The Rose and the Yew Tree. Агата Кристи

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      ‘Pitiful on a platform,’ said Carslake. ‘Quite pitiful. Er and ah and erhem—just couldn’t get on with it. We wrote his speeches, of course, and we had a good speaker down always for the important meetings. It would have been all right ten years ago. Good honest chap, local, straight as a die, and a gentleman. But nowadays—they want more than that!’

      ‘They want brains?’ I suggested.

      Carslake didn’t seem to think much of brains.

      ‘They want a downy sort of chap—slick—knows the answers, can get a quick laugh. And, of course, they want someone who’ll promise the earth. An old-fashioned chap like Bradwell is too conscientious to do that sort of thing. He won’t say that everyone will have houses, and the war will end tomorrow, and every woman’s going to have central heating and a washing machine.

      ‘And, of course,’ he went on, ‘the swing of the pendulum had begun. We’ve been in too long. Anything for a change. The other chap, Wilbraham, was a competent fellow, earnest, been a schoolmaster, invalided out of the Army, big talk about what was going to be done for the returning ex-serviceman—and the usual hot air about Nationalization and the Health Schemes. What I mean is, he put over his stuff well. Got in with a majority of over two thousand. First time such a thing’s ever happened in St Loo. Shook us all up, I can tell you. We’ve got to do better this time. We’ve got to get Wilbraham out.’

      ‘Is he popular?’

      ‘So so. Doesn’t spend much money in the place, but he’s conscientious and got a nice manner with him. It won’t be too easy getting him out. We’ve got to pull our socks up all over the country.’

      ‘You don’t think Labour will get in?’

      We were incredulous about such a possibility before the election of 1945.

      Carslake said of course Labour wouldn’t get in—the county was solidly behind Churchill.

      ‘But we shan’t have the same majority in the country. Depends, of course, how the Liberal vote goes. Between you and me, Mrs Norreys, I shan’t be surprised if we see a big increase in the Liberal vote.’

      I glanced sideways at Teresa. She was trying to assume the face of one politically intent.

      ‘I’m sure you’ll be a great help to us,’ said Carslake heartily to her.

      Teresa murmured, ‘I’m afraid I’m not a very keen politician.’

      Carslake said breezily, ‘We must all work hard.’

      He looked at me in a calculating manner. I at once offered to address envelopes.

      ‘I still have the use of my arms,’ I said.

      He looked embarrassed at once and began to rock on his heels again.

      ‘Splendid,’ he said. ‘Splendid. Where did you get yours? North Africa?’

      I said I had got it in the Harrow Road. That finished him. His embarrassment was so acute as to be catching.

      Clutching at a straw, he turned to Teresa.

      ‘Your husband,’ he said, ‘he’ll help us too?’

      Teresa shook her head.

      ‘I’m afraid,’ she said, ‘he’s a Communist.’

      If she had said Robert had been a black mamba she couldn’t have upset Carslake more. He positively shuddered.

      ‘You see,’ explained Teresa, ‘he’s an artist.’

      Carslake brightened a little at that. Artists, writers, that sort of thing …

      ‘I see,’ he said broad-mindedly. ‘Yes, I see.’

      ‘And that gets Robert out of it,’ Teresa said to me afterwards.

      I told her that she was an unscrupulous woman.

      When Robert came in, Teresa informed him of his political faith.

      ‘But I’ve never been a member of the Communist Party,’ he protested. ‘I mean, I do like their ideas. I think the whole ideology is right.’

      ‘Exactly,’ said Teresa. ‘That’s what I told Carslake. And from time to time we’ll leave Karl Marx open across the arm of your chair—and then you’ll be quite safe from being asked to do anything.’

      ‘That’s all very well, Teresa,’ said Robert doubtfully. ‘Suppose the other side get at me?’

      Teresa reassured him.

      ‘They won’t. As far as I can see, the Labour Party is far more frightened of the Communists than the Tories are.’

      ‘I wonder,’ I said, ‘what our candidate’s like?’

      For Carslake had been just a little evasive on the subject.

      Teresa had asked him if Sir James was going to contest the seat again and Carslake had shaken his head.

      ‘No, not this time. We’ve got to make a big fight. I don’t know how it will go, I’m sure.’ He looked very harassed. ‘He’s not a local man.’

      ‘Who is he?’

      ‘A Major Gabriel. He’s a VC.’

      ‘This war? Or the last?’

      ‘Oh, this war. He’s quite a youngish chap. Thirty-four. Splendid war record. Got his VC for “Unusual coolness, heroism and devotion to duty”. He was in command of a machine-gun position under constant enemy fire in the attack at Salerno. All but one of his crew were killed and although wounded himself he held the position alone until all the ammunition was exhausted. He then retired to the main position, killed several of the enemy with hand-grenades and dragged the remaining seriously wounded member of his crew to safety. Good show, what? Unfortunately, he’s not much to look at—small, insignificant chap.’

      ‘How will he stand the test of the public platform?’ I asked.

      Carslake’s face brightened.

      ‘Oh, he’s all right there. Positively slick, if you know what I mean. Quick as lightning. Good at getting a laugh, too. Some of it, mind you, is rather cheap stuff—’ For a moment Carslake’s face showed a sensitive distaste. He was a real Conservative, I perceived, he preferred acute boredom to the meretriciously amusing. ‘But it goes down—oh yes, it goes down.

      ‘Of course,’ he added, ‘he has no background …’

      ‘You mean he isn’t a Cornishman?’ I said. ‘Where does he come from?’

      ‘To tell you the truth, I’ve no idea … He doesn’t come from anywhere exactly—if you know what I mean. We shall keep dark on all that. Play up the war angle—gallant service—all that. He can stand, you know, for the plain man—the ordinary Englishman. СКАЧАТЬ