‘Was that the car?’
Tuppence came out of the front door peering curiously1 along the curveof the drive, eagerly awaiting the arrival of her daughter Deborah and thethree children.
Albert emerged from the side door.
‘They won’t be here yet. No, that was the grocer, madam. You wouldn’tbelieve it–eggs have gone up, again. Never vote for this Government again,I won’t. I’ll give the Liberals a go.’
‘Shall I come and see to the rhubarb and strawberry fool for tonight?’
‘I’ve seen to that, madam. I’ve watched you often and I know just howyou do it.’
‘You’ll be a cordon2 bleu chef by the time you’ve finished, Albert,’ saidTuppence. ‘It’s Janet’s favourite sweet.’
‘Yes, and I made a treacle3 tart4–Master Andrew loves treacle tart.’
‘The rooms are all ready?’
‘Yes. Mrs Shacklebury came in good time this morning. I put the Guer-lain Sandalwood Soap in Miss Deborah’s bathroom. It’s her favourite, Iknow.’
Tuppence breathed a sigh of relief at the knowledge that all was in or-der for the arrival of her family.
There was the sound of a motor horn and a few minutes later the carcame up the drive with Tommy at the wheel and a moment later theguests were decanted5 on the doorstep–daughter Deborah still a very hand-some woman, nearly forty, and Andrew, fifteen, Janet, eleven, and Rosalie,seven.
‘Hullo, Grandma,’ shouted Andrew.
‘Where’s Hannibal?’ called Janet.
‘I want my tea,’ said Rosalie, showing a disposition6 to burst into tears.
Greetings were exchanged. Albert dealt with the disembarkation of allthe family treasures including a budgerigar, a bowl of goldfish and a ham-ster in a hutch.
‘So this is the new home,’ said Deborah, embracing her mother. ‘I like it–I like it very much.’
‘Can we go round the garden?’ asked Janet.
‘After tea,’ said Tommy.
‘I want my tea,’ reiterated7 Rosalie with an expression on her face of:
First things first.
They went into the dining-room where tea was set out and met withgeneral satisfaction.
‘What’s all this I’ve been hearing about you, Mum?’ demanded Deborah,when they had finished tea and repaired to the open air–the children ra-cing round to explore the possible pleasures of the garden in the jointcompany of Thomas and Hannibal who had rushed out to take part in therejoicings.
Deborah, who always took a stern line with her mother, whom she con-sidered in need of careful guardianship8, demanded, ‘What have you beendoing?’
‘Oh. We’ve settled in quite comfortably by now,’ said Tuppence.
Deborah looked unconvinced.
‘You’ve been doing things. She has, hasn’t she, Dad?’
Tommy was returning with Rosalie riding him piggyback, Janet survey-ing the new territory and Andrew looking around with an air of taking afull grownup view.
‘You have been doing things.’ Deborah returned to the attack. ‘You’vebeen playing at being Mrs Blenkinsop all over again. The trouble with youis, there’s no holding you–N or M–all over again. Derek heard somethingand wrote and told me.’ She nodded as she mentioned her brother’s name.
‘Derek–what could he know?’ demanded Tuppence.
‘Derek always gets to know things.’
‘You too, Dad.’ Deborah turned on her father. ‘You’ve been mixing your-self up in things, too. I thought you’d come here, both of you, to retire, andtake life quietly–and enjoy yourselves.’
‘That was the idea,’ said Tommy, ‘but Fate thought otherwise.’
‘Postern of Fate,’ said Tuppence. ‘Disaster’s Cavern9, Fort of Fear–’
‘Flecker,’ said Andrew, with conscious erudition. He was addicted10 to po-etry and hoped one day to be a poet himself. He carried on with a full quo-tation:
‘Four great gates has the City of Damascus…Postern of Fate–the Desert Gate…
Pass not beneath, O Caravan–or pass not singing.
Have you heard that silence where the birds are dead, yetsomething pipeth like a bird?’
With singularly apposite cooperation birds flew suddenly from the roofof the house over their heads.
‘What are all those birds, Grannie?’ asked Janet.
‘Swallows flying south,’ said Tuppence.
‘Won’t they ever come back again?’
‘Yes, they’ll come back next summer.’
‘And pass through the Postern of Fate!’ said Andrew with intense satis-faction.
‘This house was called Swallow’s Nest once,’ said Tuppence.
‘But you aren’t going on living here, are you?’ said Deborah. ‘Dad wroteand said you’re looking out for another house.’
‘Why?’ asked Janet–the Rosa Dartle of the family. ‘I like this one.’
‘I’ll give you a few reasons,’ said Tommy, plucking a sheet of paper fromhis pocket and reading aloud:
‘Black Arrow
Alexander Parkinson
Oxford11 and Cambridge
Victorian china garden stools
Grin-hen-lo
KK
Mathilde’s stomach
Cain and Abel
Gallant12 Truelove’
‘Shut up, Tommy–that’s my list. It’s nothing to do with you,’ said Tup-pence.
‘But what does it mean?’ asked Janet, continuing her quiz.
‘It sounds like a list of clues from a detective story,’ said Andrew, who inhis less poetical13 moments was addicted to that form of literature.
‘It is a list of clues. It’s the reason why we are looking for another house,’
said Tommy.
‘But I like it here,’ said Janet, ‘it’s lovely.’
‘It’s a nice house,’ said Rosalie. ‘Chocolate biscuits,’ she added, withmemories of recently eaten tea.
‘I like it,’ said Andrew, speaking as an autocratic Czar of Russia mightspeak.
‘Why don’t you like it, Grandma?’ asked Janet.
‘I do like it,’ said Tuppence with a sudden unexpected enthusiasm. ‘Iwant to live here–to go on living here.’
‘Postern of Fate,’ said Andrew. ‘It’s an exciting name.’
‘It used to be called Swallow’s Nest,’ said Tuppence. ‘We could call it thatagain–’
‘All those clues,’ said Andrew. ‘You could make a story out of them–evena book–’
‘Too many names, too complicated,’ said Deborah. ‘Who’d read a booklike that?’
‘You’d be surprised,’ said Tommy, ‘what people will read–and enjoy!’
Tommy and Tuppence looked at each other.
‘Couldn’t I get some paint tomorrow?’ asked Andrew. ‘Or Albert couldget some and he’d help me. We’d paint the new name on the gate.’
‘And then the swallows would know they could come back next sum-mer,’ said Janet.
She looked at her mother.
‘Not at all a bad idea,’ said Deborah.
‘La Reine le veult,’ said Tommy and bowed to his daughter, who alwaysconsidered that giving the Royal assent14 in the family was her perquisite15.

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