Having tried out the show in the provinces, the time has come to bring it to the West End.’ ‘And you’re the West End?’ ‘Indubitably.’ ‘Do you really want to marry me? I can’t imagine you married.’ ‘I insist on marriage. Affaires, I always think, are so very old-fashioned. Difficulties with passports and hotels and all that. I shall never have a mistress unless I can’t get her any other way!’ Gina’s laugh rang out fresh and clear.
‘You do amuse me, Alex.’ ‘It is my principal asset. Stephen is much better looking than I am. He’s extremely handsome and very intense which, of course, women adore. But intensity is fatiguing in the home. With me, Gina, you will find life entertaining.’
‘Aren’t you going to say you love me madly?’ ‘However true that may be, I shall certainly not say it.
It would be one up to you and one down to me if I did.
No, all I am prepared to do is to make you a businesslike offer of marriage.’
‘I shall have to think about it,’ said Gina smiling.
‘Naturally. Besides, you’ve got to put Wally out of his misery first. I’ve a lot of sympathy with Wally. It must be absolute hell for him to be married to you and trailed along at your chariot wheels into this heavy family atmosphere of philanthropy.’
‘What a beast you are, Alex?
‘A perceptive beast.’
‘Sometimes,’ said Gina, ‘I don’t think Wally cares for me one little bit. He just doesn’t notice me any more.’
‘You’ve stirred him up with a stick and he doesn’t respond? Most annoying.’
Like a flash Gina swung her palm and delivered a ringing slap on Alex’s smooth cheek.
‘Touch!’ cried Alex.
With a quick deft movement he gathered her into his arms and before she could resist, his lips fastened on hers in a long ardent kiss. She struggled a moment and then relaxed…
‘Gina!’
They sprang apart. Mildred Strete, her face red, her lips quivering, glared at them balefully. For a moment the eagerness of her words choked their utterance.
‘Disgusting… disgusting… you abandoned beastly girl.., you’re just like your mother… You’re a bad lot.
I always knew you were a bad lot.., utterly depraved. and you’re not only an adulteress – you’re a murderess too. Oh yes, you are. I know what I know!’
‘And what do you know? Don’t be ridiculous, Aunt Mildred.’
‘I’m no aunt of yours, thank goodness. No blood relation to you. Why, you don’t even know who your mother was or where she came from! But you know well enough what my father was like and my mother. What sort of a child do you think they would adopt? A criminal’s child or prostitute’s probably! That’s the sort of people they were. They ought to have remembered that bad blood will tell. Though I daresay that it’s the
Italian in you that makes you turn to poison.’
‘How dare you say that?’
‘I shall say what I like. You can’t deny now, can you, that somebody tried to poison mother? And who’s the most likely person to do that? Who comes into an enormous fortune if mother dies? You do, Gina, and you may be sure that the police have not overlooked that fact.’ Still trembling, Mildred moved rapidly away.
‘Pathological,’ said Alex. ‘Definitely pathological.
Really most interesting. It makes one wonder about the late Canon Strete… religious scruples, perhaps?… Or would you say impotent?’
‘Don’t be disgusting, Alex. Oh I hate her, I hate her, I hate her.’
Gina clenched her hands and shook with fury.
‘Lucky you hadn’t got a knife in your stocking,’ said Alex. ‘If you had, dear Mrs Strete might have known something about murder from the point of view of the victim. Calm down, Gina. Don’t look so melodramatic and like Italian Opera.’
‘How dare she say I tried to poison Grandam?’ ‘Well, darling, somebody tried to poison her. And from the point of view of motive you’re well in the picture, aren’t you?’ ‘Alex!’ Gina stared at him, dismayed. ‘Do the police think so?’ ‘It’s extremely difficult to know what the police think.
… They keep their own counsel remarkably well.