Secret of Chimneys - Agatha Christie [57]
Chapter 17
A Midnight Adventure
The inquest took place on the following morning. It was extraordinarily unlike the inquests as pictured in sensational fiction. It satisfied even George Lomax in its rigid suppression of all interesting details. Superintendent Battle and the coroner, working together with the support of the chief constable, had reduced the proceedings to the lowest level of boredom.
Immediately after the inquest, Anthony took an unostentatious departure.
His departure was the one bright spot in the day for Bill Eversleigh. George Lomax, obsessed with the fear that something damaging to his department might leak out, had been exceedingly trying. Miss Oscar and Bill had been in constant attendance. Everything useful and interesting had been done by Miss Oscar. Bill’s part had been to run to and fro with countless messages, to decode telegrams, and to listen by the hour to George’s repeating himself.
It was a completely exhausted young man who retired to bed on Saturday night. He had had practically no chance to talk to Virginia all day, owing to George’s exactions, and he felt injured and ill-used. Thank goodness, that Colonial fellow had taken himself off. He had monopolized far too much of Virginia’s society, anyway. And of course if George Lomax went on making an ass of himself like this–His mind seething with resentment, Bill fell asleep. And, in dreams, came consolation. For he dreamt of Virginia.
It was an heroic dream, a dream of burning timbers in which he played the part of the gallant rescuer. He brought down Virginia from the topmost storey in his arms. She was unconscious. He laid her on the grass. Then he went off to find a packet of sandwiches. It was most important that he should find that packet of sandwiches. George had it but instead of giving it up to Bill, he began to dictate telegrams. They were now in the vestry of a church, and any minute Virginia might arrive to be married to him. Horror! He was wearing pyjamas. He must get home at once and find his proper clothes. He rushed out to the car. The car would not start. No petrol in the tank! He was getting desperate. And then a big General bus drew up and Virginia got out of it on the arm of the bald-headed Baron. She was deliciously cool, and exquisitely dressed in grey. She came over to him and shook him by the shoulders playfully. ‘Bill,’ she said. ‘Oh, Bill.’ She shook him harder. ‘Bill,’ she said. ‘Wake up. Oh, do wake up!’
Very dazed, Bill woke up. He was in his bedroom at Chimneys. But part of the dream was with him still. Virginia was leaning over him, and was repeating the same words with variations.
‘Wake up, Bill. Oh, do wake up! Bill.’
‘Hullo!’ said Bill, sitting up in bed. ‘What’s the matter?’
Virginia gave a sigh of relief.
‘Thank goodness. I thought you’d never wake up. I’ve been shaking you and shaking you. Are you properly awake now?’
‘I think so,’ said Bill doubtfully.
‘You great lump,’ said Virginia. ‘The trouble I’ve had! My arms are aching.’
‘These insults are uncalled for,’ said Bill, with dignity. ‘Let me say, Virginia, that I consider your conduct most unbecoming. Not at all that of a pure young widow.’
‘Don’t be an idiot, Bill. Things are happening.’
‘What kind of things?’
‘Queer things. In the Council Chamber. I thought I heard a door bang somewhere, and I came down to see. And then I saw a light in the Council Chamber. I crept along the passage, and peeped through the crack of the door. I couldn’t see much, but what I could see was so extraordinary that I felt I must see more. And then, all of a sudden, I felt that I should like a nice, big strong man with me. And you were the nicest and biggest and strongest man I could think of, so I came in and tried to wake you up quietly. But I’ve been ages doing it.’
‘I see,’ said Bill. ‘And what do you want me to do now? Get up and tackle the burglars?’
Virginia wrinkled her brows.
‘I’m not sure that they are burglars. Bill, it’s very queer–But don’t let’s waste time talking. Get up.’
Bill slipped obediently out of bed.
‘Wait