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The Murder at the Vicarage - Christie Agatha - Страница 51
"But mother is not the sort to give in. She thought it only decent to go to father first, but when he turned her down so brutally she sent a note to me, and I arranged to leave the tennis party early and meet her at the end of the footpath at a quarter past six. We just had a hurried meeting and arranged when to meet again. We left each other before half-past six. Afterwards I was terrified that she would be suspected of having killed father. After all, she had got a grudge against him. That's why I got hold of that old picture of her up in the attic and slashed it about. I was afraid the police might go nosing about and get hold of it and recognise it. Dr. Haydock was frightened too. Sometimes, I believe, he really thought she had done it! Mother is rather a - desperate kind of person. She doesn't count consequences."
She paused.
"It's queer. She and I belong to each other. Father and I didn't. But mother - well, anyway, I'm going abroad with her. I shall be with her till - till the end…"
She got up and I took her hand.
"God bless you both," I said. "Some day, I hope, there is a lot of happiness coming to you, Lettice."
"There should be," she said, with an attempt at a laugh.
"There hasn't been much so far - has there? Oh, well, I don't suppose it matters. Good-bye, Mr. Clement. You've been frightfully decent to me always - you and Griselda."
Griselda!
I had to own to her how terribly the anonymous letter had upset me, and first she laughed, and then solemnly read me a lecture.
"However," she added, "I'm going to be very sober and Godfearing in future - quite like the Pilgrim fathers."
I did not see Griselda in the rфle of a Pilgrim father.
She went on:
"You see, Len, I have a steadying influence coming into my life. It's coming into your life, too, but in your case it will be a kind of - of rejuvenating one - at least, I hope so! You can't call me a dear child half so much when we have a real child of our own. And, Len, I've decided that now I'm going to be a real 'wife and mother' (as they say in books), I must be a housekeeper too. I've bought two books on Household Management and one on Mother Love, and if that doesn't turn me out a pattern I don't know what will! They are all simply screamingly funny - not intentionally, you know. Especially the one about bringing up children."
"You haven't bought a book on How to Treat a Husband, have you?" I asked, with sudden apprehension as I drew her to me.
"I don't need to," said Griselda. "I'm a very good wife. I love you dearly. What more do you want?"
"Nothing," I said.
"Could you say, just for once, that you love me madly?"
"Griselda," I said - "I adore you! I worship you! I am wildly, hopelessly and quite unclerically crazy about you!"
My wife gave a deep and contented sigh.
Then she drew away suddenly.
"Bother! Here's Miss Marple coming. Don't let her suspect, will you? I don't want every one offering me cushions and urging me to put my feet up. Tell her I've gone down to the golf links. That will put her off the scent - and it's quite true because I left my yellow pullover there and I want it."
Miss Marple came to the window, halted apologetically, and asked for Griselda.
"Griselda," I said, "has gone to the golf links."
An expression of concern leaped into Miss Marple's eyes.
"Oh, but surely," she said, "that is most unwise - just now."
And then in a nice, old-fashioned, lady-like, maiden-lady way, she blushed.
And to cover the moment's confusion, we talked hurriedly of the Protheroe case, and of "Dr. Stone," who had turned out to be a well-known cracksman with several different aliases. Miss Cram, by the way, had been cleared of all complicity. She had at last admitted taking the suit-case to the wood, but had done so in all good faith, Dr. Stone having told her that he feared the rivalry of other archжologists who would not stick at burglary to gain their object of discrediting his theories. The girl apparently swallowed this not very plausible story. She is now, according to the village, looking out for a more genuine article in the line of an elderly bachelor requiring a secretary.
As we talked, I wondered very much how Miss Marple had discovered our latest secret. But presently, in a discreet fashion, Miss Marple herself supplied me with a clue.
"I hope dear Griselda is not overdoing it," she murmured, and, after a discreet pause, "I was in the bookshop in Much Benham yesterday -"
Poor Griselda - that book on Mother Love has been her undoing!
"I wonder, Miss Marple," I said suddenly, "if you were to commit a murder whether you would ever be found out."
"What a terrible idea," said Miss Marple, shocked. "I hope I could never do such a wicked thing."
"But human nature being what it is," I murmured.
Miss Marple acknowledged the hit with a pretty old-ladyish laugh.
"How naughty of you, Mr. Clement." She rose. "But naturally you are in good spirits."
She paused by the window.
"My love to dear Griselda - and tell her - that any little secret is quite safe with me."
Really Miss Marple is rather a dear…
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