Unexpected Guest - Agatha Christie [43]
Jan came into the room. ‘Thought you were so clever, didn’t you, Benny?’ he said, quite belligerently. ‘Very clever, locking up all Richard’s guns in there.’ He nodded in the direction of the hallway. ‘But I found a key that fitted the gun cupboard. I’ve got a gun now, just like Richard. I’m going to have lots of guns and pistols. I’m going to shoot things.’ He suddenly raised the gun and pointed it at Miss Bennett, who flinched. ‘Be careful, Benny,’ he went on with a chuckle, ‘I might shoot you.’
Miss Bennett tried not to look too alarmed as she said, in as soothing a tone as she could muster, ‘Why, you wouldn’t do a thing like that, Jan, I know you wouldn’t.’
Jan continued to point the gun at Miss Bennett, but after a few moments he lowered it.
Miss Bennett relaxed slightly, and after a pause Jan exclaimed, sweetly and rather eagerly, ‘No, I wouldn’t. Of course I wouldn’t.’
‘After all, it’s not as though you were just a careless boy,’ Miss Bennett told him, reassuringly. ‘You’re a man now, aren’t you?’
Jan beamed. He walked over to the desk and sat in the chair. ‘Yes, I’m a man,’ he agreed. ‘Now that Richard’s dead, I’m the only man in the house.’
‘That’s why I know you wouldn’t shoot me,’ Miss Bennett said. ‘You’d only shoot an enemy.’
‘That’s right,’ Jan exclaimed with delight.
Sounding as though she were choosing her words very carefully, Miss Bennett said, ‘During the war, if you were in the Resistance, when you killed an enemy you put a notch on your gun.’
‘Is that true?’ Jan responded, examining his gun. ‘Did they really?’ He looked eagerly at Miss Bennett. ‘Did some people have a lot of notches?’
‘Yes,’ she replied, ‘some people had quite a lot of notches.’
Jan chortled with glee. ‘What fun!’ he exclaimed.
‘Of course,’ Miss Bennett continued, ‘some people don’t like killing anything–but other people do.’
‘Richard did,’ Jan reminded her.
‘Yes, Richard liked killing things,’ Miss Bennett admitted. She turned away from him casually, as she added, ‘You like killing things, too, don’t you, Jan?’
Unseen by her, Jan took a penknife from his pocket and began to make a notch on his gun. ‘It’s exciting to kill things,’ he observed, a trifle petulantly.
Miss Bennett turned back to face him. ‘You didn’t want Richard to have you sent away, did you, Jan?’ she asked him quietly.
‘He said he would,’ Jan retorted with feeling. ‘He was a beast!’
Miss Bennett walked around behind the desk chair in which Jan was still sitting. ‘You said to Richard once,’ she reminded him, ‘that you’d kill him if he was going to send you away.’
‘Did I?’ Jan responded. He sounded nonchalantly offhand.
‘But you didn’t kill him?’ Miss Bennett asked, her intonation making her words into only a half-question.
‘Oh, no, I didn’t kill him.’ Again, Jan sounded unconcerned.
‘That was rather weak of you,’ Miss Bennett observed.
There was a crafty look in Jan’s eyes as he responded, ‘Was it?’
‘Yes, I think so. To say you’d kill him, and then not to do it.’ Miss Bennett moved around the desk, but looked towards the door. ‘If anyone was threatening to shut me up, I’d want to kill him, and I’d do it, too.’
‘Who says someone else did?’ Jan retorted swiftly. ‘Perhaps it was me.’
‘Oh, no, it wouldn’t be you,’ Miss Bennett said, dismissively. ‘You were only a boy. You wouldn’t have dared.’
Jan jumped up and backed away from her. ‘You think I wouldn’t have dared?’ His voice was almost a squeal. ‘Is that what you think?’
‘Of course it’s what I think.’ She seemed now deliberately to be taunting him. ‘Of course you wouldn’t have dared to kill Richard. You’d have to be very brave and grown-up to do that.’
Jan turned his back on her, and walked away. ‘You don’t know everything, Benny,’ he said, sounding hurt. ‘Oh no, old Benny. You don’t know everything.’
‘Is there something I don’t know?’ Miss Bennett asked him. ‘Are you laughing at me, Jan?’ Seizing her opportunity, she opened the door a little way. Jan stood near the french windows, whence a shaft of light from the setting sun shone across the room.
‘Yes, yes,