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  Nurse Craven was clearly finding her patient almost impossible today. I gathered that Mrs Franklin had been really extremely rude to her. She was the kind of woman whom nurses and servants instinctively disliked, not only because of the trouble she gave, but because of her manner of doing so.

  So, as I say, none of us took her indisposition seriously.

  The only exception was Boyd Carrington, who wandered round looking rather pathetically like a small boy who has been scolded.

  How many times since then have I not gone over and over the events of that day, trying to remember something so far unheeded – some tiny forgotten incident, striving to remember exactly the manner of everybody. How far they were normal, or showed excitement.

  Let me, once more, put down exactly what I remember of everybody.

  Boyd Carrington, as I have said, looked uncomfortable and rather guilty. He seemed to think that he had been rather over-exuberant the day before and had been selfish in not thinking more of the frail health of his companion. He had been up once or twice to enquire about Barbara Franklin, and Nurse Craven, herself not in the best of tempers, had been tart and snappish with him. He had even been to the village and purchased a box of chocolates. This had been sent down. ‘Mrs Franklin couldn’t bear chocolates.’

  Rather disconsolately, he opened the box in the smoking-room and Norton and I and he all solemnly helped ourselves.

  Norton, I now think, had definitely something on his mind that morning. He was abstracted, once or twice his brows drew together as though he were puzzling over something.

  He was fond of chocolates, and ate a good many in an abstracted fashion.

  Outside, the weather had broken. Since ten o’clock the rain had been pouring down.

  It had not the melancholy that sometimes accompanies a wet day. Actually it was a relief to us all.

  Poirot had been brought down by Curtiss about midday and ensconced in the drawing-room. Here Elizabeth Cole had joined him and was playing the piano to him. She had a pleasant touch, and played Bach and Mozart, both favourite composers of my friend’s.

  Franklin and Judith came up from the garden about a quarter to one. Judith looked white and strained. She was very silent, looked vaguely about her as though lost in a dream and then went away. Franklin sat down with us. He, too, looked tired and absorbed, and he had, too, the air of a man very much on edge.

  I said, I remember, something about the rain being a relief, and he said quickly: ‘Yes. There are times when something’s got to break . . .’

  And somehow I got the impression that it was not merely of the weather that he spoke. Awkward as always in his movements, he jerked against the table and upset half the chocolates. With his usual startled air, he apologized – apparently to the box.

  ‘Oh, sorry.’

  It ought to have been funny, but somehow it wasn’t. He bent quickly and picked up the spilt chocolates.

  Norton asked him if he had had a tiring morning. His smile flashed out then – eager, boyish, very much alive.

  ‘No – no – just realized, suddenly, I’ve been on the wrong track. Much simpler process altogether is what’s needed. Can take a short cut now.’

  He stood swaying slightly to and fro on his feet, his eyes absent yet resolved.

  ‘Yes, short cut. Much the best way.’

  III

  If we were all nervy and aimless in the morning, the afternoon was unexpectedly pleasant. The sun came out, the temperature was cool and fresh. Mrs Luttrell was brought down and sat on the veranda. She was in excellent form – exercising her charm and manner with less gush than usual, and with no latent hint of vinegar in reserve. She chaffed her husband, but gently and with a kind of affection, and he beamed at her. It was really delightful to see them on such good terms.

  Poirot permitted himself to be wheeled out also, and he was in good spirits too. I think he liked seeing the Luttrells on such a friendly footing with each other. The Colonel was looking years younger. His manner seemed less vacillating, he tugged less at his moustache. He even suggested that there might be some bridge that evening.

  ‘Daisy here misses her bridge.’

  ‘Indeed I do,’ said Mrs Luttrell.

  Norton suggested it would be tiring for her.

  ‘I’ll play one rubber,’ said Mrs Luttrell, and added with a twinkle: ‘And I’ll behave myself and not bite poor George’s head off.’

  ‘My dear,’ protested her husband, ‘I know I’m a shocking player.’

  ‘And what of that?’ said Mrs Luttrell. ‘Doesn’t it give me grand pleasure badgering and bullying you about it?’

  It made us all laugh. Mrs Luttrell went on: ‘Oh, I know my faults, but I’m not going to give them up at my time of life. George has just got to put up with me.’

  Colonel Luttrell looked at her quite fatuously.

  I think it was seeing them both on such good terms that led to a discussion on marriage and divorce that took place later in the day.

  Were men and women actually happier by reason of the greater facilities afforded for divorce, or was it often the case that a temporary period of irritation and estrangement – or trouble over a third person – gave way after a while to a resumption of affection and friendliness?

  It is odd sometimes to see how much at variance people’s ideas are with their own personal experiences.

  My own marriage had been unbelievably happy and successful, and I am essentially an old-fashioned person, yet I was on the side of divorce – of cutting one’s losses and starting afresh. Boyd Carrington, whose marriage had been unhappy, yet held for an indissoluble marriage bond. He had, he said, the utmost reverence for the institution of marriage. It was the foundation of the state.

  Norton, with no ties and no personal angle, was of my way of thinking. Franklin, the modern scientific thinker, was, strangely enough, resolutely opposed to divorce. It offended, apparently, his ideal of clear-cut thinking and action. One assumed certain responsibilities. Those must be carried through and not shirked or set aside. A contract, he said, is a contract. One enters upon it of one’s own free will, and must abide by it. Anything else resulted in what he called a mess. Loose ends, half-dissolved ties.

  Leaning back in his chair, his long legs kicking vaguely at a table, he said: ‘A man chooses his wife. She’s his responsibility until she dies – or he does.’

  Norton said rather comically: ‘And sometimes – Oh blessed death, eh?’

  We laughed, and Boyd Carrington said: ‘You needn’t talk, my lad, you’ve never been married.’

  Shaking his head, Norton said: ‘And now I’ve left it too late.’

  ‘Have you?’ Boyd Carrington’s glance was quizzical. ‘Sure of that?’

  It was just at that moment that Elizabeth Cole joined us. She had been up with Mrs Franklin.

  I wondered if it was my fancy, or did Boyd Carrington look meaningly from her to Norton, and was it possible that Norton blushed?

  It put a new idea into my head and I looked searchingly at Elizabeth Cole. It was true that she was still a comparatively young woman. Moreover she was quite a handsome one. In fact a very charming and sympathetic person who was capable of making any man happy. And she and Norton had spent a good deal of time together of late. In their hunts for wild flowers and birds, they had become friends; I remembered how she had spoken of Norton being such a kind person.

  Well, if so, I was glad for her sake. Her starved and barren girlhood would not stand in the way of her ultimate happiness. The tragedy that had shattered her life would not have been enacted in vain. I thought, looking at her, that she certainly looked much happier and – yes, gayer, than when I had first come to Styles.

  Elizabeth Cole and Norton – yes, it might be.

  And suddenly, from nowhere, a vague feeling of uneasiness and disquiet assailed me. It was not safe – it was not right – to plan happiness here. There was something malignant about the air of Styles. I felt it now – this minute, felt suddenly old and tired
– yes, and afraid.

  A minute later the feeling passed. Nobody had noticed it, I think, except Boyd Carrington. He said to me in an undertone a few minutes later: ‘Anything the matter, Hastings?’

  ‘No, why?’

  ‘Well – you looked – I can’t quite explain it.’

  ‘Just a feeling – apprehension.’

  ‘A premonition of evil?’

  ‘Yes, if you like to put it that way. A feeling that – that something was going to happen.’

  ‘Funny. I’ve felt that once or twice. Any idea what?’ He was watching me narrowly.

  I shook my head. For indeed I had had no definite apprehension of any particular thing. It had only been a wave of deep depression and fear.

  Then Judith had come out of the house. She had come slowly, her head held high, her lips pressed together, her face grave and beautiful.

  I thought how unlike she was to either me or Cinders. She looked like some young priestess. Norton felt something of that too. He said to her: ‘You look like your namesake might have looked before she cut off the head of Holofernes.’

  Judith smiled and raised her eyebrows a little. ‘I can’t remember now why she wanted to.’

  ‘Oh, strictly on the highest moral grounds for the good of the community.’

  The light banter in his tone annoyed Judith. She flushed and went past him to sit by Franklin. She said: ‘Mrs Franklin is feeling much better. She wants us all to come up and have coffee with her this evening.’

  IV

  Mrs Franklin was certainly a creature of moods, I thought, as we trooped upstairs after dinner. Having made everyone’s life unbearable all day, she was now sweetness itself to everybody.

  She was dressed in a negligee of pale eau-de-Nil and was lying on her chaise-longue. Beside her was a small revolving bookcase-table with the coffee apparatus set out. Her fingers, deft and white, dealt with the ritual of coffee making, with some slight aid from Nurse Craven. We were all there with the exception of Poirot who always retired before dinner, Allerton who had not returned from Ipswich, and Mrs and Colonel Luttrell who had remained downstairs.

  The aroma of coffee came to our noses – a delicious smell. The coffee at Styles was an uninteresting muddy fluid, so we all looked forward to Mrs Franklin’s brew with freshly ground berries.

  Franklin sat on the other side of the table handing the cups as she filled them. Boyd Carrington stood by the foot of the sofa, Elizabeth Cole and Norton were by the window. Nurse Craven had retired to the background by the head of the bed. I was sitting in an armchair wrestling with The Times crossword, and reading out the clues.

  ‘Even love or third party risk?’ I read out. ‘Eight letters.’

  ‘Probably an anagram,’ said Franklin.

  We thought for a minute. I went on. ‘The chaps between the hills are unkind.’

  ‘Tormentor,’ said Boyd Carrington quickly. ‘Quotation: “And Echo whate’er is asked her answers” – blank. Tennyson. Five letters.’

  ‘Where,’ suggested Mrs Franklin. ‘Surely that’s right. “And Echo answers where”?’

  I was doubtful. ‘It would make a word end in “W”.’

  ‘Well, lots of words end in “W”. How and now and snow.’

  Elizabeth Cole said from the window: ‘The Tennyson quotation is: “And Echo whate’er is asked her answers Death”.’

  I heard a quick sharp intake of breath behind me. I looked up. It was Judith. She went past us to the window and out upon the balcony.

  I said, as I wrote the last clue in: ‘Even love can’t be an anagram. The second letter now is “A”.’

  ‘What’s the clue again?’

  ‘Even love or third party risk? Blank A and six blanks.’

  ‘Paramour,’ said Boyd Carrington.

  I heard the teaspoon rattle on Barbara Franklin’s saucer. I went on to the next clue.

  ‘“Jealousy is a green-eyed monster,” this person said.’

  ‘Shakespeare,’ said Boyd Carrington.

  ‘Was it Othello or Emilia?’ said Mrs Franklin.

  ‘All too long. The clue is only four letters.’

  ‘Iago.’

  ‘I’m sure it was Othello.’

  ‘It wasn’t in Othello at all. Romeo said it to Juliet.’

  We all voiced our opinions. Suddenly from the balcony Judith cried out: ‘Look, a shooting star. Oh, there’s another.’

  Boyd Carrington said: ‘Where? We must wish.’ He went out on the balcony, joining Elizabeth Cole, Norton and Judith. Nurse Craven went out too. Franklin got up and joined them. They stood there, exclaiming, gazing out into the night.

  I remained with my head bent over the crossword. Why should I wish to see a falling star? I had nothing to wish for . . .

  Suddenly Boyd Carrington wheeled back into the room.

  ‘Barbara, you must come out.’

  Mrs Franklin said sharply: ‘No, I can’t. I’m too tired.’

  ‘Nonsense, Babs. You must come and wish!’ He laughed. ‘Now don’t protest. I’ll carry you.’

  And suddenly stooping he picked her up in his arms. She laughed and protested: ‘Bill, put me down – don’t be so silly.’

  ‘Little girls have got to come out and wish.’ He carried her through the window and set her down on the balcony.

  I bent closer over the paper. For I was remembering . . . A clear tropical night, frogs croaking . . . and a shooting star. I was standing there by the window, and I had turned and picked up Cinders and carried her out in my arms to see the stars and wish . . .

  The lines of my crossword ran and blurred before my eyes.

  A figure detached itself from the balcony and came into the room – Judith.

  Judith must never catch me with tears in my eyes. It would never do. Hastily I swung round the bookcase and pretended to be looking for a book. I remembered having seen an old edition of Shakespeare there. Yes, here it was. I looked through Othello.

  ‘What are you doing, Father?’

  I mumbled something about the clue, my fingers turning over the pages. Yes, it was Iago.

  ‘O beware, my lord, of jealousy;

  It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock

  The meat it feeds on.’

  Judith went on with some other lines:

  ‘Not poppy, nor mandragora, nor all the drowsy syrups of the world

  Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep which thou ow’dst yesterday.’

  Her voice rang out, beautiful and deep.

  The others were coming back, laughing and talking. Mrs Franklin resumed her place on the chaise-longue, Franklin came back to his seat and stirred his coffee. Norton and Elizabeth Cole finished drinking theirs and excused themselves as they had promised to play bridge with the Luttrells.

  Mrs Franklin drank her coffee and then demanded her ‘drops’. Judith got them for her from the bathroom as Nurse Craven had just gone out.

  Franklin was wandering aimlessly round the room. He stumbled over a small table. His wife said sharply:

  ‘Don’t be so clumsy, John.’

  ‘Sorry, Barbara. I was thinking of something.’

  Mrs Franklin said rather affectedly: ‘Such a great bear, aren’t you, darling?’

  He looked at her rather abstractedly. Then he said: ‘Nice night, think I’ll take a stroll.’

  He went out.

  Mrs Franklin said: ‘He is a genius, you know. You can tell it from his manner. I really do admire him terrifically. Such a passion for his work.’

  ‘Yes, yes, clever fellow,’ said Boyd Carrington rather perfunctorily.

  Judith left the room abruptly, nearly colliding with Nurse Craven in the doorway.

  Boyd Carrington said: ‘What about a game of picquet, Babs?’

  ‘Oh, lovely. Can you get hold of some cards, Nurse?’

  Nurse Craven went to get cards, and I wished Mrs Franklin good night and thanked her for the coffee.

  Outside I overtook Franklin and Judith. They were stan
ding looking out of the passage window. They were not speaking, just standing side by side.

  Franklin looked over his shoulder as I approached. He moved a step or two, hesitated and said: ‘Coming out for a stroll, Judith?’

  My daughter shook her head. ‘Not tonight.’ She added abruptly: ‘I’m going to bed. Good night.’

  I went downstairs with Franklin. He was whistling softly to himself and smiling.

  I remarked rather crossly, for I was feeling depressed myself: ‘You seem pleased with yourself tonight.’

  He admitted it.

  ‘Yes. I’ve done something that I’ve been meaning to do for a long time. Very satisfactory, that.’

  I parted from him downstairs, and looked in on the bridge players for a minute. Norton winked at me when Mrs Luttrell wasn’t looking. The rubber seemed to be progressing with unusual harmony.

  Allerton had still not come back. It seemed to me that the house was happier and less oppressive without him.

  I went up to Poirot’s room. I found Judith sitting with him. She smiled at me when I came in and did not speak.

  ‘She has forgiven you, mon ami,’ said Poirot – an outrageous remark.

  ‘Really,’ I spluttered. ‘I hardly think –’

  Judith got up. She put an arm round my neck and kissed me. She said: ‘Poor Father. Uncle Hercule shall not attack your dignity. I am the one to be forgiven. So forgive me and say good night.’

  I don’t quite know why, but I said: ‘I’m sorry, Judith. I’m very sorry, I didn’t mean –’

  She stopped me. ‘That’s all right. Let’s forget it. Everything’s all right now.’ She smiled a slow, far-away smile. She said again: ‘Everything’s all right now . . .’ and quietly left the room.

  When she had gone Poirot looked at me.

  ‘Well?’ he demanded. ‘What has been happening this evening?’

  I spread out my hands. ‘Nothing has happened, or is likely to happen,’ I told him.

  Actually I was very wide of the mark. For something did happen that night. Mrs Franklin was taken violently ill. Two more doctors were sent for, but in vain. She died the following morning.

 

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