Seven
1
The next day passed uneventfully to all appearances, yet to Miss Marple it
seemed that there were signs of an inner tension.
Christian1 Gulbrandsen
spent his morning with Dr.
Maverick2 in going round the Institute and in
discussing the general results of the Institute’s policy. In the early after-
noon Gina took him for a drive and after that Miss Marple noticed that he
induced Miss Bellever to show him something in the gardens. It seemed to
her that it was a
pretext3 for ensuring a tête-à-tête with that grim woman.
And yet, if Christian Gulbrandsen’s unexpected visit had only to do with
business matters, why this wish for Miss Bellever’s company, since the lat-
ter dealt only with the domestic side of matters?
But in all this, Miss Marple could tell herself that she was being fanciful.
The only really disturbing incident of the day happened about four
o’clock. She had rolled up her knitting and had gone out in the garden to
take a little stroll before tea. Rounding a straggling rhododendron she
came upon Edgar Lawson who was striding along muttering to himself
and who nearly ran into her.
He said, “I beg your pardon,” hastily, but Miss Marple was startled by
the queer staring expression of his eyes.
“Aren’t you feeling well, Mr. Lawson?”
“Well? How should I be feeling well? I’ve had a shock—a terrible shock.”
“What kind of a shock?”
The young man gave a swift glance past her, and then a sharp uneasy
glance to either side. His doing so gave Miss Marple a nervous feeling.
“Shall I tell you?” He looked at her doubtfully. “I don’t know. I don’t
really know. I’ve been so spied upon.”
Miss Marple made up her mind. She took him firmly by the arm.
“If we walk down this path … there, now, there are no trees or bushes
near. Nobody can overhear.”
“No—no, you’re right.” He drew a deep breath,
bent4 his head and almost
whispered his next words. “I’ve made a discovery. A terrible discovery.”
“What kind of a discovery?”
Edgar Lawson began to shake all over. He was almost weeping.
“To have trusted someone! To have believed … and it was lies—all lies.
Lies to keep me from finding out the truth. I can’t bear it. It’s too wicked.
You see, he was the one person I trusted, and now to find out that all the
time he’s been at the bottom of it all. It’s he who’s been my enemy! It’s he
who has been having me followed about and spied upon. But he can’t get
away with it anymore. I shall speak out. I shall tell him I know what he
has been doing.”
“Who is ‘he’?” demanded Miss Marple.
Edgar Lawson drew himself up to his full height. He might have looked
pathetic and
dignified5. But actually he only looked ridiculous.
“I’m speaking of my father.”
“Viscount Montgomery—or do you mean Winston Churchill?”
Edgar threw her a glance of scorn.
“They let me think that—just to keep me from guessing the truth. But I
know now. I’ve got a friend—a real friend. A friend who tells me the truth
and lets me know just how I’ve been deceived. Well, my father will have to
reckon with me. I’ll throw his lies in his face! I’ll challenge him with the
truth. We’ll see what he’s got to say to that.”
And suddenly breaking away, Edgar went off at a run and disappeared
in the park.
Her face grave, Miss Marple went back to the house.
“We’re all a little mad, dear lady,” Dr. Maverick had said.
But it seemed to her that in Edgar’s case it went rather further than that.
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