Fancies and Goodnights - Collier John - Страница 54
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«Either tell your dream, or don't tell it,» said Mr. Spiers.
«You said you didn't want to hear it,» replied Mrs. Spiers, not unreasonably.
«There is no more disgusting or offensive sort of idiot,» said Mr. Spiers, «than the woman who hatches up a mystery, and then —»
«There is no mystery,» said Mrs. Spiers. «You said you didn't want —»
«Will you,» said Mr. Spiers, «kindly put an end to this, and tell me, very briefly, whatever nonsense it was that you dreamed, and let us have done with it? Imagine you are dictating a telegram.»
«Mr. T. Spiers, Normandene, Radclyffe Avenue, Wrexton Garden Suburb,» said his wife. «I dreamed you were hung.»
«Hanged, Mother,» said little Daphne.
«Hullo, Mums,» said her big sister, entering at that moment. «Hullo, Dads. Sorry I'm late. Good morning, children. What's the matter, Daddy? You look as if you'd heard from the Income Tax.»
«Because of a murder,» continued Mrs. Spiers, «in the middle of the night. It was so vivid, my dear! I was quite glad when you said you were back by half-past one.»
«Half-past one, nothing,» said the elder daughter.
«Mildred,» said her mother, «that's film talk.»
«Daddy's an old rip,» said Mildred, tapping her egg. «Freddy and I got back from the dance at half-past two, and his hat and coat wasn't there then.»
«Weren't there,» said little Daphne.
«If that child corrects her elder sister, or you, in front of my face once again —» said Mr. Spiers.
«Be quiet, Daphne,» said her mother. «Well, that was it, my dear. I dreamed you committed a murder, and you were hanged.»
«Daddy hanged?» cried Mildred in the highest glee. «Oh, Mummy, who did he murder? Tell us all the grisly details.»
«Well, it really was grisly,» said her mother. «I woke up feeling quite depressed. It was poor Mr. Benskin.»
«What?» said her husband.
«Yes, you murdered poor Mr. Benskin,» said Mrs. Spiers. «Though why you should murder your own partner, I don't know.»
«Because he insisted on looking at the books,» said Mildred. «They always do, and get murdered. I knew it would be one or the other for Daddy — murdered or hung.»
«Hanged,»said little Daphne. «And whom did he murder.»
«Be quiet!» said her father. «These children will drive me mad.»
«Well, my dear,» said his wife, «there you were, with Mr. Benskin, late at night, and he was running you home in his car, and you were chatting about business — you know how people can dream the most difficult talk, about things they don't know anything about, and it sounds all right, and of course it's all nonsense. It's the same with jokes. You dream you made the best joke you ever heard, and when you wake up —»
«Go on,» Mr. Spiers said firmly.
«Well, my dear, you were chatting, and you drove right into his garage, and it was so narrow that the doors of the car would only open on one side, and so you got out first, and you said to him, 'Wait a minute,' and you tilted up the front seat of that little Chevrolet of his, and you got in at the back where your coats and hats were. Did I say you were driving along without your overcoats on, because it was one of these mild nights we're having?»
«Go on, »said Mr. Spiers.
«Well, there were your coats and hats on the back seat, and Mr. Benskin still sat at the wheel, and there was that dark overcoat he always wears, and your light cheviot you wore yesterday, and your silk mufflers, and your hats and everything, and you picked up one of the mufflers — they both had white polka dots on them — I think he was wearing one like yours last time he came to lunch on Sunday. Only his was dark blue. Well, you picked up the mufflers, and you were talking to him, and you tied a knot in it, and all of sudden you put it round his neck and strangled him.»
«Because he'd asked to look at the books,» said Mildred.
«Really it's — it's too much,» said Mr. Spiers.
«It was nearly too much for me,» said his spouse. «I was so upset, in my dream. You got a piece of rope, and tied it to the end of the scarf, and then to the bar across the top of the garage, so it looked as if he'd hanged himself.»
«Good heavens!» said Mr. Spiers.
«It was so vivid, I can't tell you,» said his wife. «And then it all got mixed up, as dreams do, and I kept on seeing you with that muffler on, and it kept on twisting about your neck. And then you were being tried, and they brought in — the muffler. Only, seeing it by daylight, it was Mr. Benskin's, because it was dark blue. Only by the artificial light it looked black.»
Mr. Spiers crumbled his bread. «Very extraordinary,» he said.
«It's silly, of course,» said his wife. «Only you would have me tell you.»
«I wonder if it is so silly,» said her husband. «As a matter of fact, I did ride home with Benskin last night. We had a very serious talk. Not to go into details, it happened I'd hit on something very odd at the office. Well, I had it out with him. We sat talking a long time. Maybe it was later than I thought when I got home. When I left him, do you know, I had the most horrible premonition. I thought, 'That fellow's going to make away with himself.' That's what I thought. I very nearly turned back. I felt like a — well, I felt responsible. It's a serious business. I spoke to him very forcefully.»
«You don't say Mr. Benskin's a fraud?» cried Mrs. Spiers. «We're not ruined, Harry?»
«Not ruined,» said her husband. «But there's been some pretty deep dipping.»
«Are you sure it's him?» said Mrs. Spiers. «He — he seems so honest.»
«Him or me,» said her husband. «And it wasn't me.»
«But you don't think he's — he's hanged himself,» said Mrs. Spiers.
«Heaven forbid!» said her husband. «But considering that feeling I had — well, perhaps the dream came just from the feeling.»
«It's true Rose Waterhouse dreamed of water when her brother was away sailing,» said Mrs. Spiers, «but he wasn't drowned.»
«There are thousands of such cases,» said her husband. «They're generally wrong on all the details.»
«I hope so, indeed!» cried Mrs. Spiers.
«For example,» said her husband, «it happens we both kept our coats on, and our mufflers too, all the time last night. The atmosphere was hardly intimate.»
«I should say not,» said Mrs. Spiers. «Who would have thought it of Mr. Benskin?»
«His wife, poor woman, would not have thought it,» said Mr. Spiers gravely. «I have resolved to spare her. So, Mildred, children, whatever has happened or has not happened, not a word, not one word, is to be said about this to anyone. Do you hear? To anyone! You know nothing. A single word might lead to disgrace for the whole wretched family.»
«You are quite right, my dear,» said his wife. «I will see to the children.»
«Morning, Mum,» cried Fred, bursting into the room.
«Morning, Guv'nor. No time for breakfast. I'll just get the train by the skin of my teeth, if I'm lucky. Whose muffler's this, by the way? It's not yours, is it, Dad? This is dark blue. Can I bag it? Why — what's the matter? What on earth's the matter?»
«Come in, Fred,» said Mrs. Spiers. «Come in here and shut the door. Don't worry about your train.»
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