‘What is it?’ ‘Nothing. I’ve just remembered something.’ ‘What?’ ‘Well, these people, the Caymans – they came round and asked if the fellow had said anything before he died – and I told them he hadn’t.’ ‘Well?’ ‘And now I’ve just remembered that he did.’ ‘Not one of your brightest mornings, in fact.’ ‘Well, you see, it wasn’t the sort of thing they meant. That’s why, I suppose, I didn’t think of it.’ ‘What did he say?’ asked Frankie curiously.
‘He said: “Why didn’t they ask Evans?”‘ ‘What a funny thing to say. Nothing else?’ ‘No. He just opened his eyes and said that – quite suddenly – and then died, poor chap.’ ‘Oh, well,’ said Frankie, turning it over in her mind. ‘I don’t see that you need worry. It wasn’t important.’ ‘No, of course not. Still, I wish I’d just mentioned it. You see, I said he’d said nothing at all.’ ‘Well, it amounts to the same thing,’ said Franlde. ‘I mean, it isn’t like – “Tell Gladys I always loved her”, or “The will is in the walnut bureau”, or any of the proper romantic Last Words there are in books.’ ‘You don’t think it’s worth writing about it to them?’ ‘I shouldn’t bother. It couldn’t be important.’ ‘I expect you’re right,’ said Bobby and turned his attention with renewed vigour to the game.
But the matter did not really dismiss itself from his mind. It was a small point but it fretted him. He felt very faintly uncomfortable about it. Frankie’s point of view was, he felt sure, the right and sensible one. The thing was of no importance – let it go. But his conscience continued to reproach him faintly. He had said that the dead man had said nothing.
That wasn’t true. It was all very trivial and silly but he couldn’t feel quite comfortable about it.
Finally, that evening, on an impulse, he sat down and wrote to Mr Cayman.
Dear Mr Cayman, I have just remembered that your brotherin-law did actually say something before he died. I think the exact words were, ‘Why didn’t they ask Evans?’ I apologize/or not mentioning this this morning, but I attached no importance to the words at the time and so, I suppose, they slipped my memory.
Yours truly, Robert Jones.
On the next day but one he received a reply: Dear Mr Jones (wrote Mr CaymanJ, Your letter of 6th instant to hand. Many thanks for repeating my poor brother-in-law’s last words so punctiliously in spite of their trivial character. What my wife hoped was that her brother might have left her some last message. Still, thank you for being so conscientious.
Yours faithfully, Leo Cayman.
Bobby felt snubbed.
CHAPTER 6 End of a Picnic
On the following day Bobby received a letter of quite a different nature: It’s all fixed, old boy, (wrote Badger in an illiterate scrawl which reflected no credit on the expensive public school which had educated him). Actually got five cars yesterday for fifteen pounds the lot – an Austin, two Morrises and a couple of Rovers. At the moment they won’t actually go, but we can tinker them up sufficiently, I think. Dash it all, a car’s a car, after all. So long as it takes the purchaser home without breaking down, that’s all they can expect. I thought of opening up Monday week and am relying onyou, so don’t let me down, willyou, old boy? I must say old Aunt Carrie was a sport. I once broke the window of an old boy next door to her who ‘d been rude to her about her cats and she never got over it. Sent me a river every Christmas – and now this.
We ‘re bound to succeed. The thing’s a dead cert. I mean, a car’s a car after all. You can pick ’em up for nothing. Put a lick of paint on and that’s all the ordinary fool notices. The thing will go with a Bang. Now don’t forget. Monday week. I’m relying on you.
Yours ever, Badger.
Bobby informed his father that he would be going up to town on Monday week to take up a job. The description of the job did not rouse the Vicar to anything like enthusiasm. He had, it may be pointed out, come across Badger Beadon in the past. He merely treated Bobby to a long lecture on the advisability of not making himself liable for anything. Not an authority on financial or business matters, his advice was technically vague, but its meaning unmistakable.