Secret of Chimneys - Agatha Christie [85]
Bundle nodded.
‘Virginia’s got brains,’ she remarked abruptly. ‘She’s always talking nonsense, but she’s got brains all right. She was frightfully good out in Herzoslovakia, I believe. If Tim Revel had lived he’d have had a fine career–and mostly owing to Virginia. She worked for him tooth and nail. She did everything in the world she could for him–and I know why, too.’
‘Because she cared for him?’ Anthony sat looking very straight ahead of him.
‘No, because she didn’t. Don’t you see? She didn’t love him–she never loved him, and so she did everything on earth she could to make up. That’s Virginia all over. But don’t you make any mistake about it. Virginia was never in love with Tim Revel.’
‘You seem very positive,’ said Anthony, turning to look at her.
Bundle’s little hands were clenched on the steering wheel, and her chin was stuck out in a determined manner.
‘I know a thing or two. I was only a kid at the time of her marriage, but I heard one or two things, and knowing Virginia I can put them together easily enough. Tim Revel was bowled over by Virginia–he was Irish, you know, and most attractive, with a genius for expressing himself well. Virginia was quite young–eighteen. She couldn’t go anywhere without seeing Tim in a state of picturesque misery, vowing he’d shoot himself or take to drink if she didn’t marry him. Girls believe these things–or used to–we’ve advanced a lot in the last eight years. Virginia was carried away by the feeling she thought she’d inspired. She married him–and she was an angel to him always. She wouldn’t have been half as much of an angel if she’d loved him. There’s a lot of the devil in Virginia. But I can tell you one thing–she enjoys her freedom. And anyone will have a hard time persuading her to give it up.’
‘I wonder why you tell me all this?’ said Anthony slowly.
‘It’s interesting to know about people, isn’t it? Some people, that is.’
‘I’ve wanted to know,’ he acknowledged.
‘And you’d never have heard from Virginia. But you can trust me for an inside tip from the stables. Virginia’s a darling. Even women like her because she isn’t a bit of a cat. And anyway,’ Bundle ended, somewhat obscurely, ‘one must be a sport, mustn’t one?’
‘Oh, certainly,’ Anthony agreed. But he was still puzzled. He had no idea what had prompted Bundle to give him so much information unasked. That he was glad of it, he did not deny.
‘Here are the trams,’ said Bundle, with a sigh. ‘Now, I suppose, I shall have to drive carefully.’
‘It might be as well,’ agreed Anthony.
His ideas and Bundle’s on the subject of careful driving hardly coincided. Leaving indignant suburbs behind them they finally emerged into Oxford Street.
‘Not bad going, eh?’ said Bundle, glancing at her wristwatch.
Anthony assented fervently.
‘Where do you want to be dropped?’
‘Anywhere. Which way are you going?’
‘Knightsbridge way.’
‘All right, drop me at Hyde Park Corner.’
‘Goodbye,’ said Bundle, as she drew up at the place indicated. ‘What about the return journey?’
‘I’ll find my own way back, thanks very much.’
‘I have scared him,’ remarked Bundle.
‘I shouldn’t recommend driving with you as a tonic for nervous old ladies, but personally I’ve enjoyed it. The last time I was in equal danger was when I was charged by a herd of wild elephants.’
‘I think you’re extremely rude,’ remarked Bundle. ‘We’re not even had one bump today.’
‘I’m sorry if you’ve been holding yourself in on my account,’ retorted Anthony.
‘I don’t think men are really very brave,’ said Bundle.
‘That’s a nasty one,’ said Anthony. ‘I retire, humiliated.’ Bundle nodded and drove on. Anthony hailed a passing taxi. ‘Victoria Station,’ he said to the driver as he got in.
When he got to Victoria he paid off the taxi and inquired for the next train to Dover. Unfortunately he had just missed one.
Resigning himself to a wait of something over an hour, Anthony paced up and down, his brows knit. Once or twice he shook his head impatiently.
The journey to Dover was uneventful.