MOTHER’S SON
“D own, Henry,” said Mrs. Fane to an asthmatic spaniel whose liquid eyes burned with greed. “Another scone1, MissMarple, while they’re hot?”
“Thank you. Such delicious scones2. You have an excellent cook.”
“Louisa is not bad, really. Forgetful, like all of them. And no variety in her puddings. Tell me, how is DorothyYarde’s sciatica nowadays? She used to be a martyr3 to it. Largely nerves, I suspect.”
Miss Marple hastened to oblige with details of their mutual4 acquaintance’s ailments5. It was fortunate, she thought,that amongst her many friends and relations scattered6 over England, she had managed to find a woman who knew Mrs.
Fane and who had written explaining that a Miss Marple was at present in Dillmouth, and would dear Eleanor be verykind and ask her to something.
Eleanor Fane was a tall, commanding woman with a steely grey eye, crisp white hair, and a baby pink and whitecomplexion which masked the fact that there was no baby-like softness whatever about her.
They discussed Dorothy’s ailments or imagined ailments and went on to Miss Marple’s health, the air ofDillmouth, and the general poor condition of most of the younger generation.
“Not made to eat their crusts as children,” Mrs. Fane pronounced. “None of that allowed in my nursery.”
“You have more than one son?” asked Miss Marple.
“Three. The eldest7, Gerald, is in Singapore in the Far East Bank. Robert is in the Army.” Mrs. Fane sniffed8.
“Married a Roman Catholic,” she said with significance. “You know what that means! All the children brought up asCatholics. What Robert’s father would have said, I don’t know. My husband was very low church. I hardly ever hearfrom Robert nowadays. He takes exception to some of the things I have said to him purely9 for his own good. I believein being sincere and saying exactly what one thinks. His marriage was, in my opinion, a great misfortune. He maypretend to be happy, poor boy—but I can’t feel that it is at all satisfactory.”
“Your youngest son is not married, I believe?”
Mrs. Fane beamed.
“No, Walter lives at home. He is slightly delicate—always was from a child—and I have always had to look afterhis health very carefully. (He will be in presently.) I can’t tell you what a thoughtful and devoted10 son he is. I am reallya very lucky woman to have such a son.”
“And he has never thought of marrying?” enquired11 Miss Marple.
“Walter always says he really cannot be bothered with the modern young woman. They don’t appeal to him. Heand I have so much in common that I’m afraid he doesn’t go out as much as he should. He reads Thackeray to me inthe evenings, and we usually have a game of picquet. Walter is a real home bird.”
“How very nice,” said Miss Marple. “Has he always been in the firm? Somebody told me that you had a son whowas out in Ceylon, as a tea-planter, but perhaps they got it wrong.”
A slight frown came over Mrs. Fane’s face. She urged walnut12 cake upon her guest and explained.
“That was as a very young man. One of those youthful impulses. A boy always longs to see the world. Actually,there was a girl at the bottom of it. Girls can be so unsettling.”
“Oh yes, indeed. My own nephew, I remember—”
Mrs. Fane swept on, ignoring Miss Marple’s nephew. She held the floor and was enjoying the opportunity toreminisce to this sympathetic friend of dear Dorothy’s.
“A most unsuitable girl—as seems always to be the way. Oh, I don’t mean an actress or anything like that. Thelocal doctor’s sister—more like his daughter, really, years younger—and the poor man with no idea how to bring herup. Men are so helpless, aren’t they? She ran quite wild, entangled13 herself first with a young man in the office—a mereclerk — and a very unsatisfactory character, too. They had to get rid of him. Repeated confidential14 information.
Anyway, this girl, Helen Kennedy, was, I suppose, very pretty. I didn’t think so. I always thought her hair was touchedup. But Walter, poor boy, fell very much in love with her. As I say, quite unsuitable, no money and no prospects15, andnot the kind of girl one wanted as a daughter-in-law. Still, what can a mother do? Walter proposed to her and sherefused him, and then he got this silly idea into his head of going out to India and being a tea-planter. My husbandsaid, “Let him go,” though of course he was very disappointed. He had been looking forward to having Walter withhim in the firm and Walter had passed all his law exams and everything. Still, there it was. Really, the havoc16 theseyoung women cause!”
“Oh, I know. My nephew—”
Once again Mrs. Fane swept over Miss Marple’s nephew.
“So the dear boy went out to Assam or was it Bangalore—really I can’t remember after all these years. And I feltmost upset because I knew his health wouldn’t stand it. And he hadn’t been out there a year (doing very well, too.
Walter does everything well) than—would you believe it?—this impudent17 chit of a girl changes her mind and writesout that she’d like to marry him after all.”
“Dear, dear.” Miss Marple shook her head.
“Gets together her trousseau, books her passage—and what do you think the next move is?”
“I can’t imagine.” Miss Marple leaned forward in rapt attention.
“Has a love affair with a married man, if you please. On the boat going out. A married man with three children, Ibelieve. Anyway there is Walter on the quay18 to meet her and the first thing she does is to say she can’t marry him afterall. Don’t you call that a wicked thing to do?”
“Oh, I do indeed. It might have completely destroyed your son’s faith in human nature.”
“It should have shown her to him in her true colours. But there, that type of woman gets away with anything.”
“He didn’t—” Miss Marple hesitated—“resent her action? Some men would have been terribly angry.”
“Walter has always had wonderful self-control. However upset and annoyed Walter may be over anything, henever shows it.”
Miss Marple peered at her speculatively19. Hesitantly, she put out a feeler.
“That is because it goes really deep, perhaps? One is really astonished sometimes, with children. A sudden outburstfrom some child that one has thought didn’t care at all. A sensitive nature that can’t express itself until it’s drivenabsolutely beyond endurance.”
“Ah, it’s very curious you should say that, Miss Marple. I remember so well. Gerald and Robert, you know, bothhot-tempered and always apt to fight. Quite natural, of course, for healthy boys—”
“Oh, quite natural.”
“And dear Walter, always so quiet and patient. And then, one day, Robert got hold of his model aeroplane—he’dbuilt it up himself with days of work—so patient and clever with his fingers—and Robert, who was a dear high-spirited boy but careless, smashed it. And when I came into the schoolroom there was Robert down on the floor andWalter attacking him with the poker20, he’d practically knocked him out—and I simply had all I could do to drag Walteroff him. He kept repeating. ‘He did it on purpose—he did it on purpose. I’m going to kill him.’ You know, I was quitefrightened. Boys feel things so intensely, do they not?”
“Yes, indeed,” said Miss Marple. Her eyes were thoughtful.
She reverted21 to the former topic.
“And so the engagement was finally broken off. What happened to the girl?”
“She came home. Had another love affair on the way back, and this time married the man. A widower22 with onechild. A man who has just lost his wife is always a fair target—helpless, poor fellow. She married him and they settleddown here in a house the other side of the town—St. Catherine’s—next door to the hospital. It didn’t last, of course—she left him within the year. Went off with some man or other.”
“Dear, dear!” Miss Marple shook her head. “What a lucky escape your son had!”
“That’s what I always tell him.”
“And did he give up tea-planting because his health wouldn’t stand it?”
A slight frown appeared on Mrs. Fane’s brow.
“The life wasn’t really congenial to him,” she said. “He came home about six months after the girl did.”
“It must have been rather awkward,” ventured Miss Marple. “If the young woman was actually living here. In thesame town—”
“Walter was wonderful,” said Walter’s mother. “He behaved exactly as though nothing had happened. I shouldhave thought myself (indeed I said so at the time) that it would be advisable to make a clean break—after all, meetingscould only be awkward for both parties. But Walter insisted on going out of his way to be friendly. He used to call atthe house in the most informal fashion, and play with the child—Rather curious, by the way, the child’s come backhere. She’s grown-up now, with a husband. Came into Walter’s office to make her will the other day. Reed, that’s hername now. Reed.”
“Mr. and Mrs. Reed! I know them. Such a nice unaffected young couple. Fancy that now—and she is actually thechild—”
“The first wife’s child. The first wife died out in India. Poor Major—I’ve forgotten his name—Hallway—something like that—was completely broken up when that minx left him. Why the worst women should always attractthe best men is something hard to fathom23!”
“And the young man who was originally entangled with her? A clerk, I think you said, in your son’s office. Whathappened to him?”
“Did very well for himself. He runs a lot of those Coach Tours. Daffodil Coaches. Afflick’s Daffodil Coaches.
Painted bright yellow. It’s a vulgar world nowadays.”
“Afflick?” said Miss Marple.
“Jackie Afflick. A nasty pushing fellow. Always determined24 to get on, I imagine. Probably why he took up withHelen Kennedy in the first place. Doctor’s daughter and all that—thought it would better his social position.”
“And this Helen has never come back again to Dillmouth?”
“No. Good riddance. Probably gone completely to the bad by now. I was sorry for Dr. Kennedy. Not his fault. Hisfather’s second wife was a fluffy25 little thing, years younger than he was. Helen inherited her wild blood from her, Iexpect. I’ve always thought—”
Mrs. Fane broke off.
“Here is Walter.” Her mother’s ear had distinguished26 certain well-known sounds in the hall. The door opened andWalter Fane came in.
“This is Miss Marple, my son. Ring the bell, son, and we’ll have some fresh tea.”
“Don’t bother, Mother. I had a cup.”
“Of course we will have fresh tea—and some scones, Beatrice,” she added to the parlourmaid who had appeared totake the teapot.
“Yes, madam.”
With a slow, likeable smile Walter Fane said: “My mother spoils me, I’m afraid.”
Miss Marple studied him as she made a polite rejoinder.
A gentle quiet- looking person, slightly diffident and apologetic in manner — colourless. A very nondescriptpersonality. The devoted type of young man whom women ignore and only marry because the man they love does notreturn their affection. Walter, who is Always There. Poor Walter, his mother’s darling … Little Walter Fane who hadattacked his older brother with a poker and had tried to kill him….
Miss Marple wondered.

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