THE MEN IN HER LIFE
IM iss Marple crossed Sea Parade and walked along Fore1 Street, turning up the hill by the Arcade2. The shops herewere the old-fashioned ones. A wool and art needlework shop, a confectioner, a Victorian-looking Ladies’ Outfitterand Draper and others of the same kind.
Miss Marple looked in at the window of the art needlework shop. Two young assistants were engaged withcustomers, but an elderly woman at the back of the shop was free.
Miss Marple pushed open the door and went in. She seated herself at the counter and the assistant, a pleasantwoman with grey hair, asked, “What can I do for you, madam?”
Miss Marple wanted some pale blue wool to knit a baby’s jacket. The proceedings3 were leisurely4 and unhurried.
Patterns were discussed, Miss Marple looked through various children’s knitting books and in the course of itdiscussed her great-nephews and nieces. Neither she nor the assistant displayed impatience5. The assistant had attendedto customers such as Miss Marple for many years. She preferred these gentle, gossipy, rambling6 old ladies to theimpatient, rather impolite young mothers who didn’t know what they wanted and had an eye for the cheap and showy.
“Yes,” said Miss Marple. “I think that will be very nice indeed. And I always find Storkleg so reliable. It reallydoesn’t shrink. I think I’ll take an extra two ounces.”
The assistant remarked that the wind was very cold today, as she wrapped up the parcel.
“Yes, indeed, I noticed it as I was coming along the front. Dillmouth has changed a good deal. I have not been herefor, let me see, nearly nineteen years.”
“Indeed, madam? Then you will find a lot of changes. The Superb wasn’t built then, I suppose, nor the SouthviewHotel?”
“Oh no, it was quite a small place. I was staying with friends … A house called St. Catherine’s—perhaps you knowit? On the Leahampton road.”
But the assistant had only been in Dillmouth a matter of ten years.
Miss Marple thanked her, took the parcel, and went into the draper’s next door. Here, again, she selected an elderlyassistant. The conversation ran much on the same lines, to an accompaniment of summer vests. This time, the assistantresponded promptly7.
“That would be Mrs. Findeyson’s house.”
“Yes—yes. Though the friends I knew had it furnished. A Major Halliday and his wife and a baby girl.”
“Oh yes, madam. They had it for about a year, I think.”
“Yes. He was home from India. They had a very good cook—she gave me a wonderful recipe for baked applepudding—and also, I think, for gingerbread. I often wonder what became of her.”
“I expect you mean Edith Pagett, madam. She’s still in Dillmouth. She’s in service now—at Windrush Lodge9.”
“Then there were some other people—the Fanes. A lawyer, I think he was!”
“Old Mr. Fane died some years ago—young Mr. Fane, Mr. Walter Fane, lives with his mother. Mr. Walter Fanenever married. He’s the senior partner now.”
“Indeed? I had an idea Mr. Walter Fane had gone out to India—tea-planting or something.”
“I believe he did, madam. As a young man. But he came home and went into the firm after about a year or two.
They do all the best business round here—they’re very highly thought of. A very nice quiet gentleman, Mr. WalterFane. Everybody likes him.”
“Why, of course,” exclaimed Miss Marple. “He was engaged to Miss Kennedy, wasn’t he? And then she broke itoff and married Major Halliday.”
“That’s right, madam. She went out to India to marry Mr. Fane, but it seems as she changed her mind and marriedthe other gentleman instead.”
A faintly disapproving10 note had entered the assistant’s voice.
Miss Marple leaned forward and lowered her voice.
“I was always so sorry for poor Major Halliday (I knew his mother) and his little girl. I understand his second wifeleft him. Ran way with someone. A rather flighty type, I’m afraid.”
“Regular flibbertigibbet, she was. And her brother the doctor, such a nice man. Did my rheumatic knee a world ofgood.”
“Whom did she run away with? I never heard.”
“That I couldn’t tell you, madam. Some said it was one of the summer visitors. But I know Major Halliday wasquite broken up. He left the place and I believe his health gave way. Your change, madam.”
Miss Marple accepted her change and her parcel.
“Thank you so much,” she said. “I wonder if—Edith Pagett, did you say—still has that nice recipe for gingerbread?
I lost it—or rather my careless maid lost it—and I’m so fond of good gingerbread.”
“I expect so, madam. As a matter of fact her sister lives next door here, married to Mr. Mountford, theconfectioner. Edith usually comes there on her days out and I’m sure Mrs. Mountford would give her a message.”
“That’s a very good idea. Thank you so much for all the trouble you’ve taken.”
“A pleasure, madam, I assure you.”
Miss Marple went out into the street.
“A nice old-fashioned firm,” she said to herself. “And those vests are really very nice, so it isn’t as though I hadwasted any money.” She glanced at the pale blue enamel11 watch that she wore pinned to one side of her dress. “Justfive minutes to go before meeting those two young things at the Ginger8 Cat. I hope they didn’t find things tooupsetting at the Sanatorium.”
II
Giles and Gwenda sat together at a corner table at the Ginger Cat. The little black notebook lay on the table betweenthem.
Miss Marple came in from the street and joined them.
“What will you have, Miss Marple? Coffee?”
“Yes, thank you—no, not cakes, just a scone12 and butter.”
Giles gave the order, and Gwenda pushed the little black book across to Miss Marple.
“First you must read that,” she said, “and then we can talk. It’s what my father—what he wrote himself when hewas at the nursing home. Oh, but first of all, just tell Miss Marple exactly what Dr. Penrose said, Giles.”
Giles did so. Then Miss Marple opened the little black book and the waitress brought three cups of weak coffee,and a scone and butter, and a plate of cakes. Giles and Gwenda did not talk. They watched Miss Marple as she read.
Finally she closed the book and laid it down. Her expression was difficult to read. There was, Gwenda thought,anger in it. Her lips were pressed tightly together, and her eyes shone very brightly, unusually so, considering her age.
“Yes, indeed,” she said. “Yes, indeed!”
Gwenda said: “You advised us once—do you remember?—not to go on. I can see why you did. But we did go on—and this is where we’ve got to. Only now, it seems as though we’d got to another place where one could—if oneliked—stop … Do you think we ought to stop? Or not?”
Miss Marple shook her head slowly. She seemed worried, perplexed13.
“I don’t know,” she said. “I really don’t know. It might be better to do so, much better to do so. Because after thislapse of time there is nothing that you can do—nothing, I mean, of a constructive15 nature.”
“You mean that after this lapse14 of time, there is nothing we can find out?” asked Giles.
“Oh no,” said Miss Marple. “I didn’t mean that at all. Nineteen years is not such a long time. There are people whowould remember things, who could answer questions—quite a lot of people. Servants for instance. There must havebeen at least two servants in the house at the time, and a nurse, and probably a gardener. It will only take time and alittle trouble to find and talk to these people. As a matter of fact, I’ve found one of them already. The cook. No, itwasn’t that. It was more the question of what practical good you can accomplish, and I’d be inclined to say to that—None. And yet….”
She stopped: “There is a yet … I’m a little slow in thinking things out, but I have a feeling that there is something—something, perhaps, not very tangible—that would be worth taking risks for—even that one should take risks for—but I find it difficult to say just what that is….”
Giles began “It seems to me—” and stopped.
Miss Marple turned to him gratefully.
“Gentlemen,” she said, “always seem to be able to tabulate16 things so clearly. I’m sure you have thought thingsout.”
“I’ve been thinking things out,” said Giles. “And it seems to me that there are just two conclusions one can cometo. One is the same as I suggested before. Helen Halliday wasn’t dead when Gwennie saw her lying in the hall. Shecame to, and went away with her lover, whoever he was. That would still fit the facts as we know them. It wouldsquare with Kelvin Halliday’s rooted belief that he had killed his wife, and it would square with the missing suitcaseand clothes and with the note that Dr. Kennedy found. But it leaves certain points unaccounted for. It doesn’t explainwhy Kelvin was convinced he strangled his wife in the bedroom. And it doesn’t cover the one, to my mind, reallystaggering question—where is Helen Halliday now? Because it seems to me against all reason that Helen should neverhave been heard of or from again. Grant that the two letters she wrote are genuine, what happened after that? Why didshe never write again? She was on affectionate terms with her brother, he’s obviously deeply attached to her andalways has been. He might disapprove17 of her conduct, but that doesn’t mean that he expected never to hear from heragain. And if you ask me, that point has obviously been worrying Kennedy himself. Let’s say he accepted at the timeabsolutely the story he’s told us. His sister’s going off and Kelvin’s breakdown18. But he didn’t expect never to hearfrom his sister again. I think, as the years went on, and he didn’t hear, and Kelvin Halliday persisted in his delusionand finally committed suicide, that a terrible doubt began to creep up in his mind. Supposing that Kelvin’s story wastrue? That he actually had killed Helen? There’s no word from her—and surely if she had died somewhere abroad,word would have come to him? I think that explains his eagerness when he saw our advertisement. He hoped that itmight lead to some account of where she was or what she had been doing. I’m sure it’s absolutely unnatural19 forsomeone to disappear as—as completely as Helen seems to have done. That, in itself, is highly suspicious.”
“I agree with you,” said Miss Marple. “But the alternative, Mr. Reed?”
Giles said slowly, “I’ve been thinking out the alternative. It’s pretty fantastic, you know, and even ratherfrightening. Because it involves—how can I put it—a kind of malevolence….”
“Yes,” said Gwenda. “Malevolence is just right. Even, I think, something that isn’t quite sane20 …” She shivered.
“That is indicated, I think,” said Miss Marple. “You know, there’s a great deal of—well, queerness about—morethan people imagine. I have seen some of it….”
Her face was thoughtful.
“There can’t be, you see, any normal explanation,” said Giles. “I’m taking now the fantastic hypothesis that KelvinHalliday didn’t kill his wife, but genuinely thought he had done so. That’s what Dr. Penrose, who seems a decent sortof bloke, obviously wants to think. His first impression of Halliday was that there was a man who had killed his wifeand wanted to give himself up to the police. Then he had to take Kennedy’s word for it that that wasn’t so, so he hadperforce to believe that Halliday was a victim of a complex or a fixation or whatever the jargon21 is—but he didn’treally like that solution. He’s had a good experience of the type and Halliday didn’t square with it. However, onknowing Halliday better he became quite genuinely sure that Halliday was not the type of man who would strangle awoman under any provocation22. So he accepted the fixation theory, but with misgivings23. And that really means thatonly one theory will fit the case—Halliday was induced to believe that he had killed his wife, by someone else. Inother words, we’ve come to X.
“Going over the facts very carefully, I’d say that that hypothesis is at least possible. According to his own account,Halliday came into the house that evening, went into the dining room, took a drink as he usually did—and then wentinto the next room, saw a note on the desk and had a blackout—”
Giles paused and Miss Marple nodded her head in approval. He went on:
“Say it wasn’t a blackout—that it was just simply dope—knock-out drops in the whisky. The next step is quiteclear, isn’t it? X had strangled Helen in the hall, but afterwards he took her upstairs and arranged her artistically24 as acrime passionel on the bed, and that’s where Kelvin is when he comes to; and the poor devil, who may have beensuffering from jealousy25 where she’s concerned, thinks that he’s done it. What does he do next? Goes off to find hisbrother-in-law—on the other side of the town and on foot. And that gives X time to do his next trick. Pack and removea suitcase of clothes and also remove the body—though what he did with the body,” Giles ended vexedly, “beats mecompletely.”
“It surprises me you should say that, Mr. Reed,” said Miss Marple. “I should say that that problem would presentfew difficulties. But do please go on.”
“Who Were The Men In Her Life?” quoted Giles. “I saw that in a newspaper as we came back in the train. It set mewondering, because that’s really the crux26 of the matter, isn’t it? If there is an X, as we believe, all we know about himis that he must have been crazy about her—literally crazy about her.”
“And so he hated my father,” said Gwenda. “And he wanted him to suffer.”
“So that’s where we come up against it,” said Giles. “We know what kind of a girl Helen was—” he hesitated.
“Man mad,” supplied Gwenda.
Miss Marple looked up suddenly as though to speak, and then stopped.
“—and that she was beautiful. But we’ve no clue to what other men there were in her life besides her husband.
There may have been any number.”
Miss Marple shook her head.
“Hardly that. She was quite young, you know. But you are not quite accurate, Mr. Reed. We do know somethingabout what you have termed ‘the men in her life.’ There was the man she was going out to marry—”
“Ah yes—the lawyer chap? What was his name?”
“Walter Fane,” said Miss Marple.
“Yes. But you can’t count him. He was out in Malaya or India or somewhere.”
“But was he? He didn’t remain a tea-planter, you know,” Miss Marple pointed27 out. “He came back here and wentinto the firm, and is now the senior partner.”
Gwenda exclaimed: “Perhaps he followed her back here?”
“He may have done. We don’t know.”
Giles was looking curiously28 at the old lady.
“How did you find all this out?”
Miss Marple smiled apologetically.
“I’ve been gossiping a little. In shops—and waiting for buses. Old ladies are supposed to be inquisitive29. Yes, onecan pick up quite a lot of local news.”
“Walter Fane,” said Giles thoughtfully. “Helen turned him down. That may have rankled30 quite a lot. Did he evermarry?”
“No,” said Miss Marple. “He lives with his mother. I’m going to tea there at the end of the week.”
“There’s someone else we know about, too,” said Gwenda suddenly. “You remember there was somebody she gotengaged to, or entangled31 with, when she left school—someone undesirable32, Dr. Kennedy said. I wonder just why hewas undesirable….”
“That’s two men,” said Giles. “Either of them may have had a grudge33, may have brooded … Perhaps the firstyoung man may have had some unsatisfactory mental history.”
“Dr. Kennedy could tell us that,” said Gwenda. “Only it’s going to be a little difficult asking him. I mean, it’s allvery well for me to go along and ask for news of my stepmother whom I barely remember. But it’s going to take a bitof explaining if I want to know about her early love affairs. It seems rather excessive interest in a stepmother youhardly knew.”
“There are probably other ways of finding out,” said Miss Marple. “Oh yes, I think with time and patience, we cangather the information we want.”
“Anyway, we’ve got two possibilities,” said Giles.
“We might, I think, infer a third,” said Miss Marple. “It would be, of course, a pure hypothesis, but justified34, Ithink, by the turn of events.”
Gwenda and Giles looked at her in slight surprise.
“It is just an inference,” said Miss Marple, turning a little pink. “Helen Kennedy went out to India to marry youngFane. Admittedly she was not wildly in love with him, but she must have been fond of him, and quite prepared tospend her life with him. Yet as soon as she gets there, she breaks off the engagement and wires her brother to send hermoney to get home. Now why?”
“Changed her mind, I suppose,” said Giles.
Both Miss Marple and Gwenda looked at him in mild contempt.
“Of course she changed her mind,” said Gwenda. “We know that. What Miss Marple means is—why?”
“I suppose girls do change their minds,” said Giles vaguely35.
“Under certain circumstances,” said Miss Marple.
Her words held all the pointed innuendo36 that elderly ladies are able to achieve with the minimum of actualstatement.
“Something he did—” Giles was suggesting vaguely, when Gwenda chipped in sharply.
“Of course,” she said. “Another man!”
She and Miss Marple looked at each other with the assurance of those admitted to a freemasonry from which menwere excluded.
Gwenda added with certainty: “On the boat! Going out!”
“Propinquity,” said Miss Marple.
“Moonlight on the boat deck,” said Gwenda. “All that sort of thing. Only—it must have been serious—not just aflirtation.”
“Oh yes,” said Miss Marple, “I think it was serious.”
“If so, why didn’t she marry the chap?” demanded Giles.
“Perhaps he didn’t really care for her,” Gwenda said slowly. Then shook her head. “No, I think in that case shewould still have married Walter Fane. Oh, of course, I’m being stupid. Married man.”
She looked triumphantly37 at Miss Marple.
“Exactly,” said Miss Marple. “That’s how I should reconstruct it. They fell in love, probably desperately38 in love.
But if he was a married man—with children, perhaps—and probably an honourable39 type—well, that would be the endof it.”
“Only she couldn’t go on and marry Walter Fane,” said Gwenda. “So she wired her brother and went home. Yes,that all fits. And on the boat home, she met my father….”
She paused, thinking it out.
“Not wildly in love,” she said. “But attracted … and then there was me. They were both unhappy … and theyconsoled each other. My father told her about my mother, and perhaps she told him about the other man … Yes—ofcourse—” She flicked40 over the pages of the diary.
“I knew there was someone—she said as much to me on the boat—someone she loved and couldn’t marry.
Yes—that’s it. Helen and my father felt they were alike—and there was me to be looked after, and she thought shecould make him happy—and she even thought, perhaps, that she’d be quite happy herself in the end.”
She stopped, nodded violently at Miss Marple, and said brightly: “That’s it.”
Giles was looking exasperated41.
“Really, Gwenda, you make a whole lot of things up and pretend that they actually happened.”
“They did happen. They must have happened. And that gives us a third person for X.”
“You mean—?”
“The married man. We don’t know what he was like. He mayn’t have been nice at all. He may have been a littlemad. He may have followed her here—”
“You’ve just placed him as going out to India.”
“Well, people can come back from India, can’t they? Walter Fane did. It was nearly a year later. I don’t say thisman did come back, but I say he’s a possibility. You keep harping42 on who the men were in her life. Well, we’ve gotthree of them. Walter Fane, and some young man whose name we don’t know, and a married man—”
“Whom we don’t know exists,” finished Giles.
“We’ll find out,” said Gwenda. “Won’t we, Miss Marple?”
“With time and patience,” said Miss Marple, “we may find out a great deal. Now for my contribution. As a result ofa very fortunate little conversation in the draper’s today, I have discovered that Edith Pagett who was cook at St.
Catherine’s at the time we are interested in, is still in Dillmouth. Her sister is married to a confectioner here. I think itwould be quite natural, Gwenda, for you to want to see her. She may be able to tell us a good deal.”
“That’s wonderful,” said Gwenda. “I’ve thought of something else,” she added. “I’m going to make a new will.
Don’t look so grave, Giles, I shall still leave my money to you. But I shall get Walter Fane to do it for me.”
“Gwenda,” said Giles. “Do be careful.”
“Making a will,” said Gwenda, “is a most natural thing to do. And the line of approach I’ve thought up is quitegood. Anyway, I want to see him. I want to see what he’s like, and if I think that possibly—”
She left the sentence unfinished.
“What surprises me,” said Giles, “is that no one else answered that advertisement of ours—this Edith Pagett, forexample—”
Miss Marple shook her head.
“People take a long time to make up their minds about a thing like that in these country districts,” she said.
“They’re suspicious. They like to think things over.”
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| （尤指用手指或手快速地）轻击( flick的过去式和过去分词 )； （用…）轻挥； （快速地）按开关； 向…笑了一下（或瞥了一眼等） | |
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