Curtain - Agatha Christie [35]
The funny part of it was, of course, that this time I was not really asking at all where Judith was. It was Allerton I was interested in.
I tried to pacify her.
‘Really, Judith, I don’t see why I can’t ask a simple question.’
‘I don’t see why you want to know.’
‘I don’t particularly. I mean, I just wondered why neither of you – er – seemed to know what had happened.’
‘About the accident, do you mean? I’d been down to the village, if you must know, to get some stamps.’
I pounced on the personal pronoun.
‘Allerton wasn’t with you then?’
Judith gave an exasperated gasp.
‘No, he was not,’ she said in tones of cold fury. ‘Actually, we’d met just near the house and only about two minutes before we met you. I hope you’re satisfied now. But I’d just like to say that if I’d spent the whole day walking around with Major Allerton, it’s really not your business. I’m twenty-one and earning my own living, and how I spend my time is entirely my own business.’
‘Entirely,’ I said, quickly trying to stem the tide.
‘I’m glad you agree.’ Judith looked mollified. She gave a rueful half-smile. ‘Oh, dearest, do try and not come the heavy father quite so much. You don’t know how maddening it is. If you just wouldn’t fuss so.’
‘I won’t – I really won’t in future,’ I promised her. Franklin came striding along at this minute.
‘Hullo, Judith. Come along. We’re later than usual.’
His manner was curt and really hardly polite. In spite of myself I felt annoyed. I knew that Franklin was Judith’s employer, that he had a call upon her time and that, since he paid for it, he was entitled to give her orders. Nevertheless, I did not see why he could not behave with common courtesy. His manners were not what one would call polished to anyone, but he did at least behave to most people with a certain amount of everyday politeness. But to Judith, especially of late, his manner was always curt and dictatorial in the extreme. He hardly looked at her when he spoke and merely barked out orders. Judith never appeared to resent this, but I did on her behalf. It crossed my mind that it was especially unfortunate since it contrasted in such a very marked way with Allerton’s exaggerated attention. No doubt John Franklin was a ten times better man than Allerton, but he compared very badly with him from the point of view of attraction.
I watched Franklin as he strode along the path towards the laboratory, his ungainly walk, his angular build, the jutting bones of his face and head, his red hair and his freckles. An ugly man and an ungainly man. None of the more obvious qualities. A good brain, yes, but women seldom fall for brains alone. I reflected with dismay that Judith, owing to the circumstances of her job, practically never came into contact with other men. She had no opportunity of sizing up various attractive men. Compared with the gruff and unattractive Franklin, Allerton’s meretricious charms stood out with all the force of contrast. My poor girl had no chance of appraising him at his true worth.
Supposing that she should come seriously to lose her heart to him? The irritability she had shown just now was a disquieting sign. Allerton, I knew, was a real bad lot. He was possibly something more. If Allerton were X –?
He could be. At the time that the shot was fired he had not been with Judith.
But what was the motive of all these seemingly purposeless crimes? There was, I felt sure, nothing of the madman about Allerton. He was sane – altogether sane – and utterly unprincipled.
And Judith – my Judith – was seeing altogether too much of him.
II
Up to this time, though I had been faintly worried about my daughter, my preoccupation over X and the possibility of a crime occurring at any moment had successfully driven more personal problems to the back of my mind.
Now that the blow had fallen, that a crime had been attempted and had mercifully failed, I was free to reflect on these things. And the more I did so,
the more anxious I became. A chance word spoken one day revealed