Mark Easterbrook’s Narrative1
IFirst Hermia. Now Corrigan.
All right, then, I was making a fool of myself!
I was accepting balderdash as solid truth. I had been hypnotised by thatphony woman Thyrza Grey into accepting a farrago of nonsense. I was acredulous, superstitious2 ass3.
I decided4 to forget the whole damned business. What was it to do withme anyway?
Through the mist of disillusionment, I heard the echoes of Mrs. DaneCalthrop’s urgent tones.
“You’ve got to DO something!”
All very well—to say things like that.
“You need someone to help you…”
I had needed Hermia. I had needed Corrigan. But neither of them wouldplay. There was no one else.
Unless—
I sat—considering the idea.
On an impulse I went to the telephone and rang Mrs. Oliver.
“Hallo. Mark Easterbrook here.”
“Yes?”
“Can you tell me the name of that girl who was staying in the house forthe fête?”
“I expect so. Let me see… Yes, of course, Ginger5. That was her name.”
“I know that. But her other name.”
“What other name?”
“I doubt if she was christened Ginger. And she must have a surname.”
“Well, of course. But I’ve no idea what it is. One never seems to hear anysurnames nowadays. It’s the first time I’d ever met her.” There was aslight pause and then Mrs. Oliver said, “You’ll have to ring up Rhoda andask her.”
I didn’t like that idea. Somehow I felt shy about it.
“Oh, I can’t do that,” I said.
“It’s perfectly6 simple,” said Mrs. Oliver encouragingly. “Just say you’velost her address and can’t remember her name and you’d promised tosend her one of your books, or the name of a shop that sells cheap caviare,or to return a handkerchief which she lent you when your nose bled oneday, or the address of a rich friend who wants a picture restored. Any ofthose do? I can think of lots more if you’d like.”
“One of those will do beautifully,” I assured her.
I rang off, dialled 100 and presently was speaking to Rhoda.
“Ginger?” said Rhoda. “Oh, she lives in a Mews. Calgary Place. Forty-five. Wait a minute. I’ll give you her telephone number.” She went awayand returned a minute later. “It’s Capricorn 35987. Got it?”
“Yes, thanks. But I haven’t got her name. I never heard it.”
“Her name? Oh, her surname, you mean. Corrigan. Katherine Corrigan.
What did you say?”
“Nothing. Thanks, Rhoda.”
It seemed to me an odd coincidence. Corrigan. Two Corrigans. Perhapsit was an omen7.
I dialled Capricorn 35987.

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narrative
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