Caribbean Mystery - Agatha Christie [29]
“How—how can you bear it?”
“One gets used to anything. But sometimes—”
“Yes?” said Molly.
“Sometimes I’d like to kill that woman.”
The passion behind her voice startled Molly.
“Don’t let’s talk any more about me,” said Evelyn. “Let’s talk about you. I want to know what’s the matter.”
Molly was silent for some moments and then she said, “It’s only—it’s only that I think there’s something wrong about me.”
“Wrong? What do you mean?”
Molly shook her head unhappily. “I’m frightened,” she said. “I’m terribly frightened.”
“Frightened of what?”
“Everything,” said Molly. “It’s—growing on me. Voices in the bushes, footsteps—or things that people say. As though someone were watching me all the time, spying on me. Somebody hates me. That’s what I keep feeling. Somebody hates me.”
“My dear child.” Evelyn was shocked and startled. “How long has this been going on?”
“I don’t know. It came—it started by degrees. And there have been other things too.”
“What sort of things?”
“There are times,” said Molly slowly, “that I can’t account for, that I can’t remember.”
“Do you mean you have blackouts—that sort of thing?”
“I suppose so. I mean sometimes it’s—oh, say it’s five o’clock—and I can’t remember anything since about half past one or two.”
“Oh my dear, but that’s just that you’ve been asleep. Had a doze.”
“No,” said Molly, “it’s not like that at all. Because you see, at the end of the time it’s not as though I’d just dozed off. I’m in a different place. Sometimes I’m wearing different clothes and sometimes I seem to have been doing things—even saying things to people, talked to someone, and not remembering that I’ve done so.”
Evelyn looked shocked. “But Molly, my dear, if this is so, then you ought to see a doctor.”
“I won’t see a doctor! I don’t want to. I wouldn’t go near a doctor.”
Evelyn looked sharply down into her face, then she took the girl’s hand in hers.
“You may be frightening yourself for nothing, Molly. You know there are all kinds of nervous disorders that aren’t really serious at all. A doctor would soon reassure you.”
“He mightn’t. He might say that there was something really wrong with me.”
“Why should there be anything wrong with you?”
“Because—” Molly spoke and then was silent “—no reason, I suppose,” she said.
“Couldn’t your family—haven’t you any family, any mother or sisters or someone who could come out here?”
“I don’t get on with my mother. I never have. I’ve got sisters. They’re married but I suppose—I suppose they could come if I wanted them. But I don’t want them. I don’t want anyone—anyone except Tim.”
“Does Tim know about this? Have you told him?”
“Not really,” said Molly. “But he’s anxious about me and he watches me. It’s as though he were trying to—to help me or to shield me. But if he does that it means I want shielding, doesn’t it?”
“I think a lot of it may be imagination but I still think you ought to see a doctor.”
“Old Dr. Graham? He wouldn’t be any good.”
“There are other doctors on the island.”
“It’s all right, really,” said Molly. “I just—mustn’t think of it. I expect, as you say, it’s all imagination. Good gracious, it’s getting frightfully late. I ought to be on duty now in the dining room. I—I must go back.”
She looked sharply and almost offensively at Evelyn Hillingdon, and then hurried off. Evelyn stared after her.
Twelve
OLD SINS CAST LONG SHADOWS
I
“I think as I am on to something, man.”
“What’s that you say, Victoria?”
“I think I’m on to something. It may mean money. Big money.”
“Now look, girl, you be careful, you’ll not tangle yourself up in something. Maybe I’d better tackle what it is.”
Victoria laughed, a deep rich chuckle.
“You wait and see,” she said. “I know how to play this hand. It’s money, man, it’s big money. Something I see, and something I guess. I think I guess right.”