AGATHA CHRISTIE. By the Pricking of My Thumbs

‘Oh,’ said Tuppence softly, ‘I see.’

‘So there’s nothing to come here for. In fact I hardly ever do.

Anything that needs to be done here Nellie Bligh does for me.’ He smiled over at her. ‘She’s been the most wonderful secretary. She still attends to my business affairs or anything of that kind.’

‘You never come here and yet you don’t want to sell it?’ said Tuppence.

‘There’s a very good reason why not,’ said Philip Starke.

A faint smile passed over the austere features.

‘Perhaps after all I do inherit some of my father’s business sense. The land, you know, is improving enormously in value.

It’s a better investment than money would be, if I sold it.

Appreciates every day. Some day, who knows, we’ll have a grand new dormitory town built on that land.’

‘Then you’ll be rich?’

‘Then I’ll be an even richer man than I am at present,’ said

Sir Philip. ‘And I’m quite rich enough.’

‘What do you do most of the time?’

‘I travel, and I have interests in London. I have a picture 2OO gallery there. I’m by way of being an art dealer. All those things are interesting. They occupy one’s time – till the moment when the hand is laid on your shoulder which says “Depart”.’ ‘Don’t,’ said Tuppence. ‘That sounds – it gives me the shivers.’ ‘It needn’t give you the shivers. I think you’re going to have a long life, Mrs Beresford, and a very happy one.’ ‘WeLl, I’m very happy at present,’ said Tuppence. ‘I suppose I shall get all the aches and pains and troubles that old people do get. Deaf and blind and arthritis and a few other things.’ ‘You probably won’t mind them as much as you think you will iF i may say so, without being rude, you and your husband seem to have a very happy life together.’ ‘Oh, we have,’ said Tuppence. ‘I suppose really,’ she said, ‘there’s nothing in life like being happily married, is there?’ A moment later she wished she had not uttered these words.

//eeen she looked at the man opposite her, who she felt had ved for so many years and indeed might still be grieving for the loss of a very much loved wife, she felt even more angry with berseff.

CHAPTER 16 The Morning After

It was the morning after the party.

Ivor Smith and Tommy paused in their conversation and looked at each other, then they looked at Tuppence. Tuppence was staring into the grate. Her mind looked far away.

‘Where have we got to?’ said Tommy.

With a sigh Tuppence came back from where her thoughts had been wandering, and looked at the two men.

‘It seems all tied up still to me,’ she said. ‘The party last night? What was it for? What did it all mean?’ She looked at Ivor Smith. ‘I suppose it meant something to you two. You know where we are?’ ‘I wouldn’t go as far as that,’ said Ivor. ‘We’re not all after the same thing, are we?’ ‘Not quite,’ said Tuppence.

The men both looked at her inquiringly.

‘All right,’ said Tuppence. ‘I’m a woman with an obsession. I want to find Mrs Lancaster. I want to be sure that she’s all right.’ ‘You want to find Mrs Johnson first,’ said Tommy. ‘You’ll never £md Mrs Lancaster till you £md Mrs Johnson.’ ‘Mrs Johnson,’ said Tuppence. ‘Yes, I wonder – But I suppose none of that part of it interests you,’ she said to Ivor Smith.

‘Oh it does, Mrs Tommy, it does very much.’ ‘What about Mr Eccles?’ Ivor smiled. ‘I think,’ he said, ‘that retribution might be overtaking Mr Eccles shortly. Still, I wouldn’t bank on it. He’s a man who covers his tracks with incredible ingenuity. So much so, that one imagines that there aren’t really any tracks at all.’ He added thoughtfully under his breath, ‘A great administrator.

A great planner.’ ‘Last night -‘ began Tuppence, and hesitated – ‘Can I ask questions?’ ‘You can ask them,’ Tommy told her. ‘But don’t bank on getting any satisfactory answers from old Ivor here.’ ‘Sir Philip Starke,’ said Tuppence – ‘Where does he come in? He doesn’t seem to fit as a likely criminal – unless he was the kind that ‘ She stopped, hastily biting off a reference to Mrs Copleigh’s wilder suppositions as to child murderers ‘Sir Philip Starke comes in as a very valuable source of information,’ said Ivor Smith. ‘He’s the biggest landovaaer in these parts – and in other parts of England as well.’ ‘In Cumberland?’ Ivor Smith looked at Tuppence sharply. ‘Cumberland?

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