Four
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Before Mrs. Serrocold could say anything, her husband came in from the
hall carrying some open letters in his hand.
Lewis Serrocold was a short man, not particularly impressive in appear-
ance, but with a personality that immediately marked him out. Ruth had
once said of him that he was more like a dynamo than a human being. He
usually concentrated
entirely1 on what was immediately occupying his at-
tention and paid no attention to the objects or persons who were sur-
rounding it.
“A bad blow, dearest,” he said. “That boy, Jackie Flint. Back at his tricks
again. And I really did think he meant to go straight this time if he got a
proper chance. He was most earnest about it. You know we found he’d al-
ways been keen on railways—and both
Maverick2 and I thought that if he
got a job on the railways he’d stick to it and make good. But it’s the same
story. Petty thieving from the parcels office. Not even stuff he could want
or sell. That shows that it must be psychological. We haven’t really got to
the root of the trouble. But I’m not giving up.”
“Lewis—this is my old friend, Jane Marple.”
“Oh, how d’you do,” said Mr. Serrocold absently. “So glad—they’ll pro-
secute, of course. A nice lad, too, not too many brains but a really nice boy.
Unspeakable home he came from. I—”
He suddenly broke off, and the dynamo was switched onto the guest.
“Why, Miss Marple, I’m so delighted you’ve come to stay with us for a
while. It will make such a great difference to Caroline to have a friend of
old days with whom she can exchange memories. She has, in many ways,
a grim time here—so much sadness in the stories of these poor children.
We do hope you’ll stay with us a very long time.”
Miss Marple felt the
magnetism3 and realised how attractive it would
have been to her friend. That Lewis Serrocold was a man who would al-
ways put causes before people she did not doubt for a moment. It might
have irritated some women, but not Carrie Louise.
Lewis Serrocold sorted out another letter.
“At any rate we’ve some good news. This is from the Wiltshire and
Somerset Bank. Young Morris is doing extremely well. They’re
thoroughly4
satisfied with him and, in fact, are promoting him next month. I always
knew that all he needed was responsibility—that, and a thorough grasp of
the handling of money and what it means.”
He turned to Miss Marple.
“Half these boys don’t know what money is. It represents to them going
to the pictures or to the dogs, or buying cigarettes—and they’re clever
with figures and find it exciting to
juggle5 them round. Well, I believe in—
what shall I say?—rubbing their noses in the stuff—train them in account-
ancy, in figures—show them the whole inner romance of money, so to
speak. Give them skill and then responsibility—let them handle it offi-
cially. Our greatest successes have been that way—only two out of thirty-
eight have let us down. One’s head cashier in a firm of druggists—a really
responsible position—”
He broke off to say: “Tea’s in, dearest,” to his wife.
“I thought we were having it here. I told Jolly.”
“No, it’s in the Hall. The others are there.”
“I thought they were all going to be out.”
Carrie Louise linked her arm through Miss Marple’s and they went into
the Great Hall. Tea seemed a rather incongruous meal in its surroundings.
The tea things were piled
haphazard6 on a tray—while utility cups mixed
with the remnants of what had been Rockingham and Spode tea services.
There was a loaf of bread, two pots of jam, and some cheap and unwhole-
some-looking cakes.
A plump
middle-aged7 woman with grey hair sat behind the tea table
and Mrs. Serrocold said:
“This is Mildred, Jane. My daughter Mildred. You haven’t seen her since
she was a tiny girl.”
Mildred Strete was the person most in
tune8 with the house that Miss
Marple had so far seen. She looked prosperous and
dignified9. She had
married late in her thirties a Canon of the Church of England and was now
a widow. She looked exactly like a Canon’s widow, respectable and slightly
dull. She was a plain woman with a large unexpressive face and dull eyes.
She had been, Miss Marple reflected, a very plain little girl.
“And this is Wally Hudd—Gina’s husband.”
Wally was a big young man, with hair brushed up on his head and a
sulky expression. He nodded awkwardly and went on
cramming10 cake into
his mouth.
Presently Gina came in with Stephen Restarick. They were both very an-
imated.
“Gina’s got a wonderful idea for that backcloth,” said Stephen. “You
Gina laughed and looked pleased. Edgar Lawson came in and sat down
answering.
Miss Marple found it all a little bewildering and was glad to go to her
room and lie down after tea.
There were more people still at dinner, a young Doctor Maverick who
about the difference — and whose conversation,
dealing18 almost entirely
were also two spectacled young men who held posts on the teaching side
and a Mr. Baumgarten who was an occupational therapist and three in-
tensely bashful youths who were doing their “house guest” week. One of
them, a fair-haired lad with very blue eyes was, Gina informed her in a
whisper, the expert with the “cosh.”
The meal was not a particularly appetizing one. It was indifferently
cooked and indifferently served. A variety of costumes was worn. Miss
Bellever wore a high black dress, Mildred Strete wore an evening dress
and a woollen cardigan over it. Carrie Louise had on a short dress of grey
wool—Gina was resplendent in a kind of peasant getup. Wally had not
changed, nor had Stephen Restarick, Edgar Lawson had on a neat, dark
blue suit. Lewis Serrocold wore the conventional dinner jacket. He ate
very little and hardly seemed to notice what was on his plate.
After dinner Lewis Serrocold and Dr. Maverick went away to the latter’s
office. The occupational therapist and the schoolmasters went away to
some
lair12 of their own. The three “cases” went back to the college. Gina
and Stephen went to the theatre to discuss Gina’s idea for a set. Mildred
knitted an indeterminate garment and Miss Bellever darned socks. Wally
and Miss Marple talked about old days. The conversation seemed
strangely unreal.
Edgar Lawson alone seemed unable to find a
niche23. He sat down and
then got up restlessly.
“I wonder if I ought to go to Mr. Serrocold,” he said rather loudly. “He
may need me.”
Carrie Louise said gently, “Oh, I don’t think so. He was going to talk over
one or two points with Dr. Maverick this evening.”
“Then I certainly won’t
butt24 in! I shouldn’t dream of going where I
wasn’t wanted. I’ve already wasted time today going down to the station
when Mrs. Hudd meant to go herself.”
“She ought to have told you,” said Carrie Louise. “But I think she just de-
cided at the last moment.”
“You do realise, Mrs. Serrocold, that she made me look a complete fool!
A complete fool!”
“No, no,” said Carrie Louise, smiling. “You mustn’t have these ideas.”
“I know I’m not needed or wanted … I’m
perfectly25 aware of that. If
things had been different—if I’d had my proper place in life it would be
very different. Very different indeed. It’s no fault of mine that I haven’t
got my proper place in life.”
“Now, Edgar,” said Carrie Louise. “Don’t work yourself up about noth-
ing. Jane thinks it was very kind of you to meet her. Gina always has these
sudden impulses—she didn’t mean to upset you.”
“Oh yes, she did. It was done on purpose—to
humiliate26 me—”
“Oh Edgar—”
“You don’t know half of what’s going on, Mrs. Serrocold. Well, I won’t
say anymore now except good night.”
Edgar went out shutting the door with a slam behind him.
Miss Bellever snorted:
“Atrocious manners.”
“He’s so sensitive,” said Carrie Louise
vaguely27.
Mildred Strete clicked her needles and said sharply:
“He really is a most
odious28 young man. You shouldn’t put up with such
behavior, Mother.”
“Lewis says he can’t help it.”
Mildred said sharply:
“Everyone can help behaving rudely. Of course I blame Gina very much.
She’s so completely scatterbrained in everything she undertakes. She does
nothing but make trouble. One day she encourages the young man and the
next day she snubs him. What can you expect?”
Wally Hudd spoke for the first time that evening.
He said:
“That guy’s
crackers29. That’s all there is to it! Crackers!”
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