No More Parades_ A Novel - Ford Madox Ford [61]
'Well, he hasn't got one,' Perowne said. 'He sticks up in that blessed old camp of his like a blessed she-chicken sitting on addled eggs...That's what they say of him...I don't know anything about the fellow...'
Listening vindictively and indolently, she thought she caught in his droning tones a touch of the homicidal lunacy that had used to underlie his voice in the bedroom at Yssingueux. The fellow had undoubtedly about him a touch of the dull, mad murderer of the police-courts. With a sudden animation she thought:
'Suppose he tried to murder Christopher...' And she imagined her husband breaking the fellow's back across his knee, the idea going across her mind as fire traverses the opal. Then, with a dry throat, she said to herself:
'I've got to find out whether he has that girl in Rouen...' Men stuck together. The fellow Perowne might well be protecting Tietjens. It would be unthinkable that any rules of the service could keep Christopher in that place. They could not shut up the upper classes. If Perowne had any sense he would know that to shield Tietjens was the way not to get her...But he had no sense...Besides, sexual solidarity was a terribly strong thing...She knew that she herself would not give a woman's secrets away in order to get her man. Then...how was she to ascertain whether the girl was not in that town? How?...She imagined Tietjens going home every night to her...But he was going to spend that night with herself...She knew that...Under that roof...Fresh from the other...
She imagined him there, now...In the parlour of one of the little villas you see from the tram on the top of the town...They were undoubtedly, now, discussing her...Her whole body writhed, muscle on muscle, in her chair...She must discover...But how do you discover? Against a universal conspiracy...This whole war was an agapemone...You went to war when you desired to rape innumerable women...It was what war was for...All these men, crowded in this narrow space...She stood up:
'I'm going,' she said, 'to put on a little powder for Lady Sachse's feast...You needn't stay if you don't want to...' She was going to watch every face she saw until it gave up the secret of where in that town Christopher had the Wannop girl hidden...She imagined her freckled, snubnosed faced pressed--squashed was the word--against his cheek...She was going to investigate...
II
She found an early opportunity to carry on her investigations. For, at dinner that night, she found herself, Tietjens having gone to the telephone with a lance-corporal, opposite what she took to be a small tradesman, with fresh-coloured cheeks, and a great, grey, forward-sprouting moustache, in a uniform so creased that the creases resembled the veins of a leaf...A very trustworthy small tradesman: the grocer from round the corner whom, sometimes, you allow to supply you with paraffin...He was saying to her:
'If, ma'am, you multiply two-thousand nine hundred and something by ten you arrive at twenty-nine thousand odd...
And she had exclaimed:
'You really mean that my husband, Captain Tietjens, spent yesterday afternoon in examining twenty-nine thousand toe-nails...And two thousand nine hundred toothbrushes...
'I told him,' her interlocutor answered with deep seriousness, 'that these being Colonial troops it was not so necessary to examine their toothbrushes...Imperial troops will use the brush they clean their buttons with for their teeth so as to have a clean toothbrush to show the medical officer...
'It sounds,' she said with a little shudder, 'as if you were all schoolboys playing a game...And you say my husband really occupies his mind with such things...'
Second-Lieutenant Cowley, dreadfully conscious that the shoulder-strap of his Sam Browne belt, purchased that afternoon at the Ordnance, and therefore brand-new, did not match the abdominal part of the belt that he had had for nearly ten years--a splendid bit of leather, that!--answered nevertheless stoutly:
'Madam! If the brains of an army aren't, the life of an army is...in its feet...And nowadays, the medical officers