Загадочные события во Франчесе / The Franchise Affair. Джозефина Тэй

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СКАЧАТЬ long as it’s not a cow—” Stanley said, disappearing under the car again; and Robert moved into the hot bright little office and picked up the receiver.

      It was Marion who answered, and her voice sounded warm and glad.

      “You can’t imagine what a relief your note was to us. Both my mother and I have been picking oakum for the last week. Do they still pick oakum, by the way?”

      “I think not. It is something more constructive nowadays, I understand.”

      “Occupational therapy.”

      “More or less.”

      “I can’t think of any compulsory sewing that would improve my character.”

      “They would probably find you something more congenial. It is against modern thought to compel a prisoner to do anything that he doesn’t want to.”

      “That is the first time I have heard you sound tart.”

      “Was I tart?”

      “Pure angostura.”

      Well, she had reached the subject of drink; perhaps now she would suggest his coming out for sherry before dinner.

      “What a charming nephew you have, by the way.”

      “Nephew?”

      “The one who brought the note.”

      “He is not my nephew,” Robert said coldly. Why was it so ageing to be avuncular? “He is my first cousin once removed. But I am glad you liked him.” This would not do; he would have to take the bull by the horns. “I should like to see you sometime to discuss what we can do to straighten things out. To make things safer—” He waited.

      “Yes, of course. Perhaps we could look in at your office one morning when we are shopping? What kind of thing could we do, do you think?”

      “Some kind of private inquiry, perhaps. I can’t very well discuss it over the telephone.”

      “No, of course you can’t. How would it do if we came in on Friday morning? That is our weekly shopping day. Or is Friday a busy day for you?”

      “No, Friday would be quite convenient,” Robert said, swallowing down his disappointment. “About noon?”

      “Yes, that would do very well. Twelve o’clock the day after tomorrow, at your office. Goodbye, and thank you again for your support and help.”

      She rang off, firmly and cleanly, without all the usual preliminary twitterings that Robert had come to expect from women.

      “Shall I run her out for you,” Bill Brough asked as he came out into the dim daylight of the garage.

      “What? Oh, the car. No, I shan’t need it tonight, thanks.”

      He set off on his normal evening walk down the High Street, trying hard not to feel snubbed. He had not been anxious to go to The Franchise in the first instance, and had made his reluctance pretty plain; she was quite naturally avoiding a repetition of the circumstances. That he had identified himself with their interests was a mere business affair, to be resolved in an office, impersonally. They would not again involve him further than that.

      Ah, well, he thought, flinging himself down in his favourite chair by the wood fire in the sitting-room and opening the evening paper (printed that morning in London), when they came to the office on Friday he could do something to put the affair on a more personal basis. To wipe out the memory of that first unhappy refusal.

      The quiet of the old house soothed him. Christina had been closeted in her room for two days, in prayer and meditation, and Aunt Lin was in the kitchen preparing dinner. There was a gay letter from Lettice, his only sister, who had driven a truck for several years of a bloody war, fallen in love with a tall silent Canadian, and was now raising five blond brats in Saskatchewan. “Come out soon, Robin dear,” she finished, “before the brats grow up and before the moss grows right round you. You know how bad Aunt Lin is for you!” He could hear her saying it. She and Aunt Lin had never seen eye to eye.

      He was smiling, relaxed and reminiscent, when both his quiet and his peace were shattered by the irruption of Nevil.

      “Why didn’t you tell me she was like that!” Nevil demanded.

      “Who?”

      “The Sharpe woman! Why didn’t you tell me?”

      “I didn’t expect you would meet her,” Robert said. “All you had to do was drop the letter through the door.”

      “There was nothing in the door to drop it through, so I rang, and they had just come back from wherever they were. Anyhow, she answered it.”

      “I thought she slept in the afternoons.”

      “I don’t believe she ever sleeps. She doesn’t belong to the human family at all. She is all compact of fire and metal.”

      “I know she’s a very rude old woman but you have to make allowances. She has had a very hard—”

      “Old? Who are you talking about?”

      “Old Mrs. Sharpe, of course.”

      “I didn’t even see old Mrs. Sharpe. I’m talking about Marion.”

      “Marion Sharpe? And how did you know her name was Marion?”

      “She told me. It does suit her, doesn’t it? She couldn’t be anything but Marion.”

      “You seem to have become remarkably intimate for a doorstep acquaintance.”

      “Oh, she gave me tea.”

      “Tea! I thought you were in a desperate hurry to see a French film.”

      “I’m never in a desperate hurry to do anything when a woman like Marion Sharpe invites me to tea. Have you noticed her eyes? But of course you have. You’re her lawyer. That wonderful shading of grey into hazel. And the way her eyebrows lie above them, like the brush-mark of a painter genius. Winged eyebrows, they are. I made a poem about them on the way home. Do you want to hear it?”

      “No,” Robert said firmly. “Did you enjoy your film?”

      “Oh, I didn’t go.”

      “You didn’t go!”

      “I told you I had tea with Marion instead.”

      “You mean you have been at The Franchise the whole afternoon!”

      “I suppose I have,” Nevil said dreamily, “but, by God, it didn’t seem more than seven minutes.”

      “And what happened to your thirst for French cinema?”

      “But Marion is French film. Even you must see that!” Robert winced at the “even you.” “Why bother with the shadow, when you can be with the reality? Reality. That is her great quality, isn’t it? I’ve never met anyone as real as Marion is.”

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