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“How fortunate that is. It isn’t pleasant to be-disliked. Is it possible, then, that Miss A
Marie threw up a hand.
“She would have no reason! I know my work, and I do it! She is fortunate that I have stayed so long! It is not everyone who would remain, and so I have told her! She says, ‘My mother is old-she has had an illness. She does not mean to insult you.’ And I say she is not so old, and she is not so ill that it is permitted to her to say these things! ‘That French girl!’ Am I ashamed that I am French? And, ‘She listens at doors!’ Is it that I wish to listen to what a mad old woman says? And, ‘Why do you keep these foreigners? I don’t like them!’ Do I like her? I should like to ask her that!”
“So it is Mrs. A
Marie smiled. The anger had gone out of her.
“Why should I dislike a mad old woman?”
CHAPTER 19
Emerging from Miss A
There was an even more formidable concentration of elderly ladies, the party having been reinforced by a couple of visitors. From the sudden hush which greeted his entrance he deduced that they knew that he was a police officer, and that they had been discussing the murder of Alan Field.
To his suggestion that Miss Silver might care to take a stroll along the cliff path she replied that it would indeed be pleasant, and most kindly shepherded him into the hall, where he waited whilst she went upstairs to put on her hat and gloves. Returning with a pair which had been the gift of her niece Dorothy-white net with a fancy stitching, so cool, so easy to wash-and a hat of black straw with a ruching of lilac ribbon, she accompanied him into the evening air, which she described as most refreshing.
They made their way to a seat overlooking the bay, where she commented upon the pleasing effect of a sky reflected in a sea just ruffled by the breeze, and produced an apposite quotation from her favourite poet Lord Te
“The trenched waters run from sky to sky.”
Frank cocked an eyebrow.
“I’ve never heard that one before.”
She said sedately,
“It occurs in one of the early poems.”
He smiled.
“What a pity we can’t just sit here and swap quotations. The time, the place, a revered preceptress-what could be more favourable? Yet we must recur to the sordid a
Miss Silver gazed at the shoaling colours in the bay. She might have known no more about crime than an occasional headline in the morning paper.
After waiting for her to speak, and discerning that it was not her intention to do so, Frank Abbott proceeded to a frontal attack.
“It’s no use, my dear ma’am. You see, I’ve got to know whether Marie Bo
When Miss Silver continued to say nothing, he allowed his voice to sharpen.
“It is the question of the credibility of a witness, you know.”
She turned to face him with a faint protesting movement.
“You need not tell me that. I merely wished to give the matter my full consideration before I replied. Marie Bo
He nodded.
“I thought so. Is she also correct when she says that Miss A
Miss Silver’s tone held a slight shade of reproof.
“I am really quite unable to say. You must remember that I was not there.”
“But your niece was. I feel sure, when she repeated Miss A
“You may take it that Miss A
He said in his most serious tone,
“Very little-or a good deal more. When a woman says that she would like to kill a man, and within thirtysix hours that man is discovered to have been murdered, one can’t quite discard the remark as negligible.”
“No-I see that.”
He looked at her with a curious expression.
“Do you know, I wish you would tell me why you are so much concerned about Miss A
She said sedately, “I am living in her house.”
He laughed.
“I’ll give you a nice homely quotation straight from the soil-‘Soft words butter no parsnips.’ I have known you to live in a house for whose owner you did not appear to feel any such protective passion.”
“My dear Frank-such exaggerated language! I really ca
There was more than a hint of sarcasm in the smile with which he met this rebuke.
“You defend her as if she were a favourite niece.”
She said with gravity,
“I hope that even in such a case as that I should not allow myself to be swayed by personal bias.”
“Then will you tell me just why you take Miss A
“Not perhaps at this stage, Frank.”
“And I should like to know why.”
After a minute she said,
“I am not obliged to answer that question, but I will do so because I do not wish you to mistake the motive for my silence. I have none, except a natural feeling of compassion for a woman who has been hardly done by, and who now finds herself in a position which must be painful to her. I think it probable that she suffered considerably when her engagement to Mr. Field was broken off. His return would revive these painful impressions, and it was impossible that his murder should not accentuate them to an almost unbearable degree. I did not wish to contribute anything to her distress.”
He said,
“You do not take into account the possibility that it was she who stabbed him?”
Miss Silver made no direct reply. Instead she asked a question of her own.
“Is it true that though Mr. Field was stabbed, no weapon has been found?”
“Perfectly true. If the murderer had his wits about him he probably threw it into the sea.”
“If he did so, it may quite easily be washed up again. A strong current sets into the bay.”
He gave a short laugh.
“I notice we both say he! But I must point out that you haven’t answered what I asked you.”
“Which was?”