Crooked House - Christie Agatha - Страница 8
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Five
Along the path towards us came a tall figure walking briskly. It had on a battered old felt hat, a shapeless skirt 5 and a rather cumbersome jersey.
"Aunt Edith," said Sophia.
The figure paused once or twice, stooping to the flower borders, then it advanced upon us. I rose to my feet.
"This is Charles Hayward, Aunt Edith.
My aunt. Miss de Haviland."
Edith de Haviland was a woman of about seventy. She had a mass of untidy grey hair, a weather beaten face and a shrewd and piercing glance.
"How d'ye do?" she said. "I've heard about you. Back from the East. How's your father?"
Rather surprised, I said he was very well.
"Knew him when he was a boy," said
Miss de Haviland. "Knew his mother very well. You look rather like her. Have you come to help us - or the other thing?"
"I hope to help," I said rather uncomfortably.
She nodded.
"We could do with some help. Place swarming with policemen. Pop out at you all over the place. Don't like some of the types. A boy who's been to a decent school oughtn't to go into the police. Saw Moyra Kinoul's boy the other day holding up the traffic at Marble Arch. Makes you feel you don't know where you are!"
She turned to Sophia:
"Nannie's asking for you, Sophia. Fish."
"Bother," said Sophia. "I'll go and telephone about it." T She walked briskly towards the house.
Miss de Haviland turned and walked slowly in the same direction. I fell into step beside her.
"Don't know what we'd all do without Nannies," said Miss de Haviland. "Nearly everybody's got an old Nannie. They come back and wash and iron and cook and do housework. Faithful. Chose this one myself - years ago."
She stooped and pulled viciously at an entangling twining bit of green.
"Hateful stuff- bindweed! Worst weed there is! Choking, entangling - and you can't get at it properly, runs along underground."
With her heel she ground the handful of greenstuff viciously underfoot.
"This is a bad business, Charles Hayward," she said. She was looking towards the house. "What do the police think about it? Suppose I mustn't ask you that. Seems odd to think of Aristide being poisoned.
For that matter it seems odd to think of him being dead. I never liked him - never!
But I can't get used to the idea of his being dead… Makes the house seem so -empty."
I said nothing. For all her curt way of speech, Edith de Haviland seemed in a reminiscent mood.
"Was thinking this morning - I've lived here a long time. Over forty years. Came here when my sister died. He asked me to.
Seven children - and the youngest only a year old… Couldn't leave 'em to be brought up by a dago, could I? An impossible marriage, of course. I always felt Marcia must have been - well - bewitched.
Ugly common little foreigner! He gave me a free hand - I will say that.
Nurses, governesses, schools. And proper wholesome nursery food - not those queer spiced rice dishes he used to eat."
"And you've been here ever since?" I murmured.
"Yes. Queer in a way… I could have left, I suppose, when the children grew up and married… I suppose, really, I'd got interested in the garden. And then there was Philip. If a man marries an actress he can't expect to have any home life. Don't know why actresses have children. As soon as a baby's born they rush off and play in Repertory in Edinburgh or somewhere as remote as possible. Philip did the sensible thing - moved in here with his books."
"What does Philip Leonides do?" ^ "Writes books. Can't think why. Nobody • wants to read them. All about obscure historical details. You've never even heard of them, have you?"
I admitted it.
"Too much money, that's what he's had," said Miss de Haviland. "Most people have to stop being cranks and earn a living."
"Don't his books pay?"
"Of course not. He's supposed to be a great authority on certain periods and all that. But he doesn't have to make his books pay - Aristide settled something like a I hundred thousand pounds - something quite fantastic - on him! To avoid death duties! Aristide made them all financially independent. Roger runs Associated Catering - Sophia has a very handsome allowance.
The children's money is in trust for them."
"So no one gains particularly by his death?"
She threw me a strange glance.
"Yes, they do. They all get more money.
But they could probably have had it, if they asked for it, anyway."
"Have you any idea who poisoned him, Miss de Haviland?"
She replied characteristically: fer "No, indeed I haven't. It's upset me very much! Not nice to think one has a Borgia sort of person loose about the house. I suppose the police will fasten on poor Brenda."
"You don't think they'll be right in doing so?"
"I simply can't tell. She's always seemed to me a singularly stupid and commonplace young woman - rather conventional. Not my idea of a poisoner. Still, after all, if a young woman of twenty four marries a man close on eighty, it's fairly obvious that she's marrying him for his money. In the normal course of events she could have expected to become a rich widow fairly soon. But Aristide was a singularly tough old man.
His diabetes wasn't getting any worse. He really looked like living to be a hundred. I suppose she got tired of waiting…" "In that case," I said, and stopped.
"In that case," said Miss de Haviland. briskly, "it will be more or less all right.
Annoying publicity, of course. But after all, she isn't one of the family."
"You've no other ideas?" I asked.
"What other ideas should I have?"
I wondered. I had a suspicion that there might be more going on under the battered felt hat than I knew. | Behind the jerky, almost disconnected utterance, there was, I thought, a very shrewd brain at work. Just for a moment I even wondered whether Miss de Haviland had poisoned Aristide Leonides herself. …
It did not seem an impossible idea. At the back of my mind was the way she had ground the bindweed into the soil with her heel with a kind of vindictive thoroughness.
I remembered the word Sophia had used.
Ruthlessness. |
I stole a sideways glance at Edith de
Haviland.
Given good and sufficient reason…
But what exactly would seem to Edith de
Haviland good and sufficient reason?
To answer that, I should have to know her better.
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