Inspector Alleyn 3-Book Collection 8: Death at the Dolphin, Hand in Glove, Dead Water. Ngaio Marsh

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      ‘In that case –’ Nicola said and put the cover on her typewriter.

      ‘That’s right,’ he said and took her arm. ‘I’ve had such a stinker of a morning: you can’t think. How have you got on?’

      ‘I hope, all right.’

      ‘Is he writing a book?’

      ‘I’m a confidential typist.’

      ‘My face can’t get any redder than it’s been already,’ Andrew said and ushered her into the hall. ‘Are you at all interested in painting?’

      ‘Yes. You paint, don’t you?’

      ‘How the hell did you know?’

      ‘Your first fingernail. And anyway, Mr Period told me.’

      ‘Talk, talk, talk!’ Andrew said, but he smiled at her. ‘And what a sharp girl you are, to be sure. Oh, calamity, look who’s here!’

      Alfred was at the front door, showing in a startling lady with tangerine hair, enormous eyes, pale orange lips and a general air of good-humoured raffishness. She was followed by an unremarkable, cagey-looking man, very much her junior.

      ‘Hallo, Mum!’ Andrew said. ‘Hallo, Bimbo.’

      ‘Darling!’ said Desirée Dodds or Lady Bantling. ‘How lovely!’

      ‘Hi,’ said her husband, Bimbo.

      Nicola was introduced and they all went into the drawing-room.

      Here, Nicola encountered the group of persons with whom, on one hand disastrously and on the other to her greatest joy, she was about to become inextricably involved.

       CHAPTER 2

       Luncheon

      Mr Pyke Period made much of Nicola. He took her round, introducing her to Mr Cartell and all over again to ‘Lady Bantling’ and Mr Dodds; to Miss Connie Cartell and, with a certain lack of enthusiasm, to the adopted niece, Mary or Moppett, and her friend, Mr Leonard Leiss.

      Miss Cartell shouted: ‘Been hearing all about you, ha, ha!’

      Mr Cartell said: ‘Afraid I disturbed you just now. Looking for P.P. So sorry.’

      Moppett said: ‘Hallo. I suppose you do shorthand? I tried but my squiggles looked like rude drawings. So I gave up.’ Young Mr Leiss stared damply at Nicola and then shook hands: also damply. He was pallid and had large eyes, a full mouth and small chin. The sleeves of his violently checked jacket displayed an exotic amount of shirt-cuff and link. He smelt very strongly of hair oil. Apart from these features it would have been hard to say why he seemed untrustworthy.

      Mr Cartell was probably by nature a dry and pedantic man. At the moment he was evidently much put out. Not surprising, Nicola thought, when one looked at the company: his step-son, with whom, presumably, he had just had a flaring row, his divorced wife and her husband, his noisy sister, her ‘niece’ whom he obviously disliked, and Mr Leiss. He dodged about, fussily attending to drinks.

      ‘May Leonard fix mine, Uncle Hal?’ Moppett asked. ‘He knows my kind of wallop.’

      Mr Period, overhearing her, momentarily closed his eyes and Mr Cartell saw him do it.

      Miss Cartell shouted uneasily: ‘The things these girls say, nowadays! Honestly!’ and burst into her braying laugh. Nicola could see that she adored Moppett. Leonard adroitly mixed two treble Martinis.

      Andrew had brought Nicola her tomato juice. He stayed beside her. They didn’t say very much but she found herself glad of his company.

      Meanwhile, Mr Period, who it appeared, had recently had a birthday, was given a present by Lady Bantling. It was a large brass paper-weight in the form of a fish rampant. He seemed to Nicola to be disproportionately enchanted with this trophy and presently she discovered why.

      ‘Dearest Desirée,’ he exclaimed. ‘How wonderfully clever of you: my crest, you know! The form, the attitude, everything! Connie! Look! Hal, do look.’

      The paper-weight was passed from hand to hand and Andrew was finally sent to put it on Mr Period’s desk.

      When he returned Moppett bore down upon him. ‘Andrew!’ she said. ‘You must tell Leonard about painting. He knows quantities of potent dealers. Actually, he might be jolly useful to you. Come and talk to him.’

      ‘I’m afraid I wouldn’t know what to say, Moppett.’

      ‘I’ll tell you. Hi, Leonard! We want to talk to you.’

      Leonard advanced with drinks. ‘All right. All right,’ he said. ‘What about?’

      ‘Which train are you going back by?’ Andrew asked Nicola.

      ‘I don’t know.’

      ‘When do you stop typing?’

      ‘Four o’clock, I think.’

      ‘There’s a good train at twenty past. I’ll pick you up. May I?’

      His mother had joined them. ‘We really ought to be going,’ she said, smiling amiably at Nicola. ‘Lunch is early today, Andrew, on account we’re having a grand party tonight. You’re staying for it, by the way.’

      ‘I don’t think I can.’

      ‘I’m sure you can if you set your mind to it. We need you badly. I’d have warned you, but we only decided last night. It’s an April Fool party: that makes the excuse. Bimbo’s scarcely left the telephone since dawn.’

      ‘We ought to go, darling,’ said Bimbo over her shoulder.

      ‘I know. Let’s. Goodbye.’ She held out her hand to Nicola. ‘Are you coming lots of times to type for P.P.?’

      ‘I think, fairly often.’

      ‘Make him bring you to Baynesholme. We’re off, Harold. Thank you for our nice drinks. Goodbye, P.P. Don’t forget you’re dining, will you?’

      ‘How could I?’

      ‘Not possibly.’

      ‘It was – I wondered, dearest Desirée, if you’d perhaps rather –? Still – I suppose –’

      ‘My poorest sweet, what are you talking about,’ said Lady Bantling and kissed him. She looked vaguely at Moppett and Leonard. ‘Goodbye. Come along, boys.’

      Andrew muttered to Nicola: ‘I’ll ring you up about the train.’ He said goodbye, cordially СКАЧАТЬ