Elephants Can Remember - Agatha Christie [31]
‘Ah! And talk about old times, perhaps. Always nice when you can do that, isn’t it?’
‘Yes, indeed,’ said Mrs Oliver, feeling some relief that this particular line had been indicated to her since it was more or less what she had come for. ‘What a lot of photographs you’ve got,’ she said.
‘Ah, I have, an’ that. D’you know, when I was in that Home – silly name it had. Sunset House of Happiness for the Aged, something like that it was called, a year and a quarter I lived there till I couldn’t stand it no more, a nasty lot they were, saying you couldn’t have any of your own things with you. You know, everything had to belong to the Home. I don’t say as it wasn’t comfortable, but you know, I like me own things around me. My photos and my furniture. And then there was ever so nice a lady, came from a Council she did, some society or other, and she told me there was another place where they had homes of their own or something and you could take what you liked with you. And there’s ever such a nice helper as comes in every day to see if you’re all right. Ah, very comfortable I am here. Very comfortable indeed. I’ve got all my own things.’
‘Something from everywhere,’ said Mrs Oliver, looking round.
‘Yes, that table – the brass one – that’s Captain Wilson, he sent me that from Singapore or something like that. And that Benares brass too. That’s nice, isn’t it? That’s a funny thing on the ashtray. That’s Egyptian, that is. It’s a scarabee, or some name like that. You know. Sounds like some kind of scratching disease but it isn’t. No, it’s a sort of beetle and it’s made out of some stone. They call it a precious stone. Bright blue. A lazy – a lavis – a lazy lapin or something like that.’
‘Lapis lazuli,’ said Mrs Oliver.
‘That’s right. That’s what it is. Very nice, that is. That was my archaeological boy what went digging. He sent me that.’
‘All your lovely past,’ said Mrs Oliver. ‘Yes, all my boys and girls. Some of them as babies, some of them I had from the month, and the older ones. Some of them when I went to India and that other time when I was in Siam. Yes. That’s Miss Moya in her Court dress. Ah, she was a pretty thing. Divorced two husbands, she has. Yes. Trouble with his lordship, the first one, and then she married one of those pop singers and of course that couldn’t take very well. And then she married someone in California. They had a yacht and went places, I think. Died two or three years ago and only sixty-two. Pity dying so young, you know.’
‘You’ve been to a lot of different parts of the world yourself, haven’t you?’ said Mrs Oliver. ‘India, Hong Kong, then Egypt, and South America, wasn’t it?’
‘Ah yes, I’ve been about a good deal.’
‘I remember,’ said Mrs Oliver, ‘when I was in Malaya, you were with a service family then, weren’t you? A General somebody. Was it – now wait a minute, I can’t remember the name – it wasn’t General and Lady Ravenscroft, was it?’
‘No, no, you’ve got the name wrong. You’re thinking of when I was with the Barnabys. That’s right. You came to stay with them. Remember? You were doing a tour, you were, and you came and stayed with the Barnabys. You were an old friend of hers. He was a Judge.’
‘Ah yes,’ said Mrs Oliver. ‘It’s difficult a bit. One gets names mixed up.’
‘Two nice children they had,’ said Mrs Matcham. ‘Of course they went to school in England. The boy went to Harrow and the girl went to Roedean, I think it was, and so I moved on to another family after that. Ah, things have changed nowadays. Not so many amahs, even, as there used to be. Mind you, the amahs used to be a bit of a trouble now and then. I got on with our one very well when I was with the Barnabys, I mean. Who was it you spoke of ? The Ravenscrofts? Well, I remember them. Yes – I forget the name of the place where they lived now. Not far from us. The families were acquainted, you know. Oh yes, it’s a long time ago, but I remember it all. I was still out there with the Barnabys, you know. I stayed on when the children went to school