Seventeen
Ella put down the telephone receiver, smiled to herself and came out of
the public telephone box. She was pleased with herself.
“Chief-Inspector God
Almighty1 Craddock!” she said to herself. “I’m twice
as good as he is at the job. Variations on the theme of: ‘Fly, all is dis-
covered!’”
She pictured to herself with a good deal of pleasure the reactions re-
cently suffered by the person at the other end of the line. That faint men-
acing2 whisper coming through the receiver. “I saw you….”
She laughed silently, the corners of her mouth curving up in a
feline3
cruel line. A student of
psychology4 might have watched her with some in-
terest. Never until the last few days had she had this feeling of power. She
was hardly aware herself of how much the heady
intoxication5 of it affec-
“Damn that old woman,” thought Ella. She could feel Mrs. Bantry’s eyes
following her as she walked up the drive.
A phrase came into her head for no particular reason.
The
pitcher7 goes to the well once too often….
Nonsense. Nobody could suspect that it was she who had whispered
those menacing words….
She sneezed.
“Damn this hay fever,” said Ella Zielinsky.
When she came into her office, Jason Rudd was
standing8 by the window.
He wheeled round.
“I couldn’t think where you were.”
“I had to go and speak to the gardener. There were—” she broke off as
she caught sight of his face.
She asked sharply: “What is it?”
His eyes seemed set deeper in his face than ever. All the gaiety of the
clown was gone. This was a man under strain. She had seen him under
strain before but never looking like this.
She said again: “What is it?”
He held a sheet of paper out to her. “It’s the analysis of that coffee. The
coffee that Marina complained about and wouldn’t drink.”
“You sent it to be analysed?” She was startled. “But you poured it away
down the sink. I saw you.”
His wide mouth curled up in a smile. “I’m pretty good at
sleight9 of hand,
Ella,” he said. “You didn’t know that, did you? Yes, I poured most of it
away but I kept a little and I took it along to be analysed.”
She looked down at the paper in her hand.
“Yes, arsenic.”
“So Marina was right about it tasting bitter?”
“She wasn’t right about that. Arsenic has no taste. But her instinct was
quite right.”
“She is hysterical! Who wouldn’t be? She has a woman drop dead at her
feet practically. She gets threatening notes—one after another—there’s not
been anything today, has there?”
Ella shook her head.
“Who plants the damned things? Oh well, I suppose it’s easy enough—all
these open windows. Anyone could slip in.”
“You mean we ought to keep the house barred and locked? But it’s such
hot weather. There’s a man posted in the grounds, after all.”
“Yes, and I don’t want to frighten her more than she’s frightened
already. Threatening notes don’t matter two
hoots12. But arsenic, Ella, ar-
senic’s different….”
“Nobody could
tamper13 with food here in the house.”
“Couldn’t they, Ella? Couldn’t they?”
“Not without being seen. No unauthorized person—”
He interrupted.
“People will do things for money, Ella.”
“Hardly murder!”
“Even that. And they mightn’t realize it was murder… The servants….”
“I’m sure the servants are all right.”
“Giuseppe now. I doubt if I’d trust Giuseppe very far if it came to the
question of money… He’s been with us some time, of course, but—”
“Must you torture yourself like this, Jason?”
He flung himself down in the chair. He leaned forward, his long arms
hanging down between his knees.
“What to do?” he said slowly and softly. “My God, what to do?”
Ella did not speak. She sat there watching him.
“She was happy here,” said Jason. He was speaking more to himself than
to Ella. He stared down between his knees at the carpet. If he had looked
up, the expression on her face might perhaps have surprised him.
“She was happy,” he said again. “She hoped to be happy and she was
happy. She was saying so that day, the day Mrs. What’s-her-name—”
“Bantry?”
“Yes. The day Mrs. Bantry came to tea. She said it was ‘so peaceful.’ She
said that at last she’d found a place where she could settle down and be
happy and feel secure. My goodness, secure!”
“Happy ever after?” Ella’s voice held a slight tone of
irony14. “Yes, put like
that, it sounds just like a fairy story.”
“At any rate she believed it.”
“But you didn’t,” said Ella. “You never thought it would be like that?”
Jason Rudd smiled. “No. I didn’t go the whole
hog15. But I did think for a
while, a year—two years—there might be a period of calm and content. It
might have made a new woman of her. It might have given her confidence
in herself. She can be happy, you know. When she is happy she’s like a
child. Just like a child. And now—this had to happen to her.”
Ella moved restlessly. “Things have to happen to all of us,” she said
brusquely. “That’s the way life is. You just have to take it. Some of us can,
some of us can’t. She’s the kind that can’t.”
She sneezed.
“Your hay fever bad again?”
“Yes. By the way, Giuseppe’s gone to London.”
Jason looked faintly surprised.
“To London? Why?”
“Some kind of family trouble. He’s got relations in Soho, and one of
them’s
desperately16 ill. He went to Marina about it and she said it was all
right, so I gave him the day off. He’ll be back sometime tonight. You don’t
mind do you?”
“No,” said Jason, “I don’t mind….”
He got up and walked up and down.
“If I could take her away…now…at once.”
“Scrap the picture? But just think.”
His voice rose.
“I can’t think of anything but Marina. Don’t you understand? She’s in
danger. That’s all I can think about.”
“I’d better get my atomizer.”
She left the room and went to her bedroom, a word echoing in her
mind.
Marina… Marina… Marina… Always Marina….
Fury rose up in her. She stilled it. She went into the bathroom and
picked up the spray she used.
She inserted the nozzle into one
nostril19 and squeezed.
The warning came a second too late… Her brain recognized the unfamil-
iar odour of bitter almonds…but not in time to paralyse the squeezing fin-
gers.
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