The Man in the Brown Suit - Agatha Christie [22]
The following morning, to my surprise, after taking a few turns round the deck with her attentive companion, Mrs Blair came to a halt by my chair.
‘Feeling better this morning?’
I thanked her, and said I felt slightly more like a human being.
‘You did look ill yesterday. Colonel Race and I decided that we should have the excitement of a funeral at sea–but you’ve disappointed us.’
I laughed.
‘Being up in the air has done me good.’
‘Nothing like fresh air,’ said Colonel Race, smiling.
‘Being shut up in those stuffy cabins would kill anyone,’ declared Mrs Blair, dropping into a seat by my side and dismissing her companion with a little nod. ‘You’ve got an outside one, I hope?’
I shook my head.
‘My dear girl! Why don’t you change? There’s plenty of room. A lot of people got off at Madeira, and the boat’s very empty. Talk to the purser about it. He’s a nice little boy–he changed me into a beautiful cabin because I didn’t care for the one I’d got. You talk to him at lunch-time when you go down.’
I shuddered.
‘I couldn’t move.’
‘Don’t be silly. Come and take a walk now with me.’
She dimpled at me encouragingly. I felt very weak on my legs at first, but as we walked briskly up and down I began to feel a brighter and better being.
After a turn or two, Colonel Race joined us again.
‘You can see the Grand Peak of Tenerife from the other side.’
‘Can we? Can I get a photograph of it, do you think?’
‘No–but that won’t deter you from snapping off at it.’
Mrs Blair laughed.
‘You are unkind. Some of my photographs are very good.’
‘About three per cent effective, I should say.’
We all went round to the other side of the deck. There, glimmering white and snowy, enveloped in a delicate rose-coloured mist, rose the glistening pinnacle. I uttered an exclamation of delight. Mrs Blair ran for her camera.
Undeterred by Colonel Race’s sardonic comments, she snapped vigorously:
‘There, that’s the end of the roll. Oh,’ her tone changed to one of chagrin, ‘I’ve had the thing at “bulb” all the time.’
‘I always like to see a child with a new toy,’ murmured the Colonel.
‘How horrid you are–but I’ve got another roll.’
She produced it in triumph from the pocket of her sweater. A sudden roll of the boat upset her balance, and as she caught at the rail to steady herself the roll of films flashed over the side.
‘Oh!’ cried Mrs Blair, comically dismayed. She leaned over. ‘Do you think they have gone overboard?’
‘No, you may have been fortunate enough to brain an unlucky steward in the deck below.’
A small boy who had arrived unobserved a few paces to our rear blew a deafening blast on a bugle.
‘Lunch,’ declared Mrs Blair ecstatically. ‘I’ve had nothing to eat since breakfast, except two cups of beef-tea. Lunch, Miss Beddingfeld?’
‘Well,’ I said waveringly. ‘Yes, I do feel rather hungry.’
‘Splendid. You’re sitting at the purser’s table, I know. Tackle him about the cabin.’
I found my way down to the saloon, began to eat gingerly, and finished by consuming an enormous meal. My friend of yesterday congratulated me on my recovery. Everyone was changing cabins today, he told me, and he promised that my things should be moved to an outside one without delay.
There were only four at our table. Myself, a couple of elderly ladies, and a missionary who talked a lot about ‘our poor black brothers’.
I looked round at the other tables. Mrs Blair was sitting at the Captain’s table. Colonel Race next to her. On the other side of the Captain was a distinguished-looking, grey-haired man. A good many people I had already noticed on deck, but there was one man who had not previously appeared. Had he done so, he could hardly have escaped my notice. He was tall and dark, and had such a peculiarly sinister type of countenance that I was quite startled. I asked the purser, with some curiosity, who he was.