N IGHT A LARM
IE vening came—The lights came up on the terrace—People dined and talked and laughed, albeit1 less loudly andmerrily than they had a day or two ago—The steel band played.
But the dancing ended early. People yawned—went off to bed—The lights went out—There was darkness andstillness—The Golden Palm Tree slept….
“Evelyn. Evelyn!” The whisper came sharp and urgent.
Evelyn Hillingdon stirred and turned on her pillow.
“Evelyn. Please wake up.”
Evelyn Hillingdon sat up abruptly2. Tim Kendal was standing3 in the doorway4. She stared at him in surprise.
“Evelyn, please, could you come? It’s—Molly. She’s ill. I don’t know what’s the matter with her. I think she musthave taken something.”
Evelyn was quick, decisive.
“All right, Tim. I’ll come. You go back to her. I’ll be with you in a moment.”
Tim Kendal disappeared. Evelyn slipped out of bed, threw on a dressing5 gown and looked across at the other bed.
Her husband, it seemed, had not been awakened6. He lay there, his head turned away, breathing quietly. Evelynhesitated for a moment, then decided7 not to disturb him. She went out of the door and walked rapidly to the mainbuilding and beyond it to the Kendals’ bungalow8. She caught up with Tim in the doorway.
Molly lay in bed. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was clearly not natural. Evelyn bent9 over her, rolled upan eyelid10, felt her pulse and then looked at the bedside table. There was a glass there which had been used. Beside itwas an empty phial of tablets. She picked it up.
“They were her sleeping pills,” said Tim, “but that bottle was half full yesterday or the day before. I think she musthave taken the lot.”
“Go and get Dr. Graham,” said Evelyn, “and on the way knock them up and tell them to make strong coffee. Strongas possible. Hurry.”
Tim dashed off. Just outside the doorway he collided with Edward Hillingdon.
“Oh, sorry, Edward.”
“What’s happening here?” demanded Hillingdon. “What’s going on?”
“It’s Molly. Evelyn’s with her. I must get hold of the doctor. I suppose I ought to have gone to him first but I—Iwasn’t sure and I thought Evelyn would know. Molly would have hated it if I’d fetched a doctor when it wasn’tnecessary.”
He went off, running. Edward Hillingdon looked after him for a moment and then he walked into the bedroom.
“What’s happening?” he said. “Is it serious?”
“Oh, there you are, Edward. I wondered if you’d woken up. This silly child has been taking things.”
“Is it bad?”
“One can’t tell without knowing how much she’s taken. I shouldn’t think it was too bad if we get going in time.
I’ve sent for coffee. If we can get some of that down her—”
“But why should she do such a thing? You don’t think—” He stopped.
“What don’t I think?” said Evelyn.
“You don’t think it’s because of the inquiry—the police—all that?”
“It’s possible, of course. That sort of thing could be very alarming to a nervous type.”
“Molly never used to seem a nervous type.”
“One can’t really tell,” said Evelyn. “It’s the most unlikely people sometimes who lose their nerve.”
“Yes, I remember….” Again he stopped.
“The truth is,” said Evelyn, “that one doesn’t really know anything about anybody.” She added, “Not even thepeople who are nearest to you….”
“Isn’t that going a little too far, Evelyn—exaggerating too much?”
“I don’t think it is. When you think of people, it is in the image you have made of them for yourself.”
“I know you,” said Edward Hillingdon quietly.
“You think you do.”
“No. I’m sure.” He added, “And you’re sure of me.”
Evelyn looked at him then turned back to the bed. She took Molly by the shoulders and shook her.
“We ought to be doing something, but I suppose it’s better to wait until Dr. Graham comes—Oh, I think I hearthem.”
II
“She’ll do now.” Dr. Graham stepped back, wiped his forehead with a handkerchief and breathed a sigh of relief.
“You think she’ll be all right, sir?” Tim demanded anxiously.
“Yes, yes. We got to her in good time. Anyway, she probably didn’t take enough to kill her. A couple of days andshe’ll be as right as rain but she’ll have a rather nasty day or two first.” He picked up the empty bottle. “Who gave herthese things anyway?”
“A doctor in New York. She wasn’t sleeping well.”
“Well, well. I know all we medicos hand these things out freely nowadays. Nobody tells young women who can’tsleep to count sheep, or get up and eat a biscuit, or write a couple of letters and then go back to bed. Instant remedies,that’s what people demand nowadays. Sometimes I think it’s a pity we give them to them. You’ve got to learn to putup with things in life. All very well to stuff a comforter into a baby’s mouth to stop it crying. Can’t go on doing that alla person’s life.” He gave a small chuckle11. “I bet you, if you asked Miss Marple what she does if she can’t sleep, she’dtell you she counted sheep going under a gate.” He turned back to the bed where Molly was stirring. Her eyes wereopen now. She looked at them without interest or recognition. Dr. Graham took her hand.
“Well, well, my dear, and what have you been doing to yourself?”
She blinked but did not reply.
“Why did you do it, Molly, why? Tell me why?” Tim took her other hand.
Still her eyes did not move. If they rested on anyone it was on Evelyn Hillingdon. There might have been even afaint question in them but it was hard to tell. Evelyn spoke12 as though there had been the question.
“Tim came and fetched me,” she said.
Her eyes went to Tim, then shifted to Dr. Graham.
“You’re going to be all right now,” said Dr. Graham, “but don’t do it again.”
“She didn’t mean to do it,” said Tim quietly. “I’m sure she didn’t mean to do it. She just wanted a good night’srest. Perhaps the pills didn’t work at first and so she took more of them. Is that it, Molly?”
Her head moved very faintly in a negative motion.
“You mean—you took them on purpose?” said Tim.
Molly spoke then. “Yes,” she said.
“But why, Molly, why?”
The eyelids13 faltered14. “Afraid.” The word was just heard.
“Afraid? Of what?”
But her eyelids closed down.
“Better let her be,” said Dr. Graham. Tim spoke impetuously.
“Afraid of what? The police? Because they’ve been hounding you, asking you questions? I don’t wonder. Anyonemight feel frightened. But it’s just their way, that’s all. Nobody thinks for one moment—” he broke off.
Dr. Graham made him a decisive gesture.
“I want to go to sleep,” said Molly.
“The best thing for you,” said Dr. Graham.
He moved to the door and the others followed him.
“She’ll sleep all right,” said Graham.
“Is there anything I ought to do?” asked Tim. He had the usual, slightly apprehensive15 attitude of a man in illness.
“I’ll stay if you like,” said Evelyn kindly16.
“Oh no. No, that’s quite all right,” said Tim.
Evelyn went back towards the bed. “Shall I stay with you, Molly?”
Molly’s eyes opened again. She said, “No,” and then after a pause, “just Tim.”
Tim came back and sat down by the bed.
“I’m here, Molly,” he said and took her hand. “Just go to sleep. I won’t leave you.”
She sighed faintly and her eyes closed.
The doctor paused outside the bungalow and the Hillingdons stood with him.
“You’re sure there’s nothing more I can do?” asked Evelyn.
“I don’t think so, thank you, Mrs. Hillingdon. She’ll be better with her husband now. But possibly tomorrow—afterall, he’s got this hotel to run—I think someone should be with her.”
“D’you think she might—try again?” asked Hillingdon.
Graham rubbed his forehead irritably17.
“One never knows in these cases. Actually, it’s most unlikely. As you’ve seen for yourselves, the restorativetreatment is extremely unpleasant. But of course one can never be absolutely certain. She may have more of this stuffhidden away somewhere.”
“I should never have thought of suicide in connection with a girl like Molly,” said Hillingdon.
Graham said dryly, “It’s not the people who are always talking of killing18 themselves, threatening to do so, who doit. They dramatize themselves that way and let off steam.”
“Molly always seemed such a happy girl. I think perhaps”—Evelyn hesitated—“I ought to tell you, Dr. Graham.”
She told him then about her interview with Molly on the beach the night that Victoria had been killed. Graham’s facewas very grave when she had finished.
“I’m glad you’ve told me, Mrs. Hillingdon. There are very definite indications there of some kind of deep-rootedtrouble. Yes. I’ll have a word with her husband in the morning.”
III
“I want to talk to you seriously, Kendal, about your wife.”
They were sitting in Tim’s office. Evelyn Hillingdon had taken his place by Molly’s bedside and Lucky hadpromised to come and, as she expressed it, “spell her” later. Miss Marple had also offered her services. Poor Tim wastorn between his hotel commitments and his wife’s condition.
“I can’t understand it,” said Tim, “I can’t understand Molly any longer. She’s changed. Changed out of allseeming.”
“I understand she’s been having bad dreams?”
“Yes. Yes, she complained about them a good deal.”
“For how long?”
“Oh, I don’t know. About—oh, I suppose a month—perhaps longer. She—we—thought they were just—well,nightmares, you know.”
“Yes, yes, I quite understand. But what’s a much more serious sign is the fact that she seems to have felt afraid ofsomeone. Did she complain about that to you?”
“Well, yes. She said once or twice that—oh, people were following her.”
“Ah! Spying on her?”
“Yes, she did use that term once. She said they were her enemies and they’d followed her here.”
“Did she have enemies, Mr. Kendal?—”
“No. Of course she didn’t.”
“No incident in England, anything you know about before you were married?”
“Oh no, nothing of that kind. She didn’t get on with her family very well, that was all. Her mother was rather aneccentric woman, difficult to live with perhaps, but….”
“Any signs of mental instability in her family?”
Tim opened his mouth impulsively19, then shut it again. He pushed a fountain pen about on the desk in front of him.
The doctor said:
“I must stress the fact that it would be better to tell me, Tim, if that is the case.”
“Well, yes, I believe so. Nothing serious, but I believe there was an aunt or something who was a bit batty. Butthat’s nothing. I mean—well you get that in almost any family.”
“Oh yes, yes, that’s quite true. I’m not trying to alarm you about that, but it just might show a tendency to—well, tobreak down or imagine things if any stress arose.”
“I don’t really know very much,” said Tim. “After all, people don’t pour out all their family histories to you, dothey?”
“No, no. Quite so. She had no former friend—she was not engaged to anyone, anyone who might have threatenedher or made jealous threats? That sort of thing?”
“I don’t know. I don’t think so. Molly was engaged to some other man before I came along. Her parents were veryagainst it, I understand, and I think she really stuck to the chap more out of opposition20 and defiance21 than anythingelse.” He gave a sudden half-grin. “You know what it is when you’re young. If people cut up a fuss it makes you muchkeener on whoever it is.”
Dr. Graham smiled too. “Ah yes, one often sees that. One should never take exception to one’s children’sobjectionable friends. Usually they grow out of them naturally. This man, whoever he was, didn’t make threats of anykind against Molly?”
“No, I’m sure he didn’t. She would have told me. She said herself she just had a silly adolescent craze on him,mainly because he had such a bad reputation.”
“Yes, yes. Well, that doesn’t sound serious. Now there’s another thing. Apparently22 your wife has had what shedescribes as blackouts. Brief passages of time during which she can’t account for her actions. Did you know aboutthat, Tim?”
“No,” said Tim slowly. “No. I didn’t. She never told me. I did notice, you know, now you mention it, that sheseemed rather vague sometimes and …” He paused, thinking. “Yes, that explains it. I couldn’t understand how sheseemed to have forgotten the simplest things, or sometimes not to seem to know what time of day it was. I just thoughtshe was absent-minded, I suppose.”
“What it amounts to, Tim, is just this. I advise you most strongly to take your wife to see a good specialist.”
Tim flushed angrily.
“You mean a mental specialist, I suppose?”
“Now, now, don’t be upset by labels. A neurologist, a psychologist, someone who specializes in what the laymancalls nervous breakdowns23. There’s a good man in Kingston. Or there’s New York of course. There is something that iscausing these nervous terrors of your wife’s. Something perhaps for which she hardly knows the reason herself. Getadvice about her, Tim. Get advice as soon as possible.”
He clapped his hand on the young man’s shoulder and got up.
“There’s no immediate24 worry. Your wife has good friends and we’ll all be keeping an eye on her.”
“She won’t—you don’t think she’ll try it again?”
“I think it most unlikely,” said Dr. Graham.
“You can’t be sure,” said Tim.
“One can never be sure,” said Dr. Graham, “that’s one of the first things you learn in my profession.” Again he laida hand on Tim’s shoulder. “Don’t worry too much.”
“That’s easy to say,” said Tim as the doctor went out of the door. “Don’t worry, indeed! What does he think I’mmade of?”
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