Mark Easterbrook’s Narrative1
II doubt if I shall ever forget the next few days. It appears to me now as akind of bewildered kaleidoscope without sequence or form. Ginger2 was re-moved from the flat to a private nursing home. I was allowed to see heronly at visiting hours.
Her own doctor, I gather, was inclined to stand on his high horse aboutthe whole business. He could not understand what the fuss was all about.
His own diagnosis3 was quite clear—bronchopneumonia following on in-fluenza, though complicated by certain slightly unusual symptoms, butthat, as he pointed4 out, “happens all the time. No case is ever ‘typical.’ Andsome people don’t respond to antibiotics5.”
And, of course, all that he said was true. Ginger had bronchopneumo-nia. There was nothing mysterious about the disease from which she wassuffering. She just had it—and had it badly.
I had one interview with the Home Office psychologist. He was a quaintlittle cock robin6 of a man, rising up and down on his toes, with eyes twink-ling through very thick lenses.
He asked me innumerable questions, half of which I could see no pointin whatever, but there must have been a point, for he nodded sapiently7 atmy answers. He entirely8 refused to commit himself, wherein he was prob-ably wise. He made occasional pronouncements in what I took to be thejargon of his trade. He tried, I think, various forms of hypnotism onGinger, but by what seemed to be universal consent, no one would tell mevery much. Possibly because there was nothing to tell.
I avoided my own friends and acquaintances, yet the loneliness of myexistence was insupportable.
Finally, in an excess of desperation, I rang up Poppy at her flower shop.
Would she come out and dine with me. Poppy would love to do so.
I took her to the Fantasie. Poppy prattled9 happily and I found her com-pany very soothing10. But I had not asked her out only for her soothingqualities. Having lulled11 her into a happy stupor12 with delicious food anddrink, I began a little cautious probing. It seemed to be possible that Poppymight know something without being wholly conscious of what it was sheknew. I asked her if she remembered my friend Ginger. Poppy said, “Ofcourse,” opening her big blue eyes, and asked what Ginger was doingnowadays.
“She’s very ill,” I said.
“Poor pet.” Poppy looked as concerned as it was possible for her to look,which was not very much.
“She got herself mixed up with something,” I said. “I believe she askedyour advice about it. Pale Horse stuff. Cost her a terrible lot of money.”
“Oh,” exclaimed Poppy, eyes wider still. “So it was you!”
For a moment or two I didn’t understand. Then it dawned upon me thatPoppy was identifying me with the “man” whose invalid13 wife was the barto Ginger’s happiness. So excited was she by this revelation of our love lifethat she quite failed to be alarmed by the mention of the Pale Horse.
She breathed excitedly:
“Did it work?”
“It went a bit wrong somehow,” I added, “The dog it was that died.”
“What dog?” asked Poppy, at sea.
I saw that words of one syllable14 would always be needed where Poppywas concerned.
“The—er—business seems to have recoiled15 upon Ginger. Did you everhear of that happening before?”
Poppy never had.
“Of course,” I said, “this stuff they do at the Pale Horse down in MuchDeeping—you know about that, don’t you?”
“I didn’t know where it was. Down in the country somewhere.”
“I couldn’t quite make out from Ginger what it is they do….”
I waited carefully.
“Rays, isn’t it?” said Poppy vaguely16. “Something like that. From outerspace,” she added helpfully. “Like the Russians!”
I decided17 that Poppy was now relying on her limited imagination.
“Something of that kind,” I agreed. “But it must be quite dangerous. Imean, for Ginger to get ill like this.”
“But it was your wife who was to be ill and die, wasn’t it?”
“Yes,” I said, accepting the role Ginger and Poppy had planted on me.
“But it seems to have gone wrong—backfired.”
“You mean —?” Poppy made a terrific mental effort. “Like when youplug an electric iron in wrong and you get a shock?”
“Exactly,” I said. “Just like that. Did you ever know that sort of thinghappen before?”
“Well, not that way—”
“What way, then?”
“Well, I mean if one didn’t pay up — afterwards. A man I knewwouldn’t.” Her voice dropped in an awestricken fashion. “He was killed inthe tube—fell off the platform in front of a train.”
“It might have been an accident.”
“Oh no,” said Poppy, shocked at the thought. “It was THEM.”
I poured some more champagne18 into Poppy’s glass. Here, I felt, in frontof me was someone who might be helpful if only you could tear out of herthe disassociated facts that were flitting about in what she called herbrain. She had heard things said, and assimilated about half of them, andgot them jumbled19 up and nobody had been very careful what they said be-cause it was “only Poppy.”
The maddening thing was that I didn’t know what to ask her. If I saidthe wrong thing she would shut up in alarm like a clam20 and go dumb onme.
“My wife,” I said, “is still an invalid, but she doesn’t seem any worse.”
“That’s too bad,” said Poppy sympathetically, sipping21 champagne.
“So what do I do next?”
Poppy didn’t seem to know.
“You see it was Ginger who—I didn’t make any of the arrangements. Isthere anyone I could get at?”
“There’s a place in Birmingham,” said Poppy doubtfully.
“That’s closed down,” I said. “Don’t you know anyone else who’d knowanything about it?”
“Eileen Brandon might know something—but I don’t think so.”
The introduction of a totally unexpected Eileen Brandon startled me. Iasked who Eileen Brandon was.
“She’s terrible really,” said Poppy. “Very dim. Has her hair very tightlypermed, and never wears stiletto heels. She’s the end.” She added by wayof explanation, “I was at school with her—but she was pretty dim then.
She was frightfully good at geography.”
“What’s she got to do with the Pale Horse?”
“Nothing really. It was only an idea she got. And so she chucked it up.”
“Chucked what up?” I asked, bewildered.
“Her job with C.R.C.”
“What’s C.R.C.?”
“Well, I don’t really know exactly. They just say C.R.C. Something aboutCustomers’ Reactions or Research. It’s quite a small show.”
“And Eileen Brandon worked for them? What did she have to do?”
“Just go round and ask questions—about toothpaste or gas stoves, andwhat kind of sponges you used. Too too depressing and dull. I mean, whocares?”
“Presumably C.R.C.” I felt a slight prickling of excitement.
It was a woman employed by an association of this kind who had beenvisited by Father Gorman on the fatal night. And — yes — of course,someone of that kind had called on Ginger at the flat….
Here was a link of some kind.
“Why did she chuck up her job? Because she got bored?”
“I don’t think so. They paid quite well. But she got a sort of idea about it—that it wasn’t what it seemed.”
“She thought that it might be connected, in some way, with the PaleHorse? Is that it?”
“Well, I don’t know. Something of that kind… Anyway, she’s working inan Espresso coffee bar off Tottenham Court Road now.”
“Give me her address.”
“She’s not a bit your type.”
“I don’t want to make sexual advances to her,” I said brutally22. “I wantsome hints on Customers Research. I’m thinking of buying some shares inone of those things.”
“Oh, I see,” said Poppy, quite satisfied with this explanation.
There was nothing more to be got out of her, so we finished up thechampagne, and I took her home and thanked her for a lovely evening.

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