“Funerals are rather sad, aren’t they?” said Tuppence.
They had just returned from attending Aunt Ada’s funeral, which hadentailed a long and troublesome railway journey since the burial hadtaken place at the country village in Lincolnshire where most of AuntAda’s family and forebears had been buried.
“What do you expect a funeral to be?” said Tommy reasonably. “A sceneof mad gaiety?”
“Well, it could be in some places,” said Tuppence. “I mean the Irish en-joy a wake, don’t they? They have a lot of keening and wailing1 first andthen plenty of drink and a sort of mad whoopee. Drink?” she added, with alook towards the sideboard.
Tommy went over to it and duly brought back what he considered ap-propriate. In this case a White Lady.
“Ah, that’s more like it,” said Tuppence.
She took off her black hat and threw it across the room and slipped offher long black coat.
“I hate mourning,” she said. “It always smells of moth2 balls because it’sbeen laid up somewhere.”
“You don’t need to go on wearing mourning. It’s only to go to the funeralin,” said Tommy.
“Oh no, I know that. In a minute or two I’m going to go up and put on ascarlet jersey3 just to cheer things up. You can make me another WhiteLady.”
“Really, Tuppence, I had no idea that funerals would bring out this partyfeeling.”
“I said funerals were sad,” said Tuppence when she reappeared a mo-ment or two later, wearing a brilliant cherry-red dress with a ruby4 anddiamond lizard5 pinned to the shoulder of it, “because it’s funerals likeAunt Ada’s that are sad. I mean elderly people and not many flowers. Nota lot of people sobbing6 and sniffing7 round. Someone old and lonely whowon’t be missed much.”
“I should have thought it would be much easier for you to stand thatthan it would if it were my funeral, for instance.”
“That’s where you’re entirely8 wrong,” said Tuppence. “I don’t particu-larly want to think of your funeral because I’d much prefer to die beforeyou do. But I mean, if I were going to your funeral, at any rate it would bean orgy of grief. I should take a lot of handkerchiefs.”
“With black borders?”
“Well, I hadn’t thought of black borders but it’s a nice idea. And besides,the Burial service is rather lovely. Makes you feel uplifted. Real grief isreal. It makes you feel awful but it does something to you. I mean, it worksit out like perspiration9.”
“Really, Tuppence, I find your remarks about my decease and the effectit will have upon you in exceedingly bad taste. I don’t like it. Let’s forgetabout funerals.”
“I agree. Let’s forget.”
“The poor old bean’s gone,” said Tommy, “and she went peacefully andwithout suffering. So, let’s leave it at that. I’d better clear up all these, Isuppose.”
He went over to the writing table and ruffled10 through some papers.
“Now where did I put Mr. Rockbury’s letter?”
“Who’s Mr. Rockbury? Oh, you mean the lawyer who wrote to you.”
“Yes. About winding11 up her affairs. I seem to be the only one of the fam-ily left by now.”
“Pity she hadn’t got a fortune to leave you,” said Tuppence.
“If she had had a fortune she’d have left it to that Cats’ Home,” saidTommy. “The legacy12 that she’s left to them in her will will pretty well eatup all the spare cash. There won’t be much left to come to me. Not that Ineed it or want it anyway.”
“Was she so fond of cats?”
“I don’t know. I suppose so. I never heard her mention them. I believe,”
said Tommy thoughtfully, “she used to get rather a lot of fun out of sayingto old friends of hers when they came to see her ‘I’ve left you a little some-thing in my will, dear’ or ‘This brooch that you’re so fond of I’ve left you inmy will.’ She didn’t actually leave anything to anyone except the Cats’
Home.”
“I bet she got rather a kick out of that,” said Tuppence. “I can just see hersaying all the things you told me to a lot of her old friends—or so-calledold friends because I don’t suppose they were people she really liked atall. She just enjoyed leading them up the garden path. I must say she wasan old devil, wasn’t she, Tommy? Only, in a funny sort of way one likesher for being an old devil. It’s something to be able to get some fun out oflife when you’re old and stuck away in a Home. Shall we have to go toSunny Ridge13?”
“Where’s the other letter, the one from Miss Packard? Oh yes, here it is. Iput it with Rockbury’s. Yes, she says there are certain things there, Igather, which apparently14 are now my property. She took some furniturewith her, you know, when she went to live there. And of course there areher personal effects. Clothes and things like that. I suppose somebody willhave to go through them. And letters and things. I’m her executor, so Isuppose it’s up to me. I don’t suppose there’s anything we want really, isthere? Except there’s a small desk there that I always liked. Belonged toold Uncle William, I believe.”
“Well, you might take that as a memento,” said Tuppence. “Otherwise, Isuppose, we just send the things to be auctioned16.”
“So you don’t really need to go there at all,” said Tommy.
“Oh, I think I’d like to go there,” said Tuppence.
“You’d like to? Why? Won’t it be rather a bore to you?”
“What, looking through her things? No, I don’t think so. I think I’ve got acertain amount of curiosity. Old letters and antique jewellery are alwaysinteresting and I think one ought to look at them oneself, not just sendthem to auction15 or let strangers go through them. No, we’ll go and lookthrough the things and see if there’s anything we would like to keep andotherwise settle up.”
“Why do you really want to go? You’ve got some other reason, haven’tyou?”
“Oh dear,” said Tuppence, “it is awful being married to someone whoknows too much about one.”
“So you have got another reason?”
“Not a real one.”
“Come on, Tuppence. You’re not really so fond of turning over people’sbelongings.”
“That, I think, is my duty,” said Tuppence firmly. “No, the only otherreason is—”
“Come on. Cough it up.”
“I’d rather like to see that—that other old pussy17 again.”
“What, the one who thought there was a dead child behind the fire-place?”
“Yes,” said Tuppence. “I’d like to talk to her again. I’d like to know whatwas in her mind when she said all those things. Was it something she re-membered or was it something that she’d just imagined? The more I thinkabout it the more extraordinary it seems. Is it a sort of story that she wroteto herself in her mind or is there—was there once something real thathappened about a fireplace or about a dead child. What made her thinkthat the dead child might have been my dead child? Do I look as though Ihad a dead child?”
“I don’t know how you expect anyone to look who has a dead child,”
said Tommy. “I shouldn’t have thought so. Anyway, Tuppence, it is ourduty to go and you can enjoy yourself in your macabre18 way on the side. Sothat’s settled. We’ll write to Miss Packard and fix a day.”

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