The Burden. Агата Кристи

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      After lunch, Arthur Franklin drew his friend into the study.

      ‘There’s an article here—’ he began.

      Mr Baldock interrupted him, without ceremony and forthrightly, as was his custom.

      ‘Just a minute. I’ve got something I want to say. Why don’t you send that child to school?’

      ‘Laura? That is the idea—after Christmas, I believe. When she’s eleven.’

      ‘Don’t wait for that. Do it now.’

      ‘It would be mid-term. And, anyway, Miss Weekes is quite—’

      Mr Baldock said what he thought of Miss Weekes with relish.

      ‘Laura doesn’t want instruction from a desiccated blue-stocking, however bulging with brains,’ he said. ‘She wants distraction, other girls, a different set of troubles if you like. Otherwise, for all you know, you may have a tragedy.’

      ‘A tragedy? What sort of tragedy?’

      ‘A couple of nice little boys the other day took their baby sister out of the pram and threw her in the river. The baby made too much work for Mummy, they said. They had quite genuinely made themselves believe it, I imagine.’

      Arthur Franklin stared at him.

      ‘Jealousy, you mean?’

      ‘Jealousy.’

      ‘My dear Baldy, Laura’s not a jealous child. Never has been.’

      ‘How do you know? Jealousy eats inward.’

      ‘She’s never shown any sign of it. She’s a very sweet, gentle child, but without any very strong feelings, I should say.’

      ‘You’d say!’ Mr Baldock snorted. ‘If you ask me, you and Angela don’t know the first thing about your own child.’

      Arthur Franklin smiled good-temperedly. He was used to Baldy.

      ‘We’ll keep an eye on the baby,’ he said, ‘if that’s what’s worrying you. I’ll give Angela a hint to be careful. Tell her not to make too much fuss of the newcomer, and a bit more of Laura. That ought to meet the case.’ He added with a hint of curiosity: ‘I’ve always wondered just what it is you see in Laura. She—’

      ‘There’s promise there of a very rare and unusual spirit,’ said Mr Baldock. ‘At least so I think.’

      ‘Well—I’ll speak to Angela—but she’ll only laugh.’

      But Angela, rather to her husband’s surprise, did not laugh.

      ‘There’s something in what he says, you know. Child psychologists all agree that jealousy over a new baby is natural and almost inevitable. Though frankly I haven’t seen any signs of it in Laura. She’s a placid child, and it isn’t as though she were wildly attached to me or anything like that. I must try and show her that I depend upon her.’

      And so, when about a week later, she and her husband were going for a weekend visit to some old friends, Angela talked to Laura.

      ‘You’ll take good care of baby, won’t you, Laura, while we’re away? It’s nice to feel I’m leaving you here to keep an eye on everything. Nannie hasn’t been here very long, you see.’

      Her mother’s words pleased Laura. They made her feel old and important. Her small pale face brightened.

      Unfortunately, the good effect was destroyed almost immediately by a conversation between Nannie and Ethel in the nursery, which she happened to overhear.

      ‘Lovely baby, isn’t she?’ said Ethel, poking the infant with a crudely affectionate finger. ‘There’s a little ducksie-wucksie. Seems funny Miss Laura’s always been such a plain little thing. Don’t wonder her pa and ma never took to her, as they took to Master Charles and this one. Miss Laura’s a nice little thing, but you can’t say more than that.’

      That evening Laura knelt by her bed and prayed.

      The Lady with the Blue Cloak had taken no notice of her Intention. Laura was going to headquarters.

      ‘Please, God,’ she prayed, ‘let baby die and go to Heaven soon. Very soon.’

      She got into bed and lay down. Her heart beat, and she felt guilty and wicked. She had done what Mr Baldock had told her not to do, and Mr Baldock was a very wise man. She had had no feeling of guilt about her candle to the Lady in the Blue Cloak—possibly because she had never really had much hope of any result. And she could see no harm in just bringing Josephine on to the terrace. She wouldn’t have put Josephine actually on to the pram. That, she knew, would have been wicked. But if Josephine, of her own accord …?

      Tonight, however, she had crossed the Rubicon. God was all-powerful …

      Shivering a little, Laura fell asleep.

       CHAPTER 5

      Angela and Arthur Franklin drove away in the car.

      Up in the nursery, the new nanny, Gwyneth Jones, was putting the baby to bed.

      She was uneasy tonight. There had been certain feelings, portents, lately, and tonight—

      ‘I’m just imagining it,’ she said to herself. ‘Fancy! That’s all it is.’

      Hadn’t the doctor told her that it was quite possible she might never have another fit?

      She’d had them as a child, and then never a sign of anything of the kind until that terrible day …

      Teething convulsions, her aunt had called those childhood seizures. But the doctor had used another name, had said plainly and without subterfuge what the malady was. And he had said, quite definitely: ‘You mustn’t take a place with a baby or children. It wouldn’t be safe.’

      But she’d paid for that expensive training. It was her trade—what she knew how to do—certificates and all—well paid—and she loved looking after babies. A year had gone by, and there had been no recurrence of trouble. It was all nonsense, the doctor frightening her like that.

      So she’d written to the bureau—a different bureau, and she’d soon got a place, and she was happy here, and the baby was a little love.

      She put the baby into her cot and went downstairs for her supper. She awoke in the night with a sense of uneasiness, almost terror. She thought:

      ‘I’ll make myself a drop of hot milk. It will calm me down.’

      She lit the spirit lamp and carried it to the table near the window.

      There was no final warning. She went down like a stone, lying there on the floor, jerking and twisting. СКАЧАТЬ