisfied that she wished she could wear the dress inside-out—to display the maker's tab. Yet when she entered the drawing-room, from the moment he glanced at it, Hartley Gull seemed to accept her as official successor to Maxine. He looked his best in a dinner-jacket and was aware of the fact.
His broad shoulders and handsome face compelled the girl's admiration as he towered above her, while his polished black hair shone like ebony under the light. As he shook hands with her, his lips moved almost imperceptibly. She knew that his advice was sound and smiled her thanks as he turned to Geraldine. She resented the fact that the household had adopted the children's undignified title. Gull, for remembering my name. Gull too evidently thought something should be done about it, for he crossed the room and stood beside his rival—looking down on him from his superior height. The Captain—who used obvious phrases—commented on the contrast in a whisper to Elizabeth.
Which would you back for a winner? Gull would give it in jam and the doctor would only pinch your nose. My kid sister is one of the very best. Geraldine wore a maize velvet gown which matched her blonde colouring. She was stimulated by the rivalry of the men to a glow of conquest which animated her face and deepened her blue eyes to violet. It seemed strange and rather sad to Elizabeth that—at the age of nineteen—she was a spectator of a middle-aged romance. She realised a further disappointment when the doctor made his apologies. My secretary has fixed me up. I can only stay for a few minutes. I saw you talking to the Chief Constable yesterday.
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