On the sheltered terrace outside, Miss Minton was knitting.
Miss Minton was thin and angular, her neck was stringy. She wore palesky-blue jumpers, and chains or bead1 necklaces. Her skirts were tweedyand had a depressed2 droop3 at the back. She greeted Tuppence with alac-rity.
“Good morning, Mrs. Blenkensop. I do hope you slept well.”
Mrs. Blenkensop confessed that she never slept very well the first nightor two in a strange bed. Miss Minton said, Now, wasn’t that curious? Itwas exactly the same with her.
Mrs. Blenkensop said, “What a coincidence, and what a very prettystitch that was.” Miss Minton, flushing with pleasure, displayed it. Yes, itwas rather uncommon4, and really quite simple. She could easily show it toMrs. Blenkensop if Mrs. Blenkensop liked. Oh, that was very kind of MissMinton, but Mrs. Blenkensop was so stupid, she wasn’t really very good atknitting, not at following patterns, that was to say. She could only dosimple things like Balaclava helmets, and even now she was afraid shehad gone wrong somewhere. It didn’t look right, somehow, did it?
Miss Minton cast an expert eye over the khaki mass. Gently she pointedout just what had gone wrong. Thankfully, Tuppence handed the faultyhelmet over. Miss Minton exuded5 kindness and patronage6. Oh, no, itwasn’t a trouble at all. She had knitted for so many years.
“I’m afraid I’ve never done any before this dreadful war,” confessedTuppence. “But one feels so terribly, doesn’t one, that one must do some-thing.”
“Oh yes, indeed. And you actually have a boy in the Navy, I think I heardyou say last night?”
“Yes, my eldest7 boy. Such a splendid boy he is — though I suppose amother shouldn’t say so. Then I have a boy in the Air Force and Cyril, mybaby, is out in France.”
“Oh dear, dear, how terribly anxious you must be.”
Tuppence thought:
“Oh Derek, my darling Derek .?.?. Out in the hell and mess—and here Iam playing the fool—acting8 the thing I’m really feeling. .?.?.”
She said in her most righteous voice:
“We must all be brave, mustn’t we? Let’s hope it will all be over soon. Iwas told the other day on very high authority indeed that the Germanscan’t possibly last out more than another two months.”
Miss Minton nodded with so much vigour9 that all her bead chainsrattled and shook.
“Yes, indeed, and I believe”—(her voice lowered mysteriously)—“thatHitler is suffering from a disease—absolutely fatal—he’ll be raving10 mad byAugust.”
Tuppence replied briskly:
“All this Blitzkrieg is just the Germans’ last effort. I believe the shortageis something frightful11 in Germany. The men in the factories are very dis-satisfied. The whole thing will crack up.”
“What’s this? What’s all this?”
Mr. and Mrs. Cayley came out on the terrace, Mr. Cayley putting hisquestions fretfully. He settled himself in a chair and his wife put a rugover his knees. He repeated fretfully:
“What’s that you are saying?”
“We’re saying,” said Miss Minton, “that it will all be over by the au-tumn.”
“Nonsense,” said Mr. Cayley. “This war is going to last at least six years.”
“Oh, Mr. Cayley,” protested Tuppence. “You don’t really think so?”
Mr. Cayley was peering about him suspiciously.
“Now I wonder,” he murmured. “Is there a draught12? Perhaps it wouldbe better if I moved my chair back into the corner.”
The resettlement of Mr. Cayley took place. His wife, an anxious-facedwoman who seemed to have no other aim in life than to minister to Mr.
Cayley’s wants, manipulating cushions and rugs, asking from time to time:
“Now how is that, Alfred? Do you think that will be all right? Ought you,perhaps, to have your sunglasses? There is rather a glare this morning.”
Mr. Cayley said irritably13:
“No, no. Don’t fuss, Elizabeth. Have you got my muffler? No, no, my silkmuffler. Oh well, it doesn’t matter. I dare say this will do—for once. But Idon’t want to get my throat overheated, and wool—in this sunlight—well,perhaps you had better fetch the other.” He turned his attention back tomatters of public interest. “Yes,” he said. “I give it six years.”
He listened with pleasure to the protests of the two women.
“You dear ladies are just indulging in what we call wishful thinking.
Now I know Germany. I may say I know Germany extremely well. In thecourse of my business before I retired14 I used to be constantly to and fro.
Berlin, Hamburg, Munich, I know them all. I can assure you that Germanycan hold out practically indefinitely. With Russia behind her—”
Mr. Cayley plunged15 triumphantly16 on, his voice rising and falling inpleasurably melancholy17 cadences18, only interrupted when he paused to re-ceive the silk muffler his wife brought him and wind it round his throat.
Mrs. Sprot brought out Betty and plumped her down with a small wool-len dog that lacked an ear and a woolly doll’s jacket.
“There, Betty,” she said. “You dress up Bonzo ready for his walk whileMummy gets ready to go out.”
Mr. Cayley’s voice droned on, reciting statistics and figures, all of a de-pressing character. The monologue19 was punctuated20 by a cheerful twitter-ing from Betty talking busily to Bonzo in her own language.
“Truckle—truckly—pah bat,” said Betty. Then, as a bird alighted nearher, she stretched out loving hands to it and gurgled. The bird flew awayand Betty glanced round the assembled company and remarked clearly:
“Dicky,” and nodded her head with great satisfaction.
“That child is learning to talk in the most wonderful way,” said MissMinton. “Say ‘Ta ta,’ Betty. ‘Ta ta.’ ”
Betty looked at her coldly and remarked:
“Gluck!”
Then she forced Bonzo’s one arm into his woolly coat and, toddling21 overto a chair, picked up the cushion and pushed Bonzo behind it. Chucklinggleefully, she said with terrific pains:
“Hide! Bow wow. Hide!”
Miss Minton, acting as a kind of interpreter, said with vicarious pride:
“She loves hide-and-seek. She’s always hiding things.” She cried out withexaggerated surprise:
“Where is Bonzo? Where is Bonzo? Where can Bonzo have gone?”
Betty flung herself down and went into ecstasies22 of mirth.
Mr. Cayley, finding attention diverted from his explanation of Ger-many’s methods of substitution of raw materials, looked put out andcoughed aggressively.
Mrs. Sprot came out with her hat on and picked up Betty.
Attention returned to Mr. Cayley.
“You were saying, Mr. Cayley?” said Tuppence.
But Mr. Cayley was affronted23. He said coldly:
“That woman is always plumping that child down and expecting peopleto look after it. I think I’ll have the woollen muffler after all, dear. The sunis going in.”
“Oh, but, Mr. Cayley, do go on with what you were telling us. It was sointeresting,” said Miss Minton.
Mollified, Mr. Cayley weightily resumed his discourse24, drawing the foldsof the woolly muffler closer round his stringy neck.
“As I was saying, Germany has so perfected her system of—”
Tuppence turned to Mrs. Cayley, and asked:
“What do you think about the war, Mrs. Cayley?”
Mrs. Cayley jumped.
“Oh, what do I think? What—what do you mean?”
“Do you think it will last as long as six years?”
Mrs. Cayley said doubtfully:
“Oh, I hope not. It’s a very long time, isn’t it?”
“Yes. A long time. What do you really think?”
Mrs. Cayley seemed quite alarmed by the question. She said:
“Oh, I—I don’t know. I don’t know at all. Alfred says it will.”
“But you don’t think so?”
“Oh, I don’t know. It’s difficult to say, isn’t it?”
Tuppence felt a wave of exasperation25. The chirruping Miss Minton, thedictatorial Mr. Cayley, the nitwitted Mrs. Cayley—were these people reallytypical of her fellow countrymen? Was Mrs. Sprot any better with herslightly vacant face and boiled gooseberry eyes? What could she, Tup-pence, ever find out here? Not one of these people, surely—Her thought was checked. She was aware of a shadow. Someone behindher who stood between her and the sun. She turned her head.
Mrs. Perenna, standing26 on the terrace, her eyes on the group. And some-thing in those eyes—scorn, was it? A kind of withering27 contempt. Tup-pence thought:
“I must find out more about Mrs. Perenna.”

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