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  }Three Blind Mice}

  it was very cold. The sky was dark and heavy with unshed snow.

  A man in a dark overcoat, with his muffler pulled up round his face, and his hat pulled down over his eyes, came along Culver Street and went up the steps of num­ber 74. He put his finger on the bell and heard it shrill­ing in the basement below.

  Mrs. Casey, her hands busy in the sink, said bitterly, "Drat that bell. Never any peace, there isn't."

  Wheezing a little, she toiled up the basement stairs and opened the door.

  The man standing silhouetted against the lowering sky outside asked in a whisper, "Mrs. Lyon?"

  "Second floor," said Mrs. Casey. "You can go on up. Does she expect you?" The man slowly shook his head. "Oh, well, go on up and knock."

  She watched him as he went up the shabbily carpeted stairs. Afterward she said he "gave her a funny feeling." But actually all she thought was that he must have a pretty bad cold only to be able to whisper like that—and no wonder with the weather what it was.

  When the man got round the bend of the staircase he began to whistle softly. The tune he whistled was "Three Blind Mice."

  Molly Davis stepped back into the road and looked up at the newly painted board by the gate.

  }Monkswell Manor Guest House}

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  She nodded approval. It looked, it really did look, quite professional. Or, perhaps, one might say }almost }professional. The }T }of }Guest House }staggered uphill a little, and the end of }Manor }was slightly crowded, but on the whole Giles had made a wonderful job of it. Giles was really very clever. There were so many things that he could do. She was always making fresh discoveries about this husband of hers. He said so little about himself that it was only by degrees that she was finding out what a lot of varied talents he had. An ex-naval man was always a "handy man," so people said.

  Well, Giles would have need of all his talents in their new venture. Nobody could be more raw to the business of running a guest house than she and Giles. But it would be great fun. And it did solve the housing problem.

  It had been Molly's idea. When Aunt Katherine died, and the lawyers wrote to her_and informed her that her aunt had left her Monkswell Manor, the natural reaction of the young couple had been to sell it. Giles had asked, "What is it like?" And Molly had replied, "Oh, a big, rambling old house, full of stuffy, old-fashioned Victorian furniture. Rather a nice garden, but terribly overgrown since the war, because there's been only one }old }gardener left."

  So they had decided to put the house on the market, and keep just enough furniture to furnish a small cottage or flat for themselves.

  But two difficulties arose at once. First, there }weren't }any small cottages or flats to be found, and secondly, all the furniture was enormous.

  "Well," said Molly, "we'll just have to sell it }all. }I suppose it }will }sell?"

  The solicitor assured them that nowadays }anything }would sell.

  "Very probably," he said, "someone will buy it for a

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  hotel or guest house in which case they might like to buy it with the furniture complete. Fortunately the house is in very good repair. The late Miss Emory had extensive repairs and modernizations done just before the war, and there has been very little deterioration. Oh, yes, it's in good shape."

  And it was then that Molly had had her idea.

  "Giles," she said, "why shouldn't }we }run it as a guest house ourselves?"

  At first her husband had scoffed at the idea, but Molly had persisted.

  "We needn't take very many people—not at first. It's an easy house to run—it's got hot and cold water in the bedrooms and central heating and a gas cooker. And we can have hens and ducks and our own eggs, and vegeta­bles."

  "Who'd do all the work—isn't it very hard to get servants?"

  "Oh, }we'd }have to do the work. But wherever we lived we'd have to do that. A few extra people wouldn't really mean much more to do. We'd probably get a woman to come in after a bit when we got properly started. If we had only five people, each paying seven guineas a week—" Molly departed into the realms of somewhat optimistic mental arithmetic.

  "And think, Giles," she ended, "it would be our }own }house. With our }own }things. As it is, it seems to me it will be years before we can ever find anywhere to live."

  That, Giles admitted, was true. They had had so little time together since their hasty marriage, that they were both longing to settle down in a home.

  So the great experiment was set under way. Advertise­ments were put in the local paper and in the }Times, }and various answers came.

  And now, today, the first of the guests was to arrive.

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  Giles had gone off early in the car to try and obtain some army wire netting that had been advertised as for sale on the other side of the county. Molly announced the necessity of walking to the village to make some last purchases.

  The only thing that was wrong was the weather. For the last two days it had been bitterly cold, and now the snow was beginning to fall. Molly hurried up the drive, thick, feathery flakes falling on her waterproofed shoul­ders and bright curly hair. The weather forecasts had been lugubrious in the extreme. Heavy snowfall was to be expected.

  She hoped anxiously that all the pipes wouldn't freeze. It would be too bad if everything went wrong just as they started. She glanced at her watch. Past teatime. Would Giles have got back yet? Would he be wondering where }she }was?

  "I had to go to the village again for something I had forgotten," she would say. And he would laugh and say, "More tins?"

  Tins were a joke between them. They were always on

  the lookout for tins of food. The larder was really quite

  nicely stocked now in case of emergencies. And, Molly thought with a grimace as she looked up

  at the sky, it looked as though emergencies were going

  to present themselves very soon.

  The house was empty. Giles was not back yet. Molly went first into the kitchen, then upstairs, going round the newly prepared bedrooms. Mrs. Boyle in the south room with the mahogany and the four-poster. Major Metcalf in the blue room with the oak. Mr. Wren in the east room with the bay window. All the rooms looked very nice—­and what a blessing that Aunt Katherine had had such a splendid stock of linen. Molly patted a counterpane into place and went downstairs again. It was nearly dark.

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  The house felt suddenly very quiet and empty. It'was a lonely house, two miles from a village, two miles, as Molly put it, from }anywhere.}

  She had often been alone in the house before—but she had never before been so conscious of being alone in it.

  The snow beat in a soft flurry against the window-panes. It made a whispery, uneasy sound. Supposing Giles couldn't get back—supposing the snow was so thick that the car couldn't get through? Supposing she had to stay alone here—stay alone for days, perhaps.

  She looked round the kitchen—a big, comfortable kitchen that seemed to call for a big, comfortable cook presiding at the kitchen table, her jaws moving rhyth­mically as she ate rock cakes and drank black tea—she should be flanked by a tall, elderly parlormaid on one side and a round, rosy housemaid on the other, with a kitchenmaid at the other end of the table observing her betters with frightened eyes. And instead there was just herself, Molly Davis, playing a role that did not yet seem a very natural role to play. Her whole life, at the mo­ment, seemed unreal—Giles seemed unreal. She was play­ing a part—just playing a part.

  A shadow passed the window, and she jumped—a strange man was coming through the snow. She heard the rattle of the side door.
The stranger stood there in the open doorway, shaking off snow, a strange man, walk­ing into the empty house.

  And then, suddenly, illusion fled.

  "Oh Giles," she cried, "I'm so glad you've come!"

  "Hullo, sweetheartl What filthy weatherl Lord, I'm }frozen."}

  He stamped his feet and blew through his hands.

  Automatically Molly picked up the coat that he had thrown in a Giles-like manner onto the oak chest. She

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  put it on a hanger, taking out of the stuffed pockets a muffler, a newspaper, a ball of string, and the morning's correspondence which he had shoved in pell-mell. Mov­ing into the kitchen, she laid down the articles on the dresser and put the kettle on the gas.

  "Did you get the netting?" she asked. "What ages you've been."

  "It wasn't the right kind. Wouldn't have been any good for us. I went on to another dump, but that wasn't any good, either. What have you been doing with your­self? Nobody turned up yet, I suppose?"

  "Mrs. Boyle isn't coming till tomorrow, anyway." "Major Metcalf and Mr. Wren ought to be here to­day."

  "Major Metcalf sent a card to say he wouldn't be here till tomorrow."

  "Then that leaves us and Mr. Wren for dinner. What do you think he's like? Correct sort of retired civil serv­ant is my idea."

  "No, I think he's an artist."

  "In that case," said Giles, "we'd better get a week's rent in advance."

  "Oh, no, Giles, they bring luggage. If they don't pay we hang on to their luggage."

  "And suppose their luggage is stones wrapped up in newspaper? The truth is, Molly, we don't in the least know what we're up against in this business. I hope they don't spot what beginners we are."

  "Mrs. Boyle is sure to," said Molly. "She's that kind of woman."

  "How do you know? You haven't seen her?" Molly turned away. She spread a newspaper on the table, fetched some cheese, and set to work to grate it. "What's this?" inquired her husband. "It's going to be Welsh rarebit," Molly informed him.

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  "Bread crumbs and mashed potatoes and just a }teeny weeny }bit of cheese to justify its name."

  "Aren't you a clever cook?" said her admiring husband.

  "I wonder. I can do one thing at a time. It's }assembling }them that needs so much practice. Breakfast is the worst."

  "Why?"

  "Because it all happens at once—eggs and bacon and hot milk and coffee and toast. The milk boils over, or the toast burns, or- the bacon frizzles, or the eggs go hard. You have to be as active as a scalded cat watching everything at once."

  }"I shall have to creep down unobserved tomorrow morning and watch this scalded-cat impersonation."

  "The kettle's boiling," said Molly. "Shall we take the tray into the library and hear the wireless? It's almost time for the news."

  "As we seem to be going to spend almost the whole of our time in the kitchen, we ought to have- a wireless there, too."

  "Yes. How nice kitchens are. I love this kitchen. I think it's far and-away the nicest room in the house. I like the dresser and the plates, and I simply love the lavish feeling that an absolutely }enormous }kitchen range gives you—though, of course, I'm thankful I haven't got to cook on it."

  "I suppose a whole year's fuel ration would go in one day."

  "Almost certainly, I should say. But think of the great joints that were roasted in it—sirloins of beef and saddles of mutton. Colossal copper preserving-pans full of home­made strawberry jam with pounds and pounds of sugar going into it. What a lovely, comfortable age the Vic-torian age was. Look at the furniture upstairs, large and solid and rather ornate—but, oh!—the heavenly comfort of it, with lots of room, for the clothes one used to have,

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  and every drawer sliding in and out so easily. Do you re­member that smart modern flat we were lent? Everything built in and sliding—only nothing slid—it always stuck. And the doors pushed shut—only they never stayed shut, or if they did shut they wouldn't open."

  "Yes, that's the worst of gadgets. If they don't go right, you're sunk."

  "Well, come on, let's hear the news."

  The news consisted mainly of grim warnings about the weather, the usual deadlock in foreign affairs, spirited bickerings in Parliament, and a murder in Culver Street, Paddington.

  "Ugh," said Molly, switching it off. "Nothing but misery. I'm }not }going to hear appeals for fuel economy all over again. What do they expect you to do, sit and freeze? I don't think we ought to have tried to start a guest house in the winter. We ought to have waited until the spring." She added in a different tone of voice, "I wonder what the woman was like who was murdered." "Mrs, Lyon?"

  "Was that her name? I wonder who wanted to murder her and why."

  "Perhaps she had a fortune under the floor boards." "When it says the police are anxious to interview a man 'seen in the vicinity' does that mean he's the mur­derer?"

  "I think it's usually that. Just }a }polite way of putting it."

  The shrill note of a bell made them both jump.

  "That's the front door," said Giles. "Enter—a"mur-

  derer," he added facetiously.

  "It would be, of course, in a play. Hurry up. It must be Mr. Wren. Now we shall see who's right about him, you or me."

  Mr. Wren and a flurry of snow came in together with }}

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  a rush. All that Molly, standing in the library door, could see of the newcomer was his silhouette against the white world outside.

  How alike, thought Molly, were all men in their livery of civilization. Dark overcoat, gray hat, muffler round the neck.

  In another moment Giles had shut the front door against the elements, Mr. Wren was unwinding his muf­fler and casting down his suitcase and flinging off his hat —all, it seemed, at the same time, and also talking. He had a high-pitched, almost querulous voice and stood re­vealed in the light of the hall as a young man with a shock of light, sunburned hair and pale, restless eyes.

  "Too, too frightful," he was saying. "The English win­ter at its worst—a reversion to Dickens—Scrooge and Tiny Tim and all that. One had to be so terribly hearty to stand up to it all. Don't you think so? And I've had a terrible cross-country journey from Wales. Are you Mrs. Davis? But how delightful!" Molly's hand was seized in a quick, bony clasp. "Not at all as I'd imagined you. I'd pictured you, you know, as an Indian army general's widow. Terrifically grim and }mem-sahibish—}and Be­nares }whatnot—a }real Victorian }whatnot. }Heavenly, sim­ply heavenly— Have you got any wax flowers? Or birds of paradise? Oh, but I'm simply going to }love }this place. I was afraid, you know, it would be very Olde Worlde— very, very Manor House—failing the Benares brass, I mean. Instead, it's marvelous—real Victorian bedrock re­spectability. Tell me, have you got one of those beautiful sideboards—mahogany—purple-plummy mahogany with great carved fruits?"

  "As a matter of fact," faid Molly, rather breathless under this torrent of words, "we have."

  "No! Can I see it? At once. In here?"

  His quickness was almost disconcerting. He had turned

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  the handle of the dining-room door, and clicked on the light. Molly followed him in, conscious of Giles's disap­proving profile on her left.

  Mr. Wren passed his long bony fingers over the rich carving of the massive sideboard with little cries of ap­preciation. Then he turned a reproachful glance upon his hostess.

  "No big mahogany dining-table? All these little tables dotted about instead?"

  "We thought people would prefer it that way," said Molly.

  "Darling, of course you're }quite }right. I was being car­ried away by my feeling for period. Of course, if you had the table, you'd have to have the right family round it. Stern, handsome father with a beard—prolific, faded mother, eleven children, a grim governess, and somebody called 'poor Harriet'—the poor relation
who acts as gen­eral helper and is very, very grateful for being given a good home. Look at that grate—think of the flames leap­ing up the chimney and blistering poor Harriet's back."

  "I'll take your suitcase upstairs," said Giles. "East room?"

  "Yes," said Molly.

  Mr. Wren skipped out into the hall again as Giles went upstairs.

  "Has it got a four-poster with little chintz roses?" he asked.

  "No, it hasn't," said Giles and disappeared round the bend of the staircase.

  "I don't believe your husband is going to like me," said Mr. Wren. "What's he been in? The navy?"

 

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