The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time - Mark Haddon [13]
Mrs. Alexander was wearing jeans and training shoes, which old people don't normally wear. And there was mud on the jeans. And the trainers were New Balance trainers. And the laces were red.
I went up to Mrs. Alexander and said, “Do you know anything about Wellington being killed?”
Then she turned the electric hedge trimmer off and said, “I'm afraid you're going to have to say that again. I'm a little deaf.”
So I said, “Do you know anything about Wellington being killed?”
And she said, “I heard about it yesterday. Dreadful. Dreadful.”
I said, “Do you know who killed him?”
And she said, “No, I don't.”
I replied, “Somebody must know because the person who killed Wellington knows that they killed Wellington. Unless they were a mad person and didn't know what they were doing. Or unless they had amnesia.”
And she said, “Well, I suppose you're probably right.”
I said, “Thank you for helping me with my investigation.”
And she said, “You're Christopher, aren't you.”
I said, “Yes. I live at number 36.”
And she said, “We haven't talked before, have we.”
I said, “No. I don't like talking to strangers. But I'm doing detective work.”
And she said, “I see you every day, going to school.”
I didn't reply to this.
And she said, “It's very nice of you to come and say hello.”
I didn't reply to this either because Mrs. Alexander was doing what is called chatting, where people say things to each other which aren't questions and answers and aren't connected.
Then she said, “Even if it's only because you're doing detective work.”
And I said, “Thank you” again.
And I was about to turn and walk away when she said, “I have a grandson your age.”
I tried to do chatting by saying, “My age is 15 years and 3 months and 3 days.”
And she said, “Well, almost your age.”
Then we said nothing for a little while until she said, “You don't have a dog, do you?”
And I said, “No.”
She said, “You'd probably like a dog, wouldn't you.”
And I said, “I have a rat.”
And she said, “A rat?”
And I said, “He's called Toby.”
And she said, “Oh.”
And I said, “Most people don't like rats because they think they carry diseases like bubonic plague. But that's only because they lived in sewers and stowed away on ships coming from foreign countries where there were strange diseases. But rats are very clean. Toby is always washing himself. And you don't have to take him out for walks. I just let him run around my room so that he gets some exercise. And sometimes he sits on my shoulder or hides in my sleeve like it's a burrow. But rats don't live in burrows in nature.”
Mrs. Alexander said, “Do you want to come in for tea?”
And I said, “I don't go into other people's houses.”
And she said, “Well, maybe I could bring some out here. Do you like lemon squash?”
I replied, “I only like orange squash.”
And she said, “Luckily I have some of that as well. And what about Battenberg?”
And I said, “I don't know because I don't know what Battenberg is.”
She said, “It's a kind of cake. It has four pink and yellow squares in the middle and it has marzipan icing round the edge.”
And I said, “Is it a long cake with a square cross section which is divided into equally sized, alternately colored squares?”
And she said, “Yes, I think you could probably describe it like that.”
I said, “I think I'd like the pink squares but not the yellow squares because I don't like yellow. And I don't know what marzipan is, so I don't know whether I'd like that.”
And she said, “I'm afraid marzipan is yellow, too. Perhaps I should bring out some biscuits instead. Do you like biscuits?”
And I said, “Yes. Some sorts of biscuits.”
And she said, “I'll get a selection.”
Then she turned and went into the house. She moved very slowly because she was an old lady and she was inside