A Murder Is Announced - Christie Agatha - Страница 35

‘Then you’re wasted,’ said Patrick. ‘What’s intellectual work compared to achef d’oeuvre like Delicious Death?’

‘Oo-I say to you I do not like-’

‘Never mind what you like, my girl,’ said Patrick. ‘That’s my name for it and here’s to it. Let’s all drink to Delicious Death and to hell with the after-effects.’

‘Phillipa, my dear, I want to talk to you.’

‘Yes, Miss Blacklock?’

Phillipa Haymes looked up in slight surprise.

‘You’re not worrying about anything, are you?’

‘Worrying?’

‘I’ve noticed that you’ve looked worried lately. There isn’t anything wrong, is there?’

‘Oh no, Miss Blacklock. Why should there be?’

‘Well-I wondered. I thought, perhaps, that you and Patrick-?’

‘Patrick?’ Phillipa looked really surprised.

‘It’s not so, then. Please forgive me if I’ve been impertinent. But you’ve been thrown together a lot-and although Patrick is my cousin, I don’t think he’s the type to make a satisfactory husband. Not for some time to come, at all events.’

Phillipa’s face had frozen into a hard immobility.

‘I shan’t marry again,’ she said.

‘Oh, yes, you will some day, my child. You’re young. But we needn’t discuss that. There’s no other trouble. You’re not worried about-money, for instance?’

‘No, I’m quite all right.’

‘I know you get anxious sometimes about your boy’s education. That’s why I want to tell you something. I drove into Milchester this afternoon to see Mr Beddingfeld, my lawyer. Things haven’t been very settled lately and I thought I would like to make a new will-in view of certain eventualities. Apart from Bunny’s legacy, everything goes to you, Phillipa.’

‘What?’ Phillipa spun round. Her eyes stared. She looked dismayed, almost frightened.

‘But I don’t want it-really I don’t…Oh, I’d rather not…And anyway, why? Why tome?’

‘Perhaps,’ said Miss Blacklock in a peculiar voice, ‘because there’s no one else.’

‘But there’s Patrick and Julia.’

‘Yes, there’s Patrick and Julia.’ The odd note in Miss Blacklock’s voice was still there.

‘They are your relations.’

‘Very distant ones. They have no claim on me.’

‘But I-I haven’t either-I don’t know what you think…Oh, I don’t want it.’

Her gaze held more hostility than gratitude. There was something almost like fear in her manner.

‘I know what I’m doing, Phillipa. I’ve become fond of you-and there’s the boy…You won’t get very much if I should die now-but in a few weeks’ time it might be different.’

Her eyes met Phillipa’s steadily.

‘But you’re not going to die!’ Phillipa protested.

‘Not if I can avoid it by taking due precautions.’

‘Precautions?’

‘Yes. Think it over…And don’t worry any more.’

She left the room abruptly. Phillipa heard her speaking to Julia in the hall.

Julia entered the drawing-room a few moments later.

There was a slightly steely glitter in her eyes.

‘Played your cards rather well, haven’t you, Phillipa? I see you’re one of those quiet ones…a dark horse.’

‘So you heard-?’

‘Yes, I heard. I rather think I was meant to hear.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Our Letty’s no fool…Well, anyway, you’re all right, Phillipa. Sitting pretty, aren’t you?’

‘Oh, Julia-I didn’t mean-I never meant-’

‘Didn’t you? Of course you did. You’re fairly up against things, aren’t you? Hard up for money. But just remember this-if anyone bumps off Aunt Letty now,you’ll be suspect No. 1.’

‘But I shan’t be. It would be idiotic if I killed her now when-if I waited-’

‘So youdo know about old Mrs Whatsername dying up in Scotland? I wondered…Phillipa, I’m beginning to believe you’re a very dark horse indeed.’

‘I don’t want to do you and Patrick out of anything.’

‘Don’t you, my dear? I’m sorry-but I don’t believe you.’