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  At last she seemed to have nerved herself to the required point. She turned to me and said abruptly: “Sit down.”

  I sat down by the table very quietly. She began nervously: “You must have wondered what all this is about?”

  I just nodded without saying anything.

  “I’ve made up my mind to tell you—everything! I must tell someone or I shall go mad.”

  “Well,” I said, “I think really it would be just as well. It’s not easy to know the best thing to do when one’s kept in the dark.”

  She stopped in her uneasy walk and faced me.

  “Do you know what I’m frightened of?”

  “Some man,” I said.

  “Yes—but I didn’t say whom—I said what.”

  I waited.

  She said: “I’m afraid of being killed!”

  Well, it was out now. I wasn’t going to show any particular concern. She was near enough to hysterics as it was.

  “Dear me,” I said. “So that’s it, is it?”

  Then she began to laugh. She laughed and she laughed—and the tears ran down her face.

  “The way you said that!” she gasped. “The way you said it. . . .”

  “Now, now,” I said. “This won’t do.” I spoke sharply. I pushed her into a chair, went over to the washstand and got a cold sponge and bathed her forehead and wrists.

  “No more nonsense,” I said. “Tell me calmly and sensibly all about it.”

  That stopped her. She sat up and spoke in her natural voice.

  “You’re a treasure, nurse,” she said. “You make me feel as though I’m six. I’m going to tell you.”

  “That’s right,” I said. “Take your time and don’t hurry.”

  She began to speak, slowly and deliberately.

  “When I was a girl of twenty I married. A young man in one of our State departments. It was in 1918.”

  “I know,” I said. “Mrs. Mercado told me. He was killed in the war.”

  But Mrs. Leidner shook her head.

  “That’s what she thinks. That’s what everybody thinks. The truth is something different. I was a queer patriotic, enthusiastic girl, nurse, full of idealism. When I’d been married a few months I discovered—by a quite unforeseeable accident—that my husband was a spy in German pay. I learned that the information supplied by him had led directly to the sinking of an American transport and the loss of hundreds of lives. I don’t know what most people would have done . . . But I’ll tell you what I did. I went straight to my father, who was in the War Department, and told him the truth. Frederick was killed in the war—but he was killed in America—shot as a spy.”

  “Oh dear, dear!” I ejaculated. “How terrible!”

  “Yes,” she said. “It was terrible. He was so kind, too—so gentle . . . And all the time . . . But I never hesitated. Perhaps I was wrong.”

  “It’s difficult to say,” I said. “I’m sure I don’t know what one would do.”

  “What I’m telling you was never generally known outside the State department. Ostensibly my husband had gone to the Front and had been killed. I had a lot of sympathy and kindness shown me as a war widow.”

  Her voice was bitter and I nodded comprehendingly.

  “Lots of people wanted to marry me, but I always refused. I’d had too bad a shock. I didn’t feel I could ever trust anyone again.”

  “Yes, I can imagine feeling like that.”

  “And then I became very fond of a certain young man. I wavered. An amazing thing happened! I got an anonymous letter—from Frederick—saying that if I ever married another man, he’d kill me!”

  “From Frederick? From your dead husband?”

  “Yes. Of course, I thought at first I was mad or dreaming . . . At last I went to my father. He told me the truth. My husband hadn’t been shot after all. He’d escaped—but his escape did him no good. He was involved in a train wreck a few weeks later and his dead body was found amongst others. My father had kept the fact of his escape from me, and since the man had died anyway he had seen no reason to tell me anything until now.

  “But the letter I received opened up entirely new possibilities. Was it perhaps a fact that my husband was still alive?

  “My father went into the matter as carefully as possible. And he declared that as far as one could humanly be sure the body that was buried as Frederick’s was Frederick’s. There had been a certain amount of disfiguration, so that he could not speak with absolute cast-iron certainty, but he reiterated his solemn belief that Frederick was dead and that this letter was a cruel and malicious hoax.

  “The same thing happened more than once. If I seemed to be on intimate terms with any man, I would receive a threatening letter.”

  “In your husband’s handwriting?”

  She said slowly: “That is difficult to say. I had no letters of his. I had only my memory to go by.”

  “There was no allusion or special form of words used that could make you sure?”

  “No. There were certain terms—nicknames, for instance—private between us—if one of those had been used or quoted, then I should have been quite sure.”

  “Yes,” I said thoughtfully. “That is odd. It looks as though it wasn’t your husband. But is there anyone else it could be?”

  “There is a possibility. Frederick had a younger brother—a boy of ten or twelve at the time of our marriage. He worshipped Frederick and Frederick was devoted to him. What happened to this boy, William his name was, I don’t know. It seems to me possible that, adoring his brother as fanatically as he did, he may have grown up regarding me as directly responsible for his death. He had always been jealous of me and may have invented this scheme by way of punishment.”

  “It’s possible,” I said. “It’s amazing the way children do remember if they’ve had a shock.”

  “I know. This boy may have dedicated his life to revenge.”

  “Please go on.”

  “There isn’t much more to tell. I met Eric three years ago. I meant never to marry. Eric made me change my mind. Right up to our wedding day I waited for another threatening letter. None came. I decided that whoever the writer might be, he was either dead, or tired of his cruel sport. Two days after our marriage I got this.”

  Drawing a small attaché case which was on the table towards her, she unlocked it, took out a letter and handed it to me.

  The ink was slightly faded. It was written in a rather womanish hand with a forward slant.

  You have disobeyed. Now you cannot escape. You must be Frederick Bosner’s wife only! You have got to die.

  “I was frightened—but not so much as I might have been to begin with. Being with Eric made me feel safe. Then, a month later, I got a second letter.”

  I have not forgotten. I am making my plans. You have got to die. Why did you disobey?

  “Does your husband know about this?”

  Mrs. Leidner answered slowly.

  “He knows that I am threatened. I showed him both letters when the second one came. He was inclined to think the whole thing a hoax. He thought also that it might be someone who wanted to blackmail me by pretending my first husband was alive.”

  She paused and then went on.

  “A few days after I received the second letter we had a narrow escape from death by gas poisoning. Somebody entered our apartment after we were asleep and turned on the gas. Luckily I woke and smelled the gas in time. Then I lost my nerve. I told Eric how I had been persecuted for years, and I told him that I was sure this madman, whoever he might be, did really mean to kill me. I think that for the first time I really did think it was Frederick. There was always something a little ruthless behind his gentleness.

  “Eric was still, I think, less alarmed than I was. He wanted to go to the police. Naturally I wouldn’t hear of that. In the end we agreed that I should accompany him here, and that it might be wise if I didn’t return to America in the summer but stayed in London and Paris.

  “We carried out our plan and all went
well. I felt sure that now everything would be all right. After all, we had put half the globe between ourselves and my enemy.

  “And then—a little over three weeks ago—I received a letter—with an Iraq stamp on it.”

  She handed me a third letter.

  You thought you could escape. You were wrong. You shall not be false to me and live. I have always told you so. Death is coming very soon.

  “And a week ago—this! Just lying on the table here. It had not even gone through the post.”

  I took the sheet of paper from her. There was just one phrase scrawled across it.

  I have arrived.

  She stared at me.

  “You see? You understand? He’s going to kill me. It may be Frederick—it may be little William—but he’s going to kill me.”

  Her voice rose shudderingly. I caught her wrist.

  “Now—now,” I said warningly. “Don’t give way. We’ll look after you. Have you got any sal volatile?”

  She nodded towards the washstand and I gave her a good dose.

  “That’s better,” I said, as the colour returned to her cheeks.

  “Yes, I’m better now. But oh, nurse, do you see why I’m in this state? When I saw that man looking in through my window, I thought: he’s come . . . Even when you arrived I was suspicious. I thought you might be a man in disguise—”

  “The idea!”

  “Oh, I know it sounds absurd. But you might have been in league with him perhaps—not a hospital nurse at all.”

  “But that’s nonsense!”

  “Yes, perhaps. But I’ve got beyond sense.”

  Struck by a sudden idea, I said: “You’d recognize your husband, I suppose?”

  She answered slowly.

  “I don’t even know that. It’s over fifteen years ago. I mightn’t recognize his face.”

  Then she shivered.

  “I saw it one night—but it was a dead face. There was a tap, tap, tap on the window. And then I saw a face, a dead face, ghastly and grinning against the pane. I screamed and screamed . . . And they said there wasn’t anything there!”

  I remembered Mrs. Mercado’s story.

  “You don’t think,” I said hesitatingly, “that you dreamt that?”

  “I’m sure I didn’t!”

  I wasn’t so sure. It was the kind of nightmare that was quite likely under the circumstances and that easily might be taken for a waking occurrence. However, I never contradict a patient. I soothed Mrs. Leidner as best I could and pointed out that if any stranger arrived in the neighbourhood it was pretty sure to be known.

  I left her, I think, a little comforted, and I went in search of Dr. Leidner and told him of our conversation.

  “I’m glad she told you,” he said simply. “It has worried me dreadfully. I feel sure that all those faces and tappings on the windowpane have been sheer imagination on her part. I haven’t known what to do for the best. What do you think of the whole thing?”

  I didn’t quite understand the tone in his voice, but I answered promptly enough.

  “It’s possible,” I said, “that these letters may be just a cruel and malicious hoax.”

  “Yes, that is quite likely. But what are we to do? They are driving her mad. I don’t know what to think.”

  I didn’t either. It had occurred to me that possibly a woman might be concerned. Those letters had a feminine note about them. Mrs. Mercado was at the back of my mind.

  Supposing that by some chance she had learnt the facts of Mrs. Leidner’s first marriage? She might be indulging her spite by terrorizing the other woman.

  I didn’t quite like to suggest such a thing to Dr. Leidner. It’s so difficult to know how people are going to take things.

  “Oh, well,” I said cheerfully, “we must hope for the best. I think Mrs. Leidner seems happier already from just talking about it. That’s always a help, you know. It’s bottling things up that makes them get on your nerves.”

  “I’m very glad she has told you,” he repeated. “It’s a good sign. It shows she likes and trusts you. I’ve been at my wits’ end to know what to do for the best.”

  It was on the tip of my tongue to ask him whether he’d thought of giving a discreet hint to the local police, but afterwards I was glad I hadn’t done so.

  What happened was this. On the following day Mr. Coleman was going in to Hassanieh to get the workmen’s pay. He was also taking in all our letters to catch the air mail.

  The letters, as written, were dropped into a wooden box on the dining room windowsill. Last thing that night Mr. Coleman took them out and was sorting them out into bundles and putting rubber bands round them.

  Suddenly he gave a shout.

  “What is it?” I asked.

  He held out a letter with a grin.

  “It’s our Lovely Louise—she really is going balmy. She’s addressed a letter to someone at 42nd Street, Paris, France. I don’t think that can be right, do you? Do you mind taking it to her and asking what she does mean? She’s just gone off to bed.”

  I took it from him and ran off to Mrs. Leidner with it and she amended the address.

  It was the first time I had seen Mrs. Leidner’s handwriting, and I wondered idly where I had seen it before, for it was certainly quite familiar to me.

  It wasn’t till the middle of the night that it suddenly came to me.

  Except that it was bigger and rather more straggling, it was extraordinarily like the writing on the anonymous letters.

  New ideas flashed through my head.

  Had Mrs. Leidner conceivably written those letters herself?

  And did Dr. Leidner half suspect the fact?

  Ten

  SATURDAY AFTERNOON

  Mrs. Leidner told me her story on a Friday.

  On the Saturday morning there was a feeling of slight anticlimax in the air.

  Mrs. Leidner, in particular, was inclined to be very offhand with me and rather pointedly avoided any possibility of a tête-à-tête. Well, that didn’t surprise me! I’ve had the same thing happen to me again and again. Ladies tell their nurses things in a sudden burst of confidence, and then, afterwards, they feel uncomfortable about it and wish they hadn’t! It’s only human nature.

  I was very careful not to hint or remind her in any way of what she had told me. I purposely kept my conversation as matter-of-fact as possible.

  Mr. Coleman had started in to Hassanieh in the morning, driving himself in the lorry with the letters in a knapsack. He also had one or two commissions to do for the members of the expedition. It was payday for the men, and he would have to go to the bank and bring out the money in coins of small denominations. All this was a long business and he did not expect to be back until the afternoon. I rather suspected he might be lunching with Sheila Reilly.

  Work on the dig was usually not very busy on the afternoon of payday as at three-thirty the paying out began.

  The little boy, Abdullah, whose business it was to wash pots, was established as usual in the centre of the courtyard, and again, as usual, kept up his queer nasal chant. Dr. Leidner and Mr. Emmott were going to put in some work on the pottery until Mr. Coleman returned, and Mr. Carey went up to the dig.

  Mrs. Leidner went to her room to rest. I settled her as usual and then went to my own room, taking a book with me as I did not feel sleepy. It was then about a quarter to one, and a couple of hours passed quite pleasantly. I was reading Death in a Nursing Home—really a most exciting story—though I don’t think the author knew much about the way nursing homes are run! At any rate I’ve never known a nursing home like that! I really felt inclined to write to the author and put him right about a few points.

  When I put the book down at last (it was the red-haired parlourmaid and I’d never suspected her once!) and looked at my watch I was quite surprised to find it was twenty minutes to three!

  I got up, straightened my uniform, and came out into the courtyard.

  Abdullah was still scrubbing and still singing his depressing chant
, and David Emmott was standing by him sorting the scrubbed pots, and putting the ones that were broken into boxes to await mending. I strolled over towards them just as Dr. Leidner came down the staircase from the roof.

  “Not a bad afternoon,” he said cheerfully. “I’ve made a bit of a clearance up there. Louise will be pleased. She’s complained lately that there’s not room to walk about. I’ll go and tell her the good news.”

  He went over to his wife’s door, tapped on it and went in.

  It must, I suppose, have been about a minute and a half later that he came out again. I happened to be looking at the door when he did so. It was like a nightmare. He had gone in a brisk, cheerful man. He came out like a drunken one—reeling a little on his feet, and with a queer dazed expression on his face.

  “Nurse—” he called in a queer, hoarse voice. “Nurse—”

  I saw at once something was wrong and I ran across to him. He looked awful—his face was all grey and twitching, and I saw he might collapse any minute.

  “My wife . . .” he said. “My wife . . . Oh, my God. . . .”

  I pushed past him into the room. Then I caught my breath.

  Mrs. Leidner was lying in a dreadful huddled heap by the bed.

  I bent over her. She was quite dead—must have been dead an hour at least. The cause of death was perfectly plain—a terrific blow on the front of the head just over the right temple. She must have got up from the bed and been struck down where she stood.

  I didn’t handle her more than I could help.

  I glanced round the room to see if there was anything that might give a clue, but nothing seemed out of place or disturbed. The windows were closed and fastened, and there was no place where the murderer could have hidden. Obviously he had been and gone long ago.

  I went out, closing the door behind me.

  Dr. Leidner had collapsed completely now. David Emmott was with him and turned a white, inquiring face to me.

  In a few low words I told him what had happened.

  As I had always suspected, he was a first-class person to rely on in trouble. He was perfectly calm and self-possessed. Those blue eyes of his opened very wide, but otherwise he gave no sign at all.

 

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