Grave Mistake. Ngaio Marsh

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      ‘None the worse for that,’ said Verity.

      ‘Exactly. But you know what she is. It’s partly because Mr Markos didn’t exactly make a big play for her at that dinner-party when they first came to Mardling. You know,’ Prunella repeated, ‘what she is. Well, don’t you, Godma?’

      There being no way out of it, Verity said she supposed she did.

      ‘Not,’ Prunella said, ‘that she’s all that hooked on him. Not now. She’s all for the doctor at Greengages – you remember? Wasn’t he an ex-buddy of yours, or something?’

      ‘Not really.’

      ‘Well, anyway, she’s in at the deep end, boots and all. Potty about him. I do so wish,’ Prunella said as her large eyes refilled with tears, ‘I didn’t have to have a mum like that. Not that I don’t love her.’

      ‘Never mind.’

      ‘And now I’ve got to tell her. About Gideon and me.’

      ‘How do you think of managing that? Going to Greengages? Or writing?’

      ‘Whatever I do she’ll go ill at me and say I’ll be sorry when she’s gone. Gideon’s offered to come too. He’s all for taking bulls by the horns. But I don’t want him to see what she can be like if she cuts up rough. You know, don’t you? If anything upsets her applecart when she’s nervy it can be a case of screaming hysterics. Can’t it?’

      ‘Well –’

      ‘You know it can. I’d hate him to see her like that. Darling, darling Godma V, I was wondering –’

      Verity thought, She can’t help being a bit like her mother, and was not surprised when Prunella said she had just wondered if Verity was going to visit her mother and if she did whether she’d kind of prepare the way.

      ‘I hadn’t thought of going. I really am busy, Prue.’

      ‘Oh,’ said Prunella, falling back on her whisper and looking desolate. ‘Yes. I see.’

      ‘In any case, shouldn’t you and Gideon go together and Gideon – well –’

      ‘Ask for my hand in marriage like Jack Worthing and Lady Bracknell?’

      ‘Yes.’

      ‘That’s what he says. Darling Godma V,’ said Prunella, once more hanging herself round Verity’s neck, ‘if we took you with us and you just sort of – you know – first. Couldn’t you? We’ve come all the way from London just this minute almost, to ask. She pays more attention to you than anybody. Please.’

      ‘Oh, Prue.’

      ‘You will? I can see you’re going to. And you can’t possibly refuse when I tell you my other hideous news. Not that Gideon-and-me is hideous but just you wait.’

      ‘Charmless Claude?’

      ‘You knew! I rang up Quintern from Mardling and Mrs Jim told me. Isn’t it abysmal? When we all thought he was safely stowed in Aussie.’

      ‘Are you staying tonight?’

      ‘There! With Claudie-boy? Not on your Nelly. I’m going to Mardling. Mr Markos is back and we’ll tell him about us. He’ll be super about it. I ought to go.’

      ‘May I come to the car and meet your young man?’

      ‘Oh, you mustn’t trouble to do that. He’ll come,’ Prunella said. She put a thumb and finger between her teeth, leant out of the window and emitted a piercing whistle. A powerful engine started up in the lane, a rakish sports model shot through the drive in reverse and pulled up at the front door. Gideon Markos leapt out.

      He really was an extremely good-looking boy, thought Verity, but she could see, without for a moment accepting the disparagement, what Sybil had meant by her central European remark. He was an exotic. He looked like a Latin member of the jet set dressed by an English tailor. But his manner was unaffected as well as assured and his face alive with a readiness to be amused.

      ‘Miss Preston,’ he said, ‘I gather you’re not only a godmother but expected to be a fairy one. Are you going to wave your wand and give us your blessing?’

      He put his arm around Prunella and talked away cheerfully about how he’d bullied her into accepting him. Verity thought he was exalted by his conquest and that he would be quite able to manage not only his wife but if need be his mother-in-law as well.

      ‘I expect Prue’s confided her misgivings,’ he said, ‘about her mama being liable to cut up rough over us. I don’t quite see why she shoud take against me in such a big way, but perhaps that’s insufferable. Anyway, I hope you don’t feel I’m not a good idea?’ He looked quickly at her and added, ‘But then, of course, you don’t know me so that was a pretty gormless remark, wasn’t it?’

      ‘The early impression,’ said Verity, ‘is not unfavourable.’

      ‘Well, thank the Lord for that,’ said Gideon.

      ‘Darling,’ breathed Prunella, ‘she’s coming to Greengages with us. You are, Godma, you know you are. To temper the wind. Sort of.’

      ‘That’s very kind of her,’ he said and bowed to Verity.

      Verity knew she had been out-manoeuvred, but on the whole did not resent it. She saw them shoot off down the drive. It had been settled that they would visit Greengages on the coming Saturday but not, as Prunella put it, for a cabbage-water soup and minced grass luncheon. Gideon knew of a super restaurant en route.

      Verity was left with a feeling of having spent a day during which unsought events converged upon her and brought with them a sense of mounting unease, of threats, even. She suspected that the major ingredient of this discomfort was an extreme reluctance to suffer another confrontation with Basil Schramm.

      The following two days were uneventful but Thursday brought Mrs Jim to Keys for her weekly attack upon floors and furniture. She reported that Claude Carter kept very much to his room up at Quintern, helped himself to the food left out for him and, she thought, didn’t answer the telephone. Beryl, who was engaged to sleep in while Sybil Foster was away, had said she didn’t fancy doing so with that Mr Claude in residence. In the upshot the difficulty had been solved by Bruce who offered to sleep in, using a coachman’s room over the garage formerly occupied by a chauffeur-handyman.

      ‘I knew Mrs Foster wouldn’t have any objections to that,’ said Mrs Jim, with a stony glance out of the window.

      ‘Perhaps, though, she ought just to be asked, don’t you think?’

      ‘He’s done it,’ said Mrs Jim sparsely. ‘Bruce. He rung her up.’

      ‘At Greengages?’

      ‘That’s right, miss. He’s been over there to see СКАЧАТЬ