Grave Mistake. Ngaio Marsh

found your way here, after all?’ Verity said to him, since she could scarcely say nothing.

      ‘Oh yes,’ he said. ‘Thanks to Bruce. He’s sure she’ll be glad to see me.’

      Bruce looked, Verity thought, as if he would like to disown this remark and indeed began to say he’d no’ put it that way when Claude said, ‘That’s her, over there, isn’t it? Is that Prue with her?’

      ‘Yes,’ said Verity shortly.

      ‘Who’s the jet-set type?’

      ‘A friend.’

      ‘I think I’ll just investigate,’ he said with a pallid show of effrontery and made as if to set out.

      ‘Claude, please wait,’ Verity said, and in her dismay turned to Bruce. He said at once, ‘Ou, now, Mr Carter, would you no’ consider it more advisable to bide a while?’

      ‘No,’ said Claude, over his shoulder, ‘thank you, I wouldn’t,’ and continued on his way.

      Verity thought, I can’t run after him and hang on his arm and make a scene. Prue and Gideon will have to cope.

      Prue certainly did. The distance was too great for words to be distinguished and the scene came over like a mime. Sybil reached out a hand and clutched her daughter’s arm. Prue turned, saw Claude and rose. Gideon made a gesture of enquiry. Then Prue marched down upon Claude.

      They faced each other, standing close together, Prue very upright, rather a dignified little figure, Claude with his back to Verity, his head lowered. And in the distance Sybil being helped to her feet by Gideon and walked towards the house.

      ‘She’ll be better indoors,’ said Bruce in a worried voice, ‘she will that.’

      Verity had almost forgotten him but there he stood gazing anxiously over the riot of lilies he carried. At that moment Verity actually liked him.

      Prue evidently said something final to Claude. She walked quickly towards the house, joined her mother and Gideon on the steps, took Sybil’s arm and led her indoors. Claude stared after them, turned towards Verity, changed his mind and sloped off in the direction of the trees.

      ‘It wasna on any invitation of mine he came,’ said Bruce hotly. ‘He worrumed the information oot of me.’

      ‘I can well believe it,’ said Verity.

      Gideon came to them.

      ‘It’s all right,’ he said to Verity. ‘Prue’s taking Mrs Foster up to her room.’ And to Bruce, ‘Perhaps you could wait in the entrance hall until Miss Prunella comes down.’

      ‘I’ll do that, sir, thank you,’ Bruce said and went indoors.

      Gideon smiled down at Verity. He had, she thought, an engaging smile. ‘What a very bumpy sort of a visit,’ he said.

      ‘How was it shaping up? Before Charmless Claude intervened?’

      ‘Might have been worse, I suppose. Not much worse, though. The reverse of open arms and cries of rapturous welcome. You must have done some wonderful softening-up, Miss Preston, for her to receive me at all. We couldn’t be more grateful.’ He hesitated for a moment. ‘I hope you don’t mind my asking but is there – is she – Prue’s mother – I don’t know how to say it. Is there something –?’ He touched his face.

      ‘I know what you mean. Yes. There is.’

      ‘I only wondered.’

      ‘It’s new.’

      ‘I think Prue’s seen it. Prue’s upset. She managed awfully well but she is upset.’

      ‘Prue’s explained Charmless Claude, has she?’

      ‘Yes. Pretty ghastly specimen. She coped marvellously,’ said Gideon proudly.

      ‘Here she comes.’

      When Prunella joined them she was white-faced but perfectly composed. ‘We can go now,’ she said and got into the car.

      ‘Where’s your bag?’ asked Gideon.

      ‘What? Oh, damn; said Prunella, ‘I’ve left it up there. Oh, what a fool! Now I’ll have to go back.’

      ‘Shall I?’

      ‘It’s in her room. And she’s been pretty beastly to you.’

      ‘Perhaps I could better myself by a blithe change of manner.’

      ‘What a good idea,’ cried Prunella. ‘Yes, do let’s try it. Say she looks like Mrs Onassis.’

      ‘She doesn’t. Not remotely. Nobody less.’

      ‘She thinks she does.’

      ‘One can but try,’ Gideon said. ‘There’s nothing to lose.’

      ‘No more there is.’

      He was gone for longer than they expected. When he returned with Prunella’s bag he looked dubious. He started up the car and drove off.

      ‘Any good?’ Prunella ventured.

      ‘She didn’t actually throw anything at me.’

      ‘Oh,’ said Prunella. ‘Like that, was it?’

      She was very quiet on the homeward drive. Verity, in the back seat, saw her put her hand on Gideon’s knee. He laid his own hand briefly over it and looked down at her. He knows exactly how to handle her, Verity thought. There’s going to be no doubt about who’s the boss.

      When they arrived at Keys she asked them to come in for a drink but Gideon said his father would be expecting them.

      ‘I’ll see Godma V in,’ said Prue as Gideon prepared to do so.

      She followed Verity indoors and kissed and thanked her very prettily. Then she said, ‘About Mummy. Has she had a stroke?’

      ‘My dear child, why?’

      ‘You noticed. I could see you did.’

      ‘I don’t think it looked like that. In any case they – the doctor – would have let you know if anything serious was wrong.’

      ‘P’raps he didn’t know. He may not be a good doctor. Sorry, I forgot he was a friend.’

      ‘He’s not. Not to matter.’

      ‘I think I’ll ring him up. I think there’s something wrong. Honestly, don’t you?’

      ‘I did wonder.’

      ‘And yet –’

      ‘What?’

      ‘In a funny sort of way she seemed – well – excited, pleased.’

      ‘I thought so, too.’

      ‘It’s very odd,’ said Prunella. ‘Everything was odd. Out of focus, kind of. Anyway, I will ring up that doctor. I’ll ring him tomorrow. Do you think that’s a good idea?’

      Verity said, ‘Yes, darling. I do. It should put your mind at rest.’

      But it was going to be a long time before Prunella’s mind would be in that enviable condition.

      VII

      At five minutes past nine that evening, Sister Jackson, the resident nurse at Greengages, paused at Sybil Foster’s door. She could hear the television. She tapped, opened and after a long pause approached the bed. Five minutes later she left the room and walked rather quickly down the passage.

      At eleven o’clock Dr Schramm telephoned Prunella to tell her that her mother was dead.