Inspector Alleyn 3-Book Collection 4: A Surfeit of Lampreys, Death and the Dancing Footman, Colour Scheme. Ngaio Marsh

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      ‘Darling Robin,’ said Charlot, ‘you don’t mind, do you?’

      ‘Of course I don’t. And I have followed a bit.’

      ‘Taisez-vous donc!’ commanded Frid dramatically. ‘Ecoutez!’

      ‘What’s the matter?’ asked Henry testily.

      ‘Listen, all of you.’

      From a distant part of the flat came the sound of a deep voice.

      ‘It’s Mr Alleyn,’ said Frid. ‘What’s he yelling like that for?’

      ‘Perhaps he’s flown into a black rage,’ suggested Patch.

      ‘Perhaps he’s arresting Nanny or someone,’ said Stephen.

      ‘I must say I don’t see why he should roar at her, even if he is. And anyway,’ added Frid, ‘he doesn’t sound like that. He sounds as if he’s yelling to someone downstairs.’

      ‘Or to someone deaf,’ Stephen amended.

      ‘Good Heavens,’ cried Charlot, ‘can it be Aunt Kit?’

      ‘Really, Immy!’ said Lord Charles, ‘why on earth should Aunt Kit come back here at this hour?’

      ‘Everything is so odd that I don’t consider the return of Aunt Kit at midnight would be at all surprising.’

      ‘It isn’t midnight,’ said Patch.

      ‘Mr Alleyn is growing fainter,’ observed Colin. ‘He must be going downstairs and roaring as he goes.’

      ‘Perhaps,’ suggested Patch, ‘he’s sitting in the lift and shouting to find out si nous avons parlé vrai, au sujet de mon oncle.’

      ‘Patch, darling!’ lamented Charlot, ‘your accent. Honestly!’

      ‘Well, I suppose we can’t go and find out,’ said Frid with a glance at the back of the constable’s head.

      ‘Good God!’ ejaculated Lord Charles. ‘It is Aunt Kit.’

      And through the door into the drawing-room came Lady Katherine Lobe.

      ‘Immy darling,’ she whispered, as she embraced Charlot. ‘So terrible but in a way such a dispensation. His ways are indeed mysterious and no doubt He has chosen this instrument. Charlie, my dear!’

      ‘Aunt Kit, where have you been?’

      ‘To Hampstead. By tube and bus. I should have returned sooner but most unfortunately I caught the wrong bus and then again Mr Nathan took such a long time. And all for nothing as it turns out. Though even now with the death duties –’

      ‘Whom did you go to see at Hampstead?’

      ‘A Mr Isadore Z. Nathan, Charlie. I thought I should find him in his shop but of course when I left here it was after closing hours. But I found his private address in the telephone book and luckily he was at home. Such an amazing house, Immy. Enormous pictures and a great deal of velvet. But Mr Nathan was charming.’

      ‘You can’t mean Uncle Izzy from the pop-shop round the corner!’ Frid ejaculated.

      ‘What, darling?’

      ‘Not the pawnbroker in Admiral Street, Aunt Kit?’

      ‘Yes. You see, Charlie, I had often thought of doing it for my lame ducks, because it did seem rather extravagant and useless to pay all those large premiums when I am not well off, but as they were family things and almost the only family things that I had, I always imagined that mama would not have approved, so I didn’t. But this was quite different because you are the family and it gave me the very greatest pleasure, darling. I couldn’t be more pleased. Now, perhaps, you will feel you would like to redeem them, though, for the time being –’

      ‘Aunt Kit,’ said Lord Charles hastily, ‘you’re not talking about the Indian pearls?’

      ‘What, dear?’

      ‘Not Great-Aunt Caroline’s pearls?’

      ‘It’s such luck that I always wear them.’ Lady Katherine fumbled in her reticule and produced a slip of paper over which she enclosed Lord Charles’s nerveless fingers. ‘There, Charlie, my dear. And I’m so glad. I’m sure Mr Nathan is perfectly all right. He took a very long time examining them and you see I knew their value because of the insurance and I drove quite a shrewd bargain with him. I asked him to make the cheque out to you because –’

      Charlot, rather belatedly, interrupted Lady Katherine with a loud patter of French. Lady Katherine peered towards the far end of the room, uttered a whispered ejaculation, and sank into the nearest chair. Lord Charles stared through his glass at the cheque, seemed to try to speak to his aunt, made a small helpless gesture and turned to his wife.

      ‘Darling Aunt Kit,’ began Charlot and stopped short. ‘C’est trop –’ She stopped again. ‘I simply cannot go on yelling French,’ said Charlot. She glanced at the top of the policeman’s head, went to the desk near Roberta, drew out a sheet of paper, and took up her pen.

      ‘Surely,’ said Lady Katherine, ‘he can’t dream of thinking any of you –’ She turned with an air of tragedy to her nephew. ‘It’s too impossible,’ she whispered. ‘He seemed to be a gentleman.’

      ‘Give her this,’ said Charlot. Into Roberta’s hand she thrust a sheet of paper on which she had written in block capitals: ‘Darling, did you tell him we asked Gabriel for two thousand?’

      In obedience to signals from the rest of the family, Roberta displayed this communication before handing it to Lady Katherine who instantly began to fumble for her glasses. These secured and slung across her nose, she read Charlot’s message, her lips forming the words, her hands trembling. She laid the paper on her knees and, looking piteously from one to the other of the Lampreys, she whispered: ‘I didn’t tell him how much.’

      Frid groaned. There was a short silence. Roberta watched Lady Katherine’s hand, swollen a little with arthritis and still trembling very much, grope in her bag for a handkerchief. Suddenly Henry walked over to his aunt and stooped to kiss her.

      ‘Dear Aunt Kit,’ said Henry gently. ‘You are so kind.’

      It was perhaps at this moment that Roberta first realized that she was in love with Henry.

      II

      It is not easy to thank a deaf person for a large sum of money when every word of thanks may compromise the speaker in the ears of an attentive policeman. The Lampreys pulled themselves together and made a pretty good job of it. Lady Katherine seemed to have some difficulty in hearing French though she whispered away at it herself with great fluency. The conversation was therefore conducted along bi-lingual lines, the Lampreys’ less dangerous remarks being made in English, though Roberta thought there seemed to be very little point in disguising the deplorable state of Lord Charles’s СКАЧАТЬ