Just a visit – that’s what I thought.’
The frown became a scowl.
‘But it hasn’t turned out like that. We’re caught up in this crazy business. Why don’t we stay here – make our home here – that’s what they say? Plenty of jobs for me.
Jobs! I don’t want a job feeding candy to gangster kids and helping them play at kids’ games.., what’s the sense of it all? This place could be swell – really swell. Don’t people who’ve got money understand their luck? Don’t they understand that most of the world can’t have a swell place like this and that they’ve got one? Isn’t it plain crazy to kick your luck when you’ve got it? I don’t mind working if I’ve got to. But I’ll work the way I like and at what I like – and I’ll work to get somewhere. This place makes me feel I’m tangled up in a spider’s web. And Gina – I can’t make Gina out. She’s not the same girl I married over in the States. I can’t – dang it all – I can’t even talk to her now. Oh hell!’
Miss Marple said gently:
‘I quite see your point of view.’
Wally shot a swift glance at her.
‘You’re the only one I’ve shot my mouth offto so far.
Most of the time I shut up like a clam. Don’t know what it is about you – you’re English right enough, really English – but in the durndest way you remind me of my Aunt Betsy back home.’
‘Now that’s very nice.’
‘A lot of sense she had,’ Wally continued reflectively.
‘Looked as frail as though you could snap her in two, but actually she was tough – yes, sir, I’ll say she was tough.’ He got up.
‘Sorry talking to you this way,’ he apologized. For the first time, Miss Marple saw him smile. It was a very attractive smile, and Wally Hudd was suddenly transfig-ured from an awkward sulky boy into a handsome and appealing young man. ‘Had to get things off my chest, I suppose. But too bad picking on you.’
‘Not at all, my dear boy,’ said Miss Marple. ‘I have a nephew of my own – only, of course, a great deal older than you are.’
Her mind dwelt for a moment on the sophisticated modern writer Raymond West. A greater contrast to Walter Hudd could not have been imagined.
‘You’ve got other company coming,’ said Walter Hudd. ‘That dame doesn’t like me. So I’ll quit. So long, ma’am. Thanks for the talk.’
He strode away and Miss Marple watched Mildred Strete coming across the lawn to join her.
II ‘I see you’ve been victimized by that terrible young man,’ said Mrs Strete, rather breathlessly, as she sank down on the seat. ‘What a tragedy that is.’
‘A tragedy?’
‘Gina’s marriage. It all case about from sending her off to America. I told mother at the time it was most unwise. After all, this is quite a quiet district. We had hardly any raids here. I do so dislike the way many people gave way to panic about their families – and themselves, too, very often.’
‘It must have been difficult to decide what was right to do,’ said Miss Marple thoughtfully. ‘Where children were concerned, I mean. With the prospect of possible invasion, it might have meant their being brought up under a German rgime – as well as the danger of bombs.’
‘All nonsense,’ said Mrs Strete. ‘I never had the least doubt that we should win. But mother has always been quite unreasonable where Gina is concerned. The child was always spoilt and indulged in every way. There was absolutely no need to take her away from Italy in the first place.’
‘Her father raised no objection, I understand?’
‘Oh San Severiano! You know what Italians are.
Nothing matters to them but money. He married Pippa for her money, of course.’
‘Dear me. I always understood he was very devoted to her and was quite inconsolable at her death.’
‘He pretended to be, no doubt. Why mother ever countenanced her marrying a foreigner, I can’t imagine.
Just the usual American pleasure in a title, I suppose.’ Miss Marple said mildly: