J ACKSON ON C OSMETICS
“Y ou’re sure you don’t mind, Miss Marple?” said Evelyn Hillingdon.
“No, indeed, my dear,” said Miss Marple. “I’m only too delighted to be of use in any way. At my age, you know,one feels very useless in the world. Especially when I am in a place like this, just enjoying myself. No duties of anykind. No, I’ll be delighted to sit with Molly. You go along on your expedition. Pelican1 Point, wasn’t it?”
“Yes,” said Evelyn. “Both Edward and I love it. I never get tired of seeing the birds diving down, catching2 up thefish. Tim’s with Molly now. But he’s got things to do and he doesn’t seem to like her being left alone.”
“He’s quite right,” said Miss Marple. “I wouldn’t in his place. One never knows, does one? When anyone hasattempted anything of that kind—Well, go along, my dear.”
Evelyn went off to join a little group that was waiting for her. Her husband, the Dysons and three or four otherpeople. Miss Marple checked her knitting requirements, saw that she had all she wanted with her, and walked overtowards the Kendals’ bungalow3.
As she came up on to the loggia she heard Tim’s voice through the half-open french window.
“If you’d only tell me why you did it, Molly. What made you? Was it anything I did? There must be some reason.
If you’d only tell me.”
Miss Marple paused. There was a little pause inside before Molly spoke4. Her voice was flat and tired.
“I don’t know, Tim, I really don’t know. I suppose—something came over me.”
Miss Marple tapped on the window and walked in.
“Oh, there you are, Miss Marple. It is very good of you.”
“Not at all,” said Miss Marple. “I’m delighted to be of any help. Shall I sit here in this chair? You’re looking muchbetter, Molly. I’m so glad.”
“I’m all right,” said Molly. “Quite all right. Just—oh, just sleepy.”
“I shan’t talk,” said Miss Marple. “You just lie quiet and rest. I’ll get on with my knitting.”
Tim Kendal threw her a grateful glance and went out. Miss Marple established herself in her chair.
Molly was lying on her left side. She had a half-stupefied, exhausted5 look. She said in a voice that was almost awhisper:
“It’s very kind of you, Miss Marple. I—I think I’ll go to sleep.”
She half turned away on her pillows and closed her eyes. Her breathing grew more regular though it was still farfrom normal. Long experience of nursing made Miss Marple almost automatically straighten the sheet and tuck itunder the mattress6 on her side of the bed. As she did so her hand encountered something hard and rectangular underthe mattress. Rather surprised she took hold of this and pulled it out. It was a book. Miss Marple threw a quick glanceat the girl in the bed, but she lay there utterly7 quiescent8. She was evidently asleep. Miss Marple opened the book. Itwas, she saw, a current work on nervous diseases. It came open naturally at a certain place which gave a description ofthe onset9 of persecution10 mania11 and various other manifestations12 of schizophrenia and allied13 complaints.
It was not a highly technical book, but one that could be easily understood by a layman14. Miss Marple’s face grewvery grave as she read. After a minute or two she closed the book and stayed thinking. Then she bent15 forward and withcare replaced the book where she had found it, under the mattress.
She shook her head in some perplexity. Noiselessly she rose from her chair. She walked the few steps towards thewindow, then turned her head sharply over her shoulder. Molly’s eyes were open but even as Miss Marple turned theeyes shut again. For a minute or two Miss Marple was not quite certain whether she might not have imagined thatquick, sharp glance. Was Molly then only pretending to be asleep? That might be natural enough. She might feel thatMiss Marple would start talking to her if she showed herself awake. Yes, that could be all it was.
Was she reading into that glance of Molly’s a kind of slyness that was somehow innately16 disagreeable? Onedoesn’t know, Miss Marple thought to herself, one really doesn’t know.
She decided17 that she would try to manage a little talk with Dr. Graham as soon as it could be managed. She cameback to her chair by the bed. She decided after about five minutes or so that Molly was really asleep. No one couldhave lain so still, could have breathed so evenly. Miss Marple got up again. She was wearing her plimsolls today. Notperhaps very elegant, but admirably suited to this climate and comfortable and roomy for the feet.
She moved gently round the bedroom, pausing at both of the windows, which gave out in two different directions.
The hotel grounds seemed quiet and deserted18. Miss Marple came back and was standing19 a little uncertainly beforeregaining her seat, when she thought she heard a faint sound outside. Like the scrape of a shoe on the loggia? Shehesitated a moment then she went to the window, pushed it a little farther open, stepped out and turned her head backinto the room as she spoke.
“I shall be gone only a very short time, dear,” she said, “just back to my bungalow, to see where I could possiblyhave put that pattern. I was so sure I had brought it with me. You’ll be quite all right till I come back, won’t you?”
Then turning her head back, she nodded to herself. “Asleep, poor child. A good thing.”
She went quietly along the loggia, down the steps and turned sharp right to the path there. Passing along betweenthe screen of some hibiscus bushes an observer might have been curious to see that Miss Marple veered20 sharply on tothe flower bed, passed round to the back of the bungalow and entered it again through the second door there. This leddirectly into a small room that Tim sometimes used as an unofficial office and from that into the sitting room.
Here there were wide curtains semi-drawn to keep the room cool. Miss Marple slipped behind one of them. Thenshe waited. From the window here she had a good view of anyone who approached Molly’s bedroom. It was some fewminutes, four or five, before she saw anything.
The neat figure of Jackson in his white uniform went up the steps of the loggia. He paused for a minute at thebalcony there, and then appeared to be giving a tiny discreet21 tap on the door of the window that was ajar. There was noresponse that Miss Marple could hear. Jackson looked around him, a quick furtive22 glance, then he slipped inside theopen doors. Miss Marple moved to the door which led into the adjoining bathroom. Miss Marple’s eyebrows23 rose inslight surprise. She reflected a minute or two, then walked out into the passageway and into the bathroom by the otherdoor.
Jackson spun24 round from examining the shelf over the washbasin. He looked taken aback, which was notsurprising.
“Oh,” he said, “I—I didn’t….”
“Mr. Jackson,” said Miss Marple, in great surprise.
“I thought you’d be here somewhere,” said Jackson.
“Did you want anything?” inquired Miss Marple.
“Actually,” said Jackson, “I was just looking at Mrs. Kendal’s brand of face cream.”
Miss Marple appreciated the fact that as Jackson was standing with a jar of face cream in his hand he had beenadroit in mentioning the fact at once.
“Nice smell,” he said, wrinkling up his nose. “Fairly good stuff, as these preparations go. The cheaper brands don’tsuit every skin. Bring it out in a rash as likely as not. The same thing with face powders sometimes.”
“You seem to be very knowledgeable25 on the subject,” said Miss Marple.
“Worked in the pharmaceutical26 line for a bit,” said Jackson. “One learns to know a good deal about cosmeticsthere. Put stuff in a fancy jar, package it expensively, and it’s astonishing what you could rook women for.”
“Is that what you—?” Miss Marple broke off deliberately27.
“Well no, I didn’t come in here to talk about cosmetics,” Jackson agreed.
“You’ve not had much time to think up a lie,” thought Miss Marple to herself. “Let’s see what you’ll come outwith.”
“Matter of fact,” said Jackson, “Mrs. Walters lent her lipstick28 to Mrs. Kendal the other day. I came in to get it backfor her. I tapped on the window and then I saw Mrs. Kendal was fast asleep, so I thought it would be quite all right if Ijust walked across into the bathroom and looked for it.”
“I see,” said Miss Marple. “And did you find it?”
Jackson shook his head. “Probably in one of her handbags,” he said lightly. “I won’t bother. Mrs. Walters didn’tmake a point of it. She only just mentioned it casually29.” He went on, surveying the toilet preparations: “Doesn’t havevery much, does she? Ah well, doesn’t need it at her age. Good natural skin.”
“You must look at women with quite a different eye from ordinary men,” said Miss Marple, smiling pleasantly.
“Yes. I suppose various jobs do alter one’s angle.”
“You know a good deal about drugs?”
“Oh yes. Good working acquaintance with them. If you ask me, there are too many of them about nowadays. Toomany tranquillizers and pep pills and miracle drugs and all the rest of it. All right if they’re given on prescription30, butthere are too many of them you can get without prescription. Some of them can be dangerous.”
“I suppose so,” said Miss Marple. “Yes, I suppose so.”
“They have a great effect, you know, on behaviour. A lot of this teenage hysteria you get from time to time. It’s notnatural causes. The kids’ve been taking things. Oh, there’s nothing new about it. It’s been known for ages. Out in theEast—not that I’ve ever been there—all sorts of funny things used to happen. You’d be surprised at some of the thingswomen gave their husbands. In India, for example, in the bad old days, a young wife who married an old husband.
Didn’t want to get rid of him, I suppose, because she’d have been burnt on the funeral pyre, or if she wasn’t burntshe’d have been treated as an outcast by the family. No catch to have been a widow in India in those days. But shecould keep an elderly husband under drugs, make him semi-imbecile, give him hallucinations, drive him more or lessoff his head.” He shook his head. “Yes, lot of dirty work.”
He went on: “And witches, you know. There’s a lot of interesting things known now about witches. Why did theyalways confess, why did they admit so readily that they were witches, that they had flown on broomsticks to theWitches’ Sabbath?”
“Torture,” said Miss Marple.
“Not always,” said Jackson. “Oh yes, torture accounted for a lot of it, but they came out with some of thoseconfessions almost before torture was mentioned. They didn’t so much confess as boast about it. Well, they rubbedthemselves with ointment31, you know. Anointing they used to call it. Some of the preparations, belladonna, atropine, allthat sort of thing; if you rub them on the skin they give you hallucinations of levitation32, of flying through the air. Theythought it all was genuine, poor devils. And look at the Assassins—medieval people, out in Syria, the Lebanon,somewhere like that. They fed them Indian hemp33, gave them hallucinations of Paradise and houris, and endless time.
They were told that that was what would happen to them after death, but to attain34 it they had to go and do a ritualkilling. Oh, I’m not putting it in fancy language, but that’s what it came to.”
“What it came to,” said Miss Marple, “is in essence the fact that people are highly credulous35.”
“Well yes, I suppose you could put it like that.”
“They believe what they are told,” said Miss Marple. “Yes indeed, we’re all inclined to do that,” she added. Thenshe said sharply, “Who told you these stories about India, about the doping of husbands with datura,” and she addedsharply, before he could answer, “Was it Major Palgrave?”
Jackson looked slightly surprised. “Well—yes, as a matter of fact, it was. He told me a lot of stories like that. Ofcourse most of it must have been before his time, but he seemed to know all about it.”
“Major Palgrave was under the impression that he knew a lot about everything,” said Miss Marple. “He was ofteninaccurate in what he told people.” She shook her head thoughtfully. “Major Palgrave,” she said, “has a lot to answerfor.”
There was a slight sound from the adjoining bedroom. Miss Marple turned her head sharply. She went quickly outof the bathroom into the bedroom. Lucky Dyson was standing just inside the window.
“I—oh! I didn’t think you were here, Miss Marple.”
“I just stepped into the bathroom for a moment,” said Miss Marple, with dignity and a faint air of Victorian reserve.
In the bathroom, Jackson grinned broadly. Victorian modesty36 always amused him.
“I just wondered if you’d like me to sit with Molly for a bit,” said Lucky. She looked over towards the bed. “She’sasleep, isn’t she?”
“I think so,” said Miss Marple. “But it’s really quite all right. You go and amuse yourself, my dear. I thought you’dgone on that expedition?”
“I was going,” said Lucky, “but I had such a filthy37 headache that at the last moment I cried off. So I thought I mightas well make myself useful.”
“That was very nice of you,” said Miss Marple. She reseated herself by the bed and resumed her knitting, “but I’mquite happy here.”
Lucky hesitated for a moment or two and then turned away and went out. Miss Marple waited a moment thentiptoed back into the bathroom, but Jackson had departed, no doubt through the other door. Miss Marple picked up thejar of face cream he had been holding, and slipped it into her pocket.
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