The Mirror Crack'd - Agatha Christie [79]
‘Not necessarily.’
‘But I can’t go on like this! I can’t…I can’t…You must help me, Jason. You must do something. I’m frightened. I’m so terribly frightened…There’s an enemy here. And I don’t know who it is…It might be anyone — anyone. At the studios — or here in the house. Someone who hates me — but why?…Why?…Someone who wants me dead…But who is it? Who is it? I thought — I was almost sure — it was Ella. But now —’
‘You thought it was Ella?’ Jason sounded astonished. ‘But why?’
‘Because she hated me — oh yes she did. Don’t men ever see these things? She was madly in love with you. I don’t believe you had the least idea of it. But it can’t be Ella, because Ella’s dead. Oh, Jinks, Jinks — do help me — get me away from here — let me go somewhere safe…safe…’
She sprang up and walked rapidly up and down, turning and twisting her hands.
The director in Jason was full of admiration for those passionate, tortured movements. I must remember them, he thought. For Hedda Gabler, perhaps? Then, with a shock, he remembered that it was his wife he was watching.
‘It’s all right, Marina — all right. I’ll look after you.’
‘We must go away from this hateful house — at once. I hate this house — hate it.’
‘Listen, we can’t go away immediately.’
‘Why not? Why not?’
‘Because,’ said Rudd, ‘deaths cause complications…and there’s something else to consider. Will running away do any good?’
‘Of course it will. We’ll get away from this person who hates me.’
‘If there’s anyone who hates you that much, they could follow you easily enough.’
‘You mean — you mean — I shall never get away? I shall never be safe again?’
‘Darling — it will be all right. I’ll look after you. I’ll keep you safe.’
She clung to him.
‘Will you, Jinks? Will you see that nothing happens to me?’
She sagged against him, and he laid her down gently on the chaise-longue.
‘Oh, I’m a coward,’ she murmured, ‘a coward…if I knew who it was — and why?…Get me my pills — the yellow ones — not the brown. I must have something to calm me.’
‘Don’t take too many, for God’s sake, Marina.’
‘All right — all right…Sometimes they don’t have any effect any more…’ She looked up in his face.
She smiled, a tender exquisite smile.
‘You’ll take care of me, Jinks? Swear you’ll take care of me…’
‘Always,’ said Jason Rudd. ‘To the bitter end.’
Her eyes opened wide.
‘You looked so — so odd when you said that.’
‘Did I? How did I look?’
‘I can’t explain. Like — like a clown laughing at something terribly sad, that no one else has seen…’
Chapter 21
I
It was a tired and depressed Inspector Craddock who came to see Miss Marple the following day.
‘Sit down and be comfortable,’ she said. ‘I can see you’ve had a very hard time.’
‘I don’t like to be defeated,’ said Inspector Craddock. ‘Two murders within twenty-four hours. Ah well, I’m poorer at my job than I thought I was. Give me a nice cup of tea, Aunt Jane, with some thin bread and butter and soothe me with your earliest remembrances of St Mary Mead.’
Miss Marple clicked with her tongue in a sympathetic manner.
‘Now it’s no good talking like that, my dear boy, and I don’t think bread and butter is at all what you want. Gentlemen, when they’ve had a disappointment, want something stronger than tea.’
As usual, Miss Marple said the word ‘gentlemen’ in the way of someone describing a foreign species.
‘I should advise a good stiff whisky and soda,’ she said.
‘Would you really, Aunt Jane? Well, I won’t say no.’
‘And I shall get it for you myself,’ said Miss Marple, rising to her feet.
‘Oh, no, don’t do that. Let me. Or what about Miss What’s-her-name?’
‘We don’t want Miss Knight fussing about in here,’ said Miss Marple. ‘She won’t be bringing my tea for another twenty minutes so that gives us a little peace and quiet. Clever of you to come to the window and not through the front door. Now we can have a nice quiet little time by ourselves.’
She went to a corner cupboard, opened it and produced a bottle, a syphon of