CHAPTER 5 Disappearance of an Old Lady
Aunt Ada's things arrived in due course. The desk was installed and admired. The little work-table dispossessed the whatnot which was relegated to a dark corner of the hall. And the picture of the pale pink house by the canal bridge Tuppence .hung over the mantelpiece in her bedroom where she could see it every morning when drinking her early morning tea.
Since her conscience still troubled her a little, Tuppence wrote a letter explaining how the picture had come into their possession but that if Mrs Lancaster would like it returned, she had only got to let them know. This she dispatched to Mrs Lancaster, c/o Mrs Johnson, at the Cleveland Hotel, George Street, London, W. 1.
To this there was no reply, but a week later the letter was returned with 'Not known at this address' scrawled on it.
'How tiresome,' said Tuppence.
'Perhaps they only stayed for a night or two,' suggested Tommy.
'You'd think they'd have left a forwarding address ' 'Did you put "Please forward" on it?' 'Yes, I did. I know, I'll ring them up and ask - They must have put an address in the hotel register ' 'I'd let it go if I were you,' said Tommy. 'Why make all this fuss? I expect the old pussy has forgotten all about the picture.' 'I might as well try.' Tuppence sat down at the telephone and was presently connected to the Cleveland Hotel.
She rejoined Tommy in/his study a few minutes later.
'It's rather curious, Tommy - they haven't even been there.
No Mrs Johnson - no Mm Lancaster - no rooms booked for them - or any trace of their having stayed there before.' 'I expect Miss Packard got the name of the hotel wrong.
Wrote k down in a hurry - and then perhaps lost it - or remembered it wrong. Things like that often happen, you know.' 'I shouldn't have thought it would at Sunny Ridge. Miss Packard is so efficient always.' 'Perhaps they didn't book beforehand at the hotel and it was full, so they had to go somewhere else. You know what accommodation in London is like - Must you go on fussing?' Tuppence retired.
Presently she came back.
'I know what I'm going to do. I'll ring up Miss Packard and I'll get the address of the lawyers ' 'What lawyers?' 'Don't you remember she said something about a firm of solicitors who made all the arrangements because the Johnsons were abroad?' Tommy, who was busy over a speech he was drafting for a Conference he was shortly to attend, and murmuring under his breath - 'the proper policy if such a comingency should arise' said: 'How do you spell contingency, Tuppence?' 'Did you hear what I was saying?' 'Yes, very good idea - splendid - excellent - you do that ' Tuppence went out - stuck her head in again and said: ' Consistency.' 'Can't be - you've got the wrong word.' 'What are you writing about?'
'The Paper I'm reading next at the I.U.A.S. and I do wish you'd let me do it in peace.' 'Sorry.' Tuppence removed herself. Tommy continued to write sentences and then scratch them out. His face was just brightening, as the pace of his writing increased - when once more the door opened.
'Here it is,' said Tuppence. 'Partingdale, Harris, Lockeridge and Partingdale, 32 Lincoln Terrace, W.C.2. Tel. Holborn 051386. The operative member oftbe faro is Mr Eccles.' She placed a sheet of paper by Tommy's elbow. 'Nowyou take on.' 'No!' said Tommy firmly.
'Yes! She's your Aunt Ada.' 'Where does Aunt Ada come in? Mrs Lancaster is no aunt of mine.' 'But it's lawyers,' Tuppence insisted. 'It's a man's job always to deal with lawyers. They just think women are silly and don't pay attention ' 'A very sensible point of view,' said Tommy.
'Oh! Tommy - do help. You go and telephone and I'll f'md the dictionary and look how to spell contingency.' Tommy gave her a look, but departed.
He returned at last and spoke fLrmly - 'This matte is now closed, Tuppence.' 'You got Mr Eccles?' 'Strictly speaking I got a Mr Wills who is doubtless the dogsbody of the fnma of Partingford, Lockjaw and Harrison.
But he was fully informed and glib. All letters and communications go via the Southern Counties Bank, Hammersmith branch, who will forward all communications. And there, Tuppence, let me tell you, the trail stops. Banks will forward things - but they won't yield any addresses to you or anyone else who asks. They have their code of rules and they'll stick to them - Their lips are sealed like our more pompous Prime Ministers.' 'All right, I'll send a letter care of the Bank.' 'Do that - and for goodness' sake, leave me alone - or I shall never get my speech done.' 'Tbsnk you, darling,' said Tuppence. 'I don't know what I'd do without you.' She kissed the top of his head.
'It's the best butter,' said Tommy.
II
It was not until the following Thursday evening that Tommy asked suddenly, 'By the way, did you ever get any answer to the letter you sent care of the Bank to Mrs Johnson ' 'It's nice of you to ask,' said Tuppence sarcastically. 'No, I didn't.' She added meditatively, 'I don't think I shall, either.' 'Why not?' 'You're not really interested,' said Tuppence coldly.
'Look here, Tuppence - I know I've been rather preoccupied - It's all this I.U.A.S. - It's only once a year, thank goodness.' 'It starts on Monday} doesn't it? For five days ' 'Four days.' 'And you all go down to a Hush Hush, top secret house in the country somewhere, and make speeches and read Papers and vet young men for Super Secret assignments in Europe and beyond. I've forgotten what LU.A.S. stands for. All these initials they have nowadays ' 'International Union of Associated Security.' 'What a mouthful! Quite ridiculous. And I expect the whole place is bugged, and everybody knows everybody else's most secret conversations.' 'Highly likely,' said Tommy with a grin.
'And I suppose you enjoy it?' 'Well, I do in a way. One sees a lot of old friends.' 'All quite ga-ga by now, I expect. Does any of it do any good.>' 'Heavens, what a question! Can one ever let oneself believe that you can answer that by a plain Yes or No ' 'And are any of the people any good?' 'I'd answer Yes to that. Some of them are very good indeed.' 'Will old Josh be there?' 'Yes, he'll., ,
,w... mere. w nat s le · , 'E-· like nowadays? vou,e.eiY deaf, half blind, crippled with rheumausm ., c n,.,.ri ' and ,r A,.v. secl at me things that don't get past him' too ' uppence. She meditated. 'I wish I were in it, Tommy loo11 apolo eric.
'I expect you' g · 'I miRh or ,?1 fred something to do while I'm awav'
.... at, smd Tuppence meditauvel xaer nus0anl y.
Tuppence uoKeo at net wm me vague apprehension that
could always arouse in him.
Tuppence nat are you up to?' ommg, yet.
, 'What about?, So far I m only thinking.' intriguedme"! way about dead children and fireplaces.i--- , - .
.s thought then that I'd try and fred out more from her next nroe we came to see Aunt Ada - But there wasn't nXu;dld-C:tlse Aunt Ada died - And when we were next
,v.. -I ' Mxs Lancaster had - disappearedP dis,;p,ar-h][,sPe°mP.ee nh:mdrten her away? That's not a It s a disap q · · ·, vCrance - no traceable address - no answer to etters - it s a pi · , of t.' armed disappearance. I m more and more sure 'But -'
,]sPpene-e broke in upon his 'But'. ten, fOmny- su sin tha happened Ppo g t sometime or other a cri suppose that I:o-emed. all.safe m..d covered up - But hne
'-cone m me family had seen something, or from.e realized might be people - someone whom you suddenly it)' danger to you - What would you do about 'Arsenic in the oup?' suggested Tommy cheerfully. 'Cosh them on the head Push them down the staircase -?' 'That's raffler e.
You'd look n,treme - Sudden deaths attract attennon ab-or some simpler way - and you'd find
A nice respectable Home for Elderly Ladies. You'd pay a visit to it, ca!!jng yourself Mrs Johnson or Mrs Robinson - or you would get some unsuspecting third party to make arrangements - You'd fix the fmancial arrangements through a fnma of reliable solicitors. You've already hinted, perhaps, that your elderly relative has fancies and mild delusions sometimes - so do a good many of the other old ladies - Nobody will think it odd - if she cackles on about poisoned milk, or dead children behind a fireplace, or a sinister kidnapping; nobody will really listen. They'll just think it's old Mrs So-and-So havitg her fancies ag
ain - nobody will take any notice at all.' 'Except Mrs Thomas Beresford,' said Tommy.
'All right, yes,' said Tuppence. 'I've taken notice ' 'But why did you?' 'I don't quite know,' said Tuppence slowly. 'It's like the fairy stories. By the pricking of my thumbs - Something evil this way comes - I felt suddenly scared. I'd always thought of Sunny Ridge as such a normal happy place - and suddenly I began to wonder - That's the only way I can put it. I wanted to fred out more. And now poor. old Mrs Lancaster has disappeared.
Somebody's spirited her away.' 'But why should they?' 'I can only think because she was getting worse - worse from their point of view - remembering more, perhaps, talking to people more, or perhaps she recognized someone - or someone recognized her - or told her something that gave her new ideas about something that had once happened. Anyway, for some reason or other she became dangerous to someone.' 'Look here, Tuppence, this whole thing is all somethings and someones. It's just an idea you've thought up. You don't want to go mixing yourself up in things that are no business of yours - 'There's nothing to be mixed up in according to you,' said Tuppence. 'So you needn't worry at all.' 'You leave Sunny Ridge alone.' 'I don't mean to go back to Sunny Ridge. I think they've told me all they know there. I think that that old lady was quite safe whilst she was there. I want to find out where she is now - I want to get to her wherever she is in time - before something happens to her.' 'What on earth do you think might happen to her?' 'I don't like to think. But I'm on the trail - I'm going to be Prudence Beresford, Private Investigator. Do you remember when we were Blunts Brilliant Detectives?' "I was,' said Tommy. 'You were Miss Robinson, my private secretary. ' 'Not all the time. Anyway, that's what I'm going to do while you're playing at International Espionage at Hush Hush Manor. It's the "Save Mrs Lancaster" that I'm going to be busy with.' 'You'll probably £md her perfectly all right.' 'I hope I shall. Nobody would be better pleased than I should.' 'How do you propose to set about it?' 'As I told you, I've got to think £n'st. Perhaps an advertisement of some kind? No, that would be a mistake.' 'Well, be careful,' said Tommy, rather inadequately.
Tuppence did not deign to reply.
III
On Monday morning, Albert, the domestic mainstay of the Beresfords' life for many long years, ever since he had been roped into anti-criminal activities by them as a carroty-haired lift-boy, deposited the tray of early morning tea on the table between the two beds, pulled back the curtains, announced that it was a frae day, and removed his now portly form from the room.
Tuppence yawned, sat up, rubbed her eyes, poured out a cup of tea, dropped a slice of lemon in it, and remarked that it seemed a nice day, but you never knew.
Tommy turned over and groaned.
'Wake up,' said Tuppence.' ,
Remember you re going places today.' 'Oh LOrd,' said Tommy. 'So I am.'
5O He, too, sat up and helped himself to tea. He looked with appreciation at the picture over the mantelpiece.
'I must say, Tuppence, your picture looks very nice.' 'It's the way the sun comes in from the window sideways and lights it up.' 'Peaceful,' said Tommy.
'If only I could remember where it was I'd seen it before.' 'I can't see that it matters. You'll remember sometime or other.' 'That's no good. I want to remember 'But why?' 'Don't you see? It's the only clue I've got. It was Mrs Lancaster's picture ' 'But the two things don't tie up together anyway,' said Tommy. 'I mean, it's true that the picture once belonged to Mrs Lancaster. But it may have been just a picture she bought at an exhibition or that somebody in her family did. It may have been a picture that somebody gave her as a present. She took it to Sunny Ridge with her because she thought it looked nice. There's no reason it should have anything to do with her personally. If it had, she wouldn't have given it to Aunt Ada.' 'It's the only clue I've got,' said Tuppence.
'It's a nice peaceful house,' said Tommy.
'All the same, I think it's an empty house.' 'What do you mean, empty?' 'I don't think,' said Tuppence, 'there's anybody living in it.
I don't think anybody's ever going to come out of that house.
Nobody's going to walk across that bridge, nobody's going to untie that boat and row away in it.' 'For goodness' sake, Tuppence.' Tommy stared at her.
'What's the matter with you?' 'I thought so the £wst time I saw it,' said Tuppence. 'I thought "What a nice house that would be to live in." And then I thought "But nobody does live here, I'm sure they don't." That shows you that I have seen it before. Wait a minute. Wait a minute.., it's coming. It's coming.' Tommy stared at her.
'Out of a /ndow,' said Tuppence breathlessly. 'Out of a car window? No, no, that would be the wrong angle. Running alongside the canal.., and a little hump-backed bridge and the pink walls of the house, the two poplar trees, more than two.
There were lots more poplar trees. Oh dear, oh dear, if I could ' 'Oh, come off it, Tuppence.' 'It will come back to me.' 'Good Lord,' Tommy looked at his watch. 'I've got to hurry.
You and your clji vu picture.' He jumped out of bed and hastened to the bathroom.
Tuppence lay back on her pillows and closed her eyes, trying to force a recollection that just remained elusively out of reach.
Tommy was pouring out a second cup of coffee in the dining-room when Tuppence appeared flushed with triumph.
'I've got it - I know where I saw that house. It was out of the window of a railway train.' 'Where? When?' 'I don't know. I'll have m think. I remember saying to myself: "Someday I'll go and look at that house" - and I tried to see what the name of the next station was. But you know what railways are nowadays. They've pullegi down half the stations - and the next one we went through was all torn down, and grass growing over the platforms, and no name board or anything.' 'where the hell's my brief-case? Albert!' A frenzied search took place.
Tommy came back to say a breathless goodbye. Tuppence was sitting looking meditatively at a fried egg.
'Goodbye,' said Tommy. 'And for God's sake, Tuppence, don't go poking into something that's none of your business.' 'I think,' said Tuppence, meditatively, 'that what I shall really do, is to take a few railway journeys.' Tommy looked slightly relieved.
'Yes,' he said encouragingly, 'you try that. Buy yourself a season ticket. There's some scheme where you can travel a thousand miles all over the British Isles for a very reasonable £txed sum. That ought to suit you down to the ground, Tuppence. You travel by all the trains you can think of in all the likely parts. That ought to keep you happy until I come home. again.' 'Give my love to Josh.' 'I will.' He added, looking at his wife in a worried manner, 'I wish you were coming with me. Don't - don't do anythin stupid, will you?' 'Of course not,' said Tuppence.
CHAPTER6
Tuppence on the Trail
'Oh dear,' sighed Tuppence, 'oh dear.' She looked round he with gloomy eyes. Never, she said to herself, had she felt more miserable. Naturally she had known she would miss Tommy but she had no idea how much she was going to miss him.
During the long course of their married life they had hardly ever been separated for any length of time. Starting before theis marriage, they had called themselves a pair of'young adventurers'.
They had been through various difficulties and danger', together, they had married, they had had two children and jus as the world was seeming rather dull and middle-aged to them, the second war had come about and in what seemed an almosl miraculous way they had been tangled up yet again on the outskirts of the British Intelligence. A somewhat ,.morthodo pair, they had been recruited by a quiet nondescript man wh{ called himself 'Mr Carter', but to whose word everybod] seemed to bow. They had had adventures, and once again the, had had them together. This, by the way, had not been planned by Mr Carter. Tommy alone had been recruited. But Tuppence displaying all her natural ingenuity, had managed to eavesdrop in such a fashion that when Tommy had arrived a' a guest house on the sea coast in the role of a certain M: Meadows, the first person he hd seen there had been a middle-aged lady plying knitting rseedles, who lhd looked up at him with innoc
ent eyes and whom he had b%n forced to greet as Mrs Blenkinsop. Thereafter they had WOrked as a pair.
However, thought Tuppence to herself, I can t do it this time.' No amount of eavesdropping, of ingenuity or anything else would take her to the recesses of Hush Hush Manor or to participation in the intricacies of I.U.A.S. Just n Old Boys Club, she thought resentfully, without Tommy the flat was empty, the world was lonely, and 'What on eaeah,' thought Tuppence, 'am I to do with myself?.' The question was really purely rl.etori,cal for Tppence had already started on the first steps of ¢nat she pmnnd to do with herself. There was no question this time ofintellignee work, of counter-espionage or anything of that kind. Ntthing of an official nature. 'Prudence Beresford, Private [nvestigator, that's what I am,' said Tuppence to herself.
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