The Listerdale Mystery. Агата Кристи

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      Gerald looked a little vexed.

      ‘My dear girl,’ he said, with a shade of testiness in his manner, ‘one should always plan a thing for a definite time. Then one gets through one’s work properly.’

      Alix sat for a minute or two in silence, watching her husband as he lay in his chair smoking, his dark head flung back and the clear-cut lines of his clean-shaven face showing up against the sombre background. And suddenly, from some unknown source, a wave of panic surged over her, so that she cried out before she could stop herself, ‘Oh, Gerald, I wish I knew more about you!’

      Her husband turned an astonished face upon her.

      ‘But, my dear Alix, you do know all about me. I’ve told you of my boyhood in Northumberland, of my life in South Africa, and these last ten years in Canada which have brought me success.’

      ‘Oh! business!’ said Alix scornfully.

      Gerald laughed suddenly.

      ‘I know what you mean—love affairs. You women are all the same. Nothing interests you but the personal element.’

      Alix felt her throat go dry, as she muttered indistinctly: ‘Well, but there must have been—love affairs. I mean—if I only knew—’

      There was silence again for a minute or two. Gerald Martin was frowning, a look of indecision on his face. When he spoke it was gravely, without a trace of his former bantering manner.

      ‘Do you think it wise, Alix—this—Bluebeard’s chamber business? There have been women in my life; yes, I don’t deny it. You wouldn’t believe me if I denied it. But I can swear to you truthfully that not one of them meant anything to me.’

      There was a ring of sincerity in his voice which comforted the listening wife.

      ‘Satisfied, Alix?’ he asked, with a smile. Then he looked at her with a shade of curiosity.

      ‘What has turned your mind on to these unpleasant subjects tonight of all nights?’

      Alix got up, and began to walk about restlessly.

      ‘Oh, I don’t know,’ she said. ‘I’ve been nervy all day.’

      ‘That’s odd,’ said Gerald, in a low voice, as though speaking to himself. ‘That’s very odd.’

      ‘Why is it odd?’

      ‘Oh, my dear girl, don’t flash out at me so. I only said it was odd, because, as a rule, you’re so sweet and serene.’

      Alix forced a smile.

      ‘Everything’s conspired to annoy me today,’ she confessed. ‘Even old George had got some ridiculous idea into his head that we were going away to London. He said you had told him so.’

      ‘Where did you see him?’ asked Gerald sharply.

      ‘He came to work today instead of Friday.’

      ‘Damned old fool,’ said Gerald angrily.

      Alix stared in surprise. Her husband’s face was convulsed with rage. She had never seen him so angry. Seeing her astonishment Gerald made an effort to regain control of himself.

      ‘Well, he is a damned old fool,’ he protested.

      ‘What can you have said to make him think that?’

      ‘I? I never said anything. At least—oh, yes, I remember; I made some weak joke about being “off to London in the morning,” and I suppose he took it seriously. Or else he didn’t hear properly. You undeceived him, of course?’

      He waited anxiously for her reply.

      ‘Of course, but he’s the sort of old man who if once he gets an idea in his head—well, it isn’t so easy to get it out again.’

      Then she told him of George’s insistence on the sum asked for the cottage.

      Gerald was silent for a minute or two, then he said slowly:

      ‘Ames was willing to take two thousand in cash and the remaining thousand on mortgage. That’s the origin of that mistake, I fancy.’

      ‘Very likely,’ agreed Alix.

      Then she looked up at the clock, and pointed to it with a mischievous finger.

      ‘We ought to be getting down to it, Gerald. Five minutes behind schedule.’

      A very peculiar smile came over Gerald Martin’s face.

      ‘I’ve changed my mind,’ he said quietly; ‘I shan’t do any photography tonight.’

      A woman’s mind is a curious thing. When she went to bed that Wednesday night Alix’s mind was contented and at rest. Her momentarily assailed happiness reasserted itself, triumphant as of yore.

      But by the evening of the following day she realized that some subtle forces were at work undermining it. Dick Windyford had not rung up again, nevertheless she felt what she supposed to be his influence at work. Again and again those words of his recurred to her: ‘The man’s a perfect stranger. You know nothing about him.’ And with them came the memory of her husband’s face, photographed clearly on her brain, as he said, ‘Do you think it wise, Alix, this—Bluebeard’s chamber business?’ Why had he said that?

      There had been warning in them—a hint of menace. It was as though he had said in effect: ‘You had better not pry into my life, Alix. You may get a nasty shock if you do.’

      By Friday morning Alix had convinced herself that there had been a woman in Gerald’s life—a Bluebeard’s chamber that he had sedulously sought to conceal from her. Her jealousy, slow to awaken, was now rampant.

      Was it a woman he had been going to meet that night at 9 p.m.? Was his story of photographs to develop a lie invented upon the spur of the moment?

      Three days ago she would have sworn that she knew her husband through and through. Now it seemed to her that he was a stranger of whom she knew nothing. She remembered his unreasonable anger against old George, so at variance with his usual good-tempered manner. A small thing, perhaps, but it showed her that she did not really know the man who was her husband.

      There were several little things required on Friday from the village. In the afternoon Alix suggested that she should go for them whilst Gerald remained in the garden; but somewhat to her surprise he opposed this plan vehemently, and insisted on going himself whilst she remained at home. Alix was forced to give way to him, but his insistence surprised and alarmed her. Why was he so anxious to prevent her going to the village?

      Suddenly an explanation suggested itself to her which made the whole thing clear. Was it not possible that, whilst saying nothing to her, Gerald had indeed come across Dick Windyford? Her own jealousy, entirely dormant at the time of their marriage, had only developed afterwards. Might it not be the same with Gerald? Might he not be anxious to prevent her seeing Dick Windyford again? This explanation was so consistent with the facts, and so comforting to Alix’s perturbed СКАЧАТЬ