The Shadow on the Glass: An Agatha Christie Short Story. Agatha Christie

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      This short story is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

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      ‘The Shadow on the Glass’ was first published in Grand Magazine, October 1923.

      This ePub edition published April 2012.

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      EPub Edition © 2012 ISBN: 9780007486724

      Version: 2017-04-19

      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

       Copyright

      The Shadow on the Glass

       About the Publisher

      The Shadow on the Glass

      ‘The Shadow on the Glass’ was first published in Grand Magazine, October 1923.

      ‘Listen to this,’ said Lady Cynthia Drage.

      She read aloud from the journal she held in her hand.

      ‘Mr and Mrs Unkerton are entertaining a party at Greenways House this week. Amongst the guests are Lady Cynthia Drage, Mr and Mrs Richard Scott, Major Porter, D.S.O., Mrs Staverton, Captain Allenson and Mr Satterthwaite.’

      ‘It’s as well,’ remarked Lady Cynthia, casting away the paper, ‘to know what we’re in for. But they have made a mess of things!’

      Her companion, that same Mr Satterthwaite whose name figured at the end of the list of guests, looked at her interrogatively. It had been said that if Mr Satterthwaite were found at the houses of those rich who had newly arrived, it was a sign either that the cooking was unusually good, or that a drama of human life was to be enacted there. Mr Satterthwaite was abnormally interested in the comedies and tragedies of his fellow men.

      Lady Cynthia, who was a middle-aged woman, with a hard face and a liberal allowance of make-up, tapped him smartly with the newest thing in parasols which lay rakishly across her knee.

      ‘Don’t pretend you don’t understand me. You do perfectly. What’s more I believe you’re here on purpose to see the fur fly!’

      Mr Satterthwaite protested vigorously. He didn’t know what she was talking about.

      ‘I’m talking about Richard Scott. Do you pretend you’ve never heard of him?’

      ‘No, of course not. He’s the Big Game man, isn’t he?’

      ‘That’s it – “Great big bears and tigers, etc.” as the song says. Of course, he’s a great lion himself just now – the Unkertons would naturally be mad to get hold of him – and the bride! A charming child – oh! quite a charming child – but so naïve, only twenty, you know, and he must be at least forty-five.’

      ‘Mrs Scott seems to be very charming,’ said Mr Satterthwaite sedately.

      ‘Yes, poor child.’

      ‘Why poor child?’

      Lady Cynthia cast him a look of reproach, and went on approaching the point at issue in her own manner.

      ‘Porter’s all right – a dull dog, though – another of these African hunters, all sunburnt and silent. Second fiddle to Richard Scott and always has been – life-long friends and all that sort of thing. When I come to think of it, I believe they were together on that trip –’

      ‘Which trip?’

      ‘The trip. The Mrs Staverton trip. You’ll be saying next you’ve never heard of Mrs Staverton.’

      ‘I have heard of Mrs Staverton,’ said Mr Satterthwaite, almost with unwillingness.

      And he and Lady Cynthia exchanged glances.

      ‘It’s so exactly like the Unkertons,’ wailed the latter, ‘they are absolutely hopeless – socially, I mean. The idea of asking those two together! Of course they’d heard that Mrs Staverton was a sportswoman and a traveller and all that, and about her book. People like the Unkertons don’t even begin to realize what pitfalls there are! I’ve been running them, myself, for the last year, and what I’ve gone through nobody knows. One has to be constantly at their elbow. “Don’t do that! You can’t do this!” Thank goodness, I’m through with it now. Not that we’ve quarrelled – oh! no, I never quarrel, but somebody else can take on the job. As I’ve always said, I can put up with vulgarity, but I can’t stand meanness!’

      After this somewhat cryptic utterance, Lady Cynthia was silent for a moment, ruminating on the Unkertons’ meanness as displayed to herself.

      ‘If I’d still been running the show for them,’ she went on presently, ‘I should have said quite firmly and plainly: “You can’t ask Mrs Staverton with the Richard Scotts. She and he were once –”’

      She stopped eloquently.

      ‘But were they once?’ asked Mr Satterthwaite.

      ‘My dear man! It’s well known. That trip into the Interior! I’m surprised the woman had the face to accept the invitation.’

      ‘Perhaps she didn’t know the others were coming?’ suggested Mr Satterthwaite.

      ‘Perhaps she did. That’s far more likely.’

      ‘You think –?’

      ‘She’s what I call a СКАЧАТЬ