MR . KIMBLE SPEAKS
“I dunno, I’m sure,” said Mrs. Kimble.
Her husband, driven into speech by what was neither more nor less than an outrage1, became vocal2.
He shoved his cup forward.
“What you thinking of, Lily?” he demanded. “No sugar!”
Mrs. Kimble hastily remedied the outrage, and then proceeded to elaborate on her own theme.
“Thinking about this advert3, I am,” she said. “Lily Abbott, it says, plain as plain. And “formerly house-parlourmaidat St. Catherine’s Dillmouth.” That’s me, all right.”
“Ar,” agreed Mr. Kimble.
“After all these years—you must agree it’s odd, Jim.”
“Ar,” said Mr. Kimble.
“Well, what am I going to do, Jim?”
“Leave it be.”
“Suppose there’s money in it?”
There was a gurgling sound as Mr. Kimble drained his teacup to fortify4 himself for the mental effort of embarkingon a long speech. He pushed his cup along and prefaced his remarks with a laconic5: “More.” Then he got under way.
“You went on a lot at one time about what ’appened at St. Catherine’s. I didn’t take much account of it—reckonedas it was mostly foolishness—women’s chatter6. Maybe it wasn’t. Maybe something did ’appen. If so it’s policebusiness and you don’t want to be mixed up in it. All over and done with, ain’t it? You leave well alone, my girl.”
“All very well to say that. It may be money as has been left me in a will. Maybe Mrs. Halliday’s alive all the timeand now she’s dead and left me something in ’er will.”
“Left you something in ’er will? What for? Ar!” said Mr. Kimble, reverting7 to his favourite monosyllable toexpress scorn.
“Even if it’s police … You know, Jim, there’s a big reward sometimes for anyone as can give information to catcha murderer.”
“And what could you give? All you know you made up yourself in your head!”
“That’s what you say. But I’ve been thinking—”
“Ar,” said Mr. Kimble disgustedly.
“Well, I have. Ever since I saw that first piece in the paper. Maybe I got things a bit wrong. That Layonee, she wasa bit stupid like all foreigners, couldn’t understand proper what you said to her—and her English was somethingawful. If she didn’t mean what I thought she meant … I’ve been trying to remember the name of that man … Now if itwas him she saw … Remember that picture I told you about? Secret Lover. Ever so exciting. They tracked him downin the end through his car. Fifty thousand dollars he paid the garage man to forget he filled up with petrol that night.
Dunno what that is in pounds … And the other one was there, too, and the husband crazy with jealousy8. All mad abouther, they were. And in the end—”
Mr. Kimble pushed back his chair with a grating sound. He rose to his feet with slow and ponderous9 authority.
Preparatory to leaving the kitchen, he delivered an ultimatum10 — the ultimatum of a man who, though usuallyinarticulate, had a certain shrewdness.
“You leave the whole thing alone, my girl,” he said. “Or else, likely as not, you’ll be sorry.”
He went into the scullery, put on his boots (Lily was particular about her kitchen floor) and went out.
Lily sat on at the table, her sharp foolish little brain working things out. Of course she couldn’t exactly go againstwhat her husband said, but all the same … Jim was so hidebound, so stick-in-the-mud. She wished there wassomebody else she could ask. Someone who would know all about rewards and the police and what it all meant. Pityto turn up a chance of good money.
That wireless11 set … the home perm … that cherry-coloured coat in Russell’s (ever so smart)… even, maybe, awhole Jacobean suite12 for the sitting room….
Eager, greedy, shortsighted, she went on dreaming … What exactly had Layonee said all those years ago?
Then an idea came to her. She got up and fetched the bottle of ink, the pen, and a pad of writing paper.
“Know what I’ll do,” she said to herself. “I’ll write to the doctor, Mrs. Halliday’s brother. He’ll tell me what Iought to do—if he’s alive still, that is. Anyway, it’s on my conscience I never told him about Layonee—or about thatcar.”
There was silence for some time apart from the laborious13 scratching of Lily’s pen. It was very seldom that shewrote a letter and she found the composition of it a considerable effort.
However it was done at last and she put it into an envelope and sealed it up.
But she felt less satisfied than she had expected. Ten to one the doctor was dead or had gone away from Dillmouth.
Was there anyone else?
What was the name, now, of that fellow?
If she could only remember that….

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恢复( revert的现在分词 ); 重提; 回到…上; 归还 | |
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