“Good morning.”
The man’s accent struck her. She said to herself, with amusement:
“He’s Irish!”
Audrey had left the astonished but dispassionate gardener at the hedge, and was now emerging from the scanty3 and dishevelled plantation4 close to the boundary wall of the estate. She supposed that the police must have been on her track and on the track of Jane Foley, and that by some mysterious skill they had hunted her down. But she did not care. She was not in the least afraid. The sudden vision of a jail did not affright her. On the contrary her chief sensation was one of joyous5 self-confidence, which sensation had been produced in her by the remarks and the attitude of Musa. She had always known that she was both shy and adventurous6, and that the two qualities were mutually contradictory7; but now it appeared to her that diffidence had been destroyed, and that that change which she had ever longed for in her constitution had at least really come to pass.
“You don’t seem very surprised to see me,” said Audrey.
“Well, madam,” said the detective, “I’m not paid to be surprised—in my business.”
He had raised his hat. He was standing8 on the dyke9, and from that height he looked somewhat down upon Audrey leaning against the wall. The watercourse and the strip of eternally emerald-green grass separated them. Though neither tall nor particularly handsome, he was a personable man, with a ready smile and alert, agile10 movements. Audrey was too far off to judge of his eyes, but she was quite sure that they twinkled. The contrast between this smart, cheerful fellow and the half-drowned victim in the area of the house in Paget Gardens was quite acute.
“Now I’ve a good mind to hold a meeting for your benefit,” said Audrey, striving to recall the proper phrases of propaganda which she had heard in the proper quarters in London during her brief connection with the cause. However, she could not recall them, “But there’s no need to,” she added. “A gentleman of your intelligence must be of our way of thinking.”
“About what?”
“About the vote, of course. And so your conduct is all the more shocking.”
“Why!” he exclaimed, laughing. “If it comes to that, your own sex is against you.”
Audrey had heard this argument before, and it had the same effect on her as on most other stalwarts of the new political creed11. It annoyed her, because there was something in it.
“The vast majority of women are with us,” said she.
“My wife isn’t.”
“But your wife isn’t the vast majority of women,” Audrey protested.
“Oh yes, she is,” said the detective, “so far as I’m concerned. Every wife is, so far as her husband is concerned. Sure, you ought to know that!” In his Irish way he doubled the “r” of the word “sure,” and somehow this trick made Audrey like him still more. “My wife believes,” he concluded, “that woman’s sphere is the home.”
("His wife is stout,” Audrey decided12 within herself, on no grounds whatever. “If she wasn’t, she couldn’t be a vast majority.")
Aloud she said:
“Well, then, why can’t you leave them alone in their sphere, instead of worrying them and spying on them down areas?”
“D’ye mean at Paget Gardens?”
“Of course.”
“Oh!” he laughed. “That wasn’t professional—if you’ll excuse me being so frank. That was just due to human admiration13. It’s not illegal to admire a young woman, I suppose, even if she is a suffragette.”
“What young woman are you talking about?”
“Miss Susan Foley, of course. I won’t tell you what I think of her, in spite of all she did, because I’ve learnt that it’s a mistake to praise one woman to another. But I don’t mind admitting that her going off to the north has made me life a blank. If I’d thought she’d go, I should never have reported the affair at the Yard. But I was annoyed, and I’m rather hasty.” He paused, and ended reflectively: “I committed follies14 to get a word with the young lady, and I didn’t get it, but I’d do the same again.”
“And you a married man!” Audrey burst out, startled, and diverted, at the explanation, but at the same time outraged15 by a confession16 so cynical17.
The detective pulled a silky moustache.
“When a wife is very strongly convinced that her sphere is the home,” he retorted slowly and seriously, “you’re tempted18 at times to let her have the sphere all to herself. That’s the universal experience of married men, and ye may believe me, miss—madam.”
Audrey said:
“And now Miss Foley’s gone north, you’ve decided to come and admire me in my home!”
“So it is your home!” murmured the detective with an uncontrolled quickness which wakened Audrey’s old suspicions afresh—and which created a new suspicion, the suspicion that the fellow was simply playing with her. “I assure you I came here to recover; I’d heard it was the finest climate in England.”
“Recover?”
“Yes, from fire-extinguishers. D’ye know I coughed for twenty-four hours after that reception?... And you should have seen my clothes! The doctor says my lungs may never get over it.... That’s what comes of admiration.”
“It’s what comes of behaving as no married man ought to behave.”
“Did I say I was married?” asked the detective with an ingenuous19 air. “Well, I may be. But I dare say I’m only married just about as much as you are yourself, madam.”
Audrey flushed for the second time that morning, and more strikingly than before. She was extremely discontented with, and ashamed of, herself, for she had meant to be the equal of the detective, and she had not been. It was blazingly clear that he had indeed played with her—or, as she put it in her own mind: “He just stuffed me up all through.”
She tried to think logically. Had he been pursuing the motor-car all the way from Birmingham? Obviously he had not, since according to Aguilar he had been in the vicinity of Moze since the previous morning. Hence he did not know that Audrey was involved in the Blue City affair, and he did not know that Jane Foley was at Frinton. How he had learnt that Audrey belonged to Moze, and why and what he had come to investigate at Moze, she could not guess. Nor did these problems appear to her to have an importance at all equal to the importance of hiding from the detective that she had been staying at Frinton. If he followed her to Frinton he would inevitably21 discover that Jane Foley was at Frinton, and the sequel would be more imprisonment22 for Jane. Therefore Audrey must not return to Frinton. Having by a masterly process of ratiocination23 reached this conclusion, she began to think rather better of herself, and ceased blushing.
“Aguilar,” she demanded excitedly, having gone back through the plantation. “Did Miss Ingate happen to say where I was staying last night?”
“No, madam.”
“I must run into the house and write a note to her, and you must take it down instantly.” In her mind she framed the note, which was to condemn24 Miss Ingate to the torture of complete and everlasting25 silence about the episode at the Blue City and the flight eastwards26.
《Anna of the Five Towns》
《Anna of the Five Towns》
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