Pilgrim’s Rest

  Frank now looked gloomily at her across the cups and said,

  “She’s done the Macbeth act-made herself air.”

  Miss Silver coughed.

  “Not quite an accurate statement, I think. She has merely become someone else. You will remember I said all along that there was a very clever, unscrupulous mind at work. I feel convinced from what Miss Day said to Judy that she had very carefully prepared a line of retreat.”

  Frank continued to look gloomy.

  “Well, we can’t pick up any trace of her in Coulton, Ledstow, or Ledham. No one answering to her description boarded a train at any of these places, and unless she got a lift in a car she couldn’t have got any farther afield. It was too late for her to catch a bus.”

  “I do not imagine that the description which has been circulated will correspond with her present appearance. Our sex has an advantage over yours when it comes to a change of identity. Different colouring, another way of doing the hair, will completely alter a woman’s appearance. At Pilgrim’s Rest Miss Day wore green or black, both of which emphasized the red in her hair and the greenish tint of her eyes. You should look for someone with brown or dark hair, and I should conjecture that she would be wearing blue. The hair might of course be grey, but I fancy she has rather too much vanity for that.”

  “I wonder who she’ll murder next,” said Frank Abbott.

  Miss Silver lifted the lid of the teapot and added a little more hot water to the brew before she answered.

  “She will be very careful for a time at any rate.” After which she enquired brightly, “And how is Judy? I hope she is now none the worse for her very alarming experience.”

  Frank leaned forward and set down his cup upon the tray. Perhaps he was afraid of emulating the vicar.

  “She’s staying on at Pilgrim’s Rest,” he said in rather a jerky voice. “You wouldn’t think she’d want to, but she does.”

  “She gave her evidence remarkably well at the inquest. And so did that poor girl Mabel-Mrs. Macdonald. I was much relieved that it was not considered necessary to publish her married name. Whilst one cannot approve of her conduct with Henry Clayton, one must remember that she was a young girl, and he by all accounts a particularly fascinating man. Inexperienced young women are sadly liable to be carried away by specious arguments on the subject of free union and companionate marriage. They fail to realize until too late that though civilized marriage laws may sometimes prove irksome, they nevertheless exist for the protection of woman and the family.”

  Frank’s gloom relaxed a little. Maudie discoursing upon the Moral Law enthralled him. He accepted another cup of tea and returned to Judy.

  “Lesley and Jerome are getting married in about a month. Judy is going to stay on with them. There’s been a frightful pow-wow about where they were to live and what was to happen to the aunts. I don’t think Lesley was a bit keen on Pilgrim’s Rest, and I don’t blame her, but Jerome dug his toes in. So they’re going to have six assorted orphans in the attics with Lesley’s matron to look after them. That ought to lay the ghosts. The aunts are going to stay put. Lesley and Jerome will have the other wing where his room is now. Meals together, but separate sitting-rooms. Judy will have Penny and stay on. Ditto Gloria. Mrs. Robbins, who has taken a new lease of life, says she’ll stay and cook. She doesn’t hold with going to live with a married daughter, sensible woman. A let-off for Macdonald, who nobly offered to have her. So that places everyone. Happy ending.” His voice was at its most cynical. He stared into the fire.

  Miss Silver said gently.

  “You would not have made one another happy, Frank.”

  “Probably not. At the moment the possibilities seem all the other way.”

  “You are not really suited.”

  He gave a short hard laugh.

  “What you mean is that I don’t really suit! I’m a policeman, you see-a sordid profession.”

  “My dear Frank!”

  He nodded.

  “That’s what she thinks, you know-and I’m not so very sure I don’t agree.”

  Miss Silver said, “Fiddlesticks!”

  Frank laughed again, more naturally this time.

  “I never heard you say that before.”

  “I never heard you talk so much nonsense.”

  This time he returned her smile.

  “I’m sore, you know. But I’ll get over it. You’re quite right-we don’t suit. We both thought we were going to, but we don’t really, so it’s better as it is. In fact,

  ‘He who loves and rides away

  Will live to love another day. ’ ”

  Miss Silver beamed. “I hope so,” she said.

  Patricia Wentworth

  Born in Mussoorie, India, in 1878, Patricia Wentworth was the daughter of an English general. Educated in England, she returned to India, where she began to write and was first published. She married, but in 1906 was left a widow with four children, and returned again to England where she resumed her writing, this time to earn a living for herself and her family. She married again in 1920 and lived in Surrey until her death in 1961.

  Miss Wentworth’s early works were mainly historical fiction, and her first mystery, published in 1923, was The Astonishing Adventure of Jane Smith. In 1928 she wrote The Case Is Closed and gave birth to her most enduring creation, Miss Maud Silver.

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