But we had no children. It was a sorrow to both of us. She began to have obsessions of guilt – Perhaps she had always been slightly unbalanced – I don’t know – What do causes matter? – She was ‘ He made a despairing gesture.
‘I loved her – I always loved her – no matter what she was what she did – I wanted her safe – to keep her safe – not shut up – a prisoner for life, eating her heart out. And we did keep her safe – for many many years.’ ‘We?’ ‘Nellie – my dear faithful Nellie Bligh. My dear Nellie Bligh.
She was wonderful – planned and arranged it all. The Homes for the Elderly – every comfort and luxury. And no temptations – no children – keep children out of her way – It seemed to work – these homes were in faraway places – Cumberland – North Wales – no one was likely to recognize her – or so we thought.
It was on Mr Eccles’s advice – a very shrewd lawyer – his charges were high – but I relied on him.’ ‘Blackmail?’ suggested Tuppence.
‘I never thought of it like that. He was a friend, and an adviser ‘ ‘Who painted the boat in the picture – the boat called Waterlily?’ ‘I did. It pleased her. She remembered her triumph on the stage. It was one of Boscowan’s pictures. She liked his pictures.
Then, one day, she wrote a name in black pigment on the bridge – the name of a dead child – So I painted a boat to hide it and labelled the boat Waterlily ‘ The door in the wall swung open – The friendly witch came through it.
She looked at Tuppence and from Tuppence to Philip Starke.
‘All right again?’ she said in a matter-of-fact way.
‘Yes,’ said Tuppence. The nice thing about the friendly witch, she saw, was that there wasn’t going to be any fuss.
‘Your husband’s down below, waiting in the car. I said I’d bring you down to him – if that’s the way you want it?’ ‘That’s the way I want it,’ said Tuppence.
‘I thought you would.’ She looked towards the door into the bedroom. ‘Is she – in there?’ ‘Yes,’ said Philip Starke.
Mrs Perry went to the bedroom. She came out again ‘I see -‘ She looked at him inquiringly.
‘She offered Mrs Beresford a glass of milk – Mm Beresford didn’t want it.’ ‘And so, I suppose, she drank it herself?’ He hesitated.
‘Yes.’ ‘Dr Mortimer will be along later,’ said Mrs Perry.
She came to help Tuppence to her feet, but Tuppence rose unaided.
‘I’m not hurt,’ she said. ‘It was just shock – I’m quite all right now.’ She stood facing Philip Starke – neither of them seemed to have anything to say. Mrs Perry stood by the door in the wall.
Tuppence spoke at last.
‘There is nothing I can do, is there?’ she said, but it was hardly a question.
‘Only one thing – It was Nellie Bligh who struck you down in the churchyard that day.’ Tuppence nodded.
‘I’ve realized it must have been.’ ‘ She lost her head. She thought you were on the track of her, of our, secret. She – I’m bitterly remorseful for the terrible strain I’ve subjected her to all these long years. It’s been more than any woman ought to be asked to bear ‘ ‘She loved you very much, I suppose,’ said Tuppence. ‘But I don’t think we’ll go on looking for any Mrs Johnson, if that is what you want to ask us not to do.’ ‘Thank you – I’m very grateful.’
There was another silence. Mrs Perry waited paritly.
Tuppence looked round her. She went to the broken window and looked at the peaceful canal down below.
‘I don’t suppose I shall ever see this house again. I’m looking at it very hard, so that I shall be able to remember it.’ ‘Do you want to remember it?’ ‘Yes, I do. Someone said to me that it was a house that had been put to the wrong use. I know what they meant now.’ He looked at her questioningly, but did not speak.