Concluding (1948)

by Henry Green

  "Are they . . . ?" he asked, and drew himself up to his full height, but checked his tongue in time. "Why, what about my animal?"

  "They don't like pussy cats, those two, do they?" she answered.

  "Two faced, cats are," he said, watching her closely. She took a whole azalea right into her mouth. "Cupboard love," he said, and wiped his spectacles.

  "Why shouldn't I, if I want. They taste good," she said, after she had got rid of the flower into a hand and dropped it behind her back.

  "Not you," he said.

  "Cats."

  "What's cupboard love, exactly?" she asked, knowing full well, but to cover herself.

  "Greed, that's all."

  "You are queer, Mr Rock," she said.

  There was a pause while he put his spectacles on once more. "Have they come upon the other girl yet?" the old man enquired, getting on with his task. "Or why have they returned?"

  "Mary, oh I know where she is," Moira told him.

  "Where's that?" Mr Rock quietly demanded.

  "She's down under water in the lake of course," the girl said.

  "Is she now?" this old man commented, but did not look up from what he was at. "Have you been to see?"

  She gave a small, affected shriek. "Me? Who d'you think I am? Oh, I simply couldn't."

  "Then how d'you come by your information?"

  "That's easy," the girl said. "Winstanley asked permission for the staff to bathe as today's a holiday, and Ma Marchbanks said better not, because Mary was drowned in it."

  "When did you learn?" he enquired, selecting another stick to chop.

  "Why everyone's heard." A silence fell.

  "Where's George Adams at work?" Mr Rock asked next.

  "He's to fetch the pine trees she wants round the Hall for tonight. We're to put salt over to look like snow. Only Miss Edge won't be so keen. Why?"

  "Because in that case I should have thought he would be better employed if he dragged the water," Mr Rock said. He was watching the girl now.

  "Oh Mr Rock you are dreadful, really," she cried out. "The horrible things you think."

  "Dear, dear," he said, and bent down again. There was a pause.

  "What did you make of it when Mr Birt found Merode?" she once more asked, with a giggle. He made no reply.

  "She told me all," she went on. "You see, they'd locked her into the bathrooms so she could have a good cry, you know what a tremendous cry baby she is, but there's a grating on the floor above, or there's two, one above and one underneath. Anyway Matron hasn't discovered yet, so I was able to get on to Merode."

  "Moira," he said uneasily, "you'll grow up an old maid."

  She laughed out loud. "Me?" she said. "I don't think," largely understating this. "Why, Mr Rock?"

  "Because you will."

  "No, why?"

  "All this chitter chatter."

  "But I'm only explaining what happened, aren't I? No she, that's Merode, confessed up she'd gone out at night to meet him. Lots of the girls do."

  "Oh? Go out to meet Sebastian Birt?" His voice was sharp.

  "Oh, why Mr Birt specially? But they do at night."

  "But how do you know?" Mr Rock asked. The jealousy he felt over this man obscured his judgement, so that he was not sure what to believe.

  "That's easy," the girl replied. "He said he was off to London last night, for the holiday, then stayed after all."

  "Who told you? Was it Merode?"

  "I said, didn't I? Marion's senior girl at orderly duty today, and Mrs Blain said so. Which reminds me. You mustn't keep me here to pass along the news the way you are. I'm due back in the kitchen. I might tell you it's hard work jollying Mrs Blain, with all she's got on."

  "Why do you say Miss Baker and Miss Edge are back?"

  "Because I saw them come up the drive. Is that good enough for once? But they didn't see me, no thank you."

  "Well, well. They missed a sight then, didn't they, Moira?"

  "Oh you are dreadful this morning. Now I'll ask you a question. Where's Dan?"

  "Who?"

  "I mean Ted."

  "The goose? She's fed. It was a good thing I had plenty."

  "Why, how's that?"

  "Because she's down by the water, this minute, if I know much of Ted," Mr Rock said.

  She gave another little shriek.

  "Mr Rock that's foul," she cried.

  "Grubbing about," he added.

  "I shan't stay if you're like this. All you ever want is to give me creeps," she said.

  "You'll stay," he countered.

  "Why, how's that?" she repeated, making no move to depart.

  "You told me you'd have to get back a long while since."

  There was a pause while she pouted. But he did not bother to notice.

  "Will you come to the dance tonight?" she asked, in a small voice.

  "I might," he said.

  "Because, if you did, I'd sit one out with you."

  "That's a more sensible suggestion than saying you'd spare me a dance." He chopped harder at the branch.

  "Because, if you did, I might even give you a kiss," she continued. The chopping stopped. But he did not look up.

  "There's an absurd idea," he said loudly. "If you want to know I've completely forgotten about it."

  "I mean what I promise," she insisted.

  "All I intended to convey," he said, frightened and embarrassed, "was, thank God, I've reached an age when I've long since forgotten everything to do with all such nonsense. Now do you understand?"

  "No," she answered.

  "Then why not?"

  "Because I bet you haven't really," she said. He went on with his work rather fast.

  "Well, well," he tried to pass it off, uneasily.

  "I don't know what else a girl can promise," she suggested. He let this go.

  Then she began again. She dropped her voice to a whisper, so that he unwillingly stopped work to catch what was said through the disfiguring deafness.

  "Now this is really secret," she informed him. "Have you heard about Mr Adams?"

  "Look, Moira, I'm not here to chatter with students."

  "Oh, if someone doesn't want to listen, I can't make them, can I?"

  "All right," he said. "There's no need to be forward." She inferred from this last remark that she had his blessing.

  "There's some of the juniors meet Mr Adams of a night time. If we could only find which, we'd put an end to that, double quick."

  "Who's we?" he asked, surprised into going on with it.

  "Why, the seniors."

  "Miss Baker and Miss Edge don't know, then?"

  "Those two old pussies," she protested. "They'll never learn what really happens here. But that's why it's so silly your saying what you just did. You and he are the same age, anyway there can't be more between you than there is between me and one of the juniors."

  "You're out of your mind, child. I'm old enough to be the man's father. And in any case, I don't like this."

  "I'm sorry," she said, with an extraordinary look of innocence.

  "That's all right. I've forgotten all about it," he repeated severely. But he straightened his back, and took off the spectacles once more, to wipe them.

  "Then you will come to the dance tonight," she announced.

  "I might," he said. "Will Miss Edge and Miss Baker be in attendance?"

  "Of course. They've come back already, like I told. Anyway they only go up for the day, Wednesdays. No, they had to come home in a rush because of Mary and Merode. And when we gave them all the start we could."

  "What?" he protested, laughing at last. "If this is any more of your nonsense then I don't want it, that's all."

  "Well you see," she said, "Mary was almost forever on orderly duty. Edge said she always was so neat. Marion's the senior today and when Mary didn't turn up, because I promise I never heard a word about Merode till later, Marion asked what she should tell the old grumps. And sure enough Edge spotted Mary wasn't there at once, so Marion told her like
I said, that Mary had gone to Matron."

  "I don't understand a word," he protested more cheerfully still, and went back to his work.

  "Oh, you are dense," she cried. "D'you know while I stand here to pass the time of day with you my arms are simply dropping from all these branches for the dance?" She was indeed a lovely sight as she stood before him. But he laughed once more.

  "Then you'd better rid yourself," he said.

  "You are in a dreadful mood today. Goodbye for now," she said, and went off, happily pouting.

  "Now dear our Directives," Baker said as Marchbanks left the room. "Be careful, do dear. You said yourself the child should not be cross-examined."

  "But, Baker, she has not been crossexamined, has she?" Edge cried out, and pushed the saucer away with its empty cup. "If she has, this is the first I have heard."

  "Her parents are not living, dear. If they hold an Enquiry they'll call it cross-examination."

  "Oh, it does so aggravate one, Baker. Because she holds the answer to Mary's whereabouts."

  "Wherever the poor child may be, with her parents away in Brazil, she can stay for a while yet," Miss Baker said, dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief, rather in the same way that Mr Dakers had patted his mouth at breakfast.

  "Why, what on earth do you mean?" Miss Edge protested. "You are surely not going to suggest. . . ?"

  "I suggest nothing, dear," Baker insisted in a tired voice. "All I say is that Mary can't have got very far, unless of course she has a conveyance. We left instructions about the station and the coaches, and now you have a policeman to see you. No, we must remember the poor mite was sick."

  "I know nothing of it," Edge objected. "Her name is not down on Matron's list."

  "But don't you recollect, dear? It was you who asked what had happened to Mary at breakfast, and Marion told you she'd gone to Matron!'

  "So she did," Miss Edge exclaimed. "That puts an entirely different complexion on the matter. In fact, when I come to consider, I cannot understand how Marchbanks has not been able to drag the wretched girl back to us already. So unnecessary, too, to send for the Inspector. Because he will need some good reason to explain our bringing him up here. The staff simply will not take in what I keep drumming into them about undesirable publicity."

  "We haven't found her yet, dear."

  But Edge had now gone to the opposite extreme, was overconfident. "Why," she said, and left her desk to go over to the window, "the whole affair is a mare's nest, something tells me." Miss Baker had also risen. She moved over to the telephone.

  "And such a shame," Miss Edge continued, holding on to folded curtains at either side with both hands, to face a bright prospect as though crucified. "What a very real shame to torture our nerves in this glorious weather just when the old Place is at its own great best."

  "Madam here," Baker said into the receiver. "Would you have Marion sent along at once."

  The child must have been expecting it, for, in next to no time, there was her knock on the door.

  "Marion," Miss Edge asked, as though Baker had telephoned on her instructions. "When did Mary go to Matron?"

  "I couldn't say, ma'am."

  "But you told us at breakfast, surely you recollect."

  "Yes ma'am."

  "When did you see her last then, child?"

  "I didn't see her, ma'am."

  "You didn't see her?" Edge echoed, an ugly note in her voice. "Oh but, excuse me, you must have. You told us." Marion stood in silence. She looked guilty. "You mean you connived at this disappearance, Marion? Just when my sixth sense had led me to ask you where she was. You say now she never went to Matron?"

  "They told me she had, ma'am."

  "And who was that, pray?"

  "The other girls, ma'am."

  "Then you never even saw her this morning?" Miss Baker asked, white about the lips once she found her fears confirmed.

  "No ma'am." There was a silence. Edge came away from the window, went right up to the child.

  "You can go now, Marion," she said. "But we shall have to see you later about the whole wretched business, once we have got right to the bottom of it. I fear you may not have been quite straight with us, child."

  "But I ..." the girl began, raising limpid, spaniel's eyes to Miss Edge, and that were filling with easy tears, when the lady broke in on her.

  "Yes, you can go, Marion," she repeated. "Perhaps you did not quite catch what I said?"

  A call to Matron told them she had not seen Mary since last night.

  "If you would manage the Inspector I'll just have a word with Matron, I think," Baker informed Edge.

  "I shall get rid of the man," this lady agreed, with decision.

  When the sergeant came he mopped his brow.

  "Such lovely weather we have had, and it continues," Edge said, as she took him by the hand. "Tell me, would you like a glass of beer after your long ride?" she asked, for she had not reached the position she now held without learning the ways of this world.

  "Thank you, ma'am," the sergeant accepted. He sat down before the two desks, one of which lay vacant. His face was traditional, the colour of butcher's meat. When she had ordered his ale over the telephone, she asked, "And how is my friend the Inspector?"

  "Ah," the sergeant said. "He was put out, there you are. He asked me to make his excuses, ma'am."

  "Yes, the paper work does not grow less, does it?"

  "There you are," the man repeated, in agreement. Edge bit her lip with impatience to be rid of him, for she felt there was so little time, and then, at that very instant, a scheme began to form in her mind. "It's not often he gets outside," the sergeant ended.

  "Now, this is your beer," Edge announced brightly as one of the juniors on orderly duty carried it in. "Wonders will never cease. They have not forgotten the opener. Time was when a great Place like this brewed its own. You prefer yours in draught, perhaps? But then those days are not missed, not as we are now," she said, with fervour.

  He hastily agreed. Behind his big, blank face he wondered once more. He took a pull at the glass. As might have been expected, the beer was flat.

  "Which way did you come? It looks so beautiful today, I think," she said.

  "By the back," he answered, and wiped his mouth with a handkerchief in such a manner that, for a moment, she wondered if it could be to hide a smile. "I saved a half mile," he said.

  "Oh so you came along by Mr Rock's, then?" she made a sure guess, at her most affable. "What a wonderful man for his age."

  "He is that," the sergeant said.

  "And I dare say you saw some of our dear girls," Miss Edge went on. "At their search," she said, then pulled herself up. "Seeking out our decorations," she explained. "You could not be expected to know, of course, but today is our Anniversary, and we are to hold a little jollification for the children. Oh, no-one will come in from outside," she assured him. "Just a small private gathering and, naturally, we have to dress the premises. So then, because we take pride in what has been entrusted to us, I gave the strictest instructions that they were not to cut the blooms where this could make itself felt, because at the present glorious season, down here, to see is to feel, sergeant."

  He had a vision of six hundred golden legs, bare to the morning, and said, "Yes, ma'am." At the same time he had not forgotten what had been hinted on the way, and saw one pair of dripping legs.

  "Yes," she agreed, "today our routine is disrupted. But that was not why I needed the Inspector."

  The sergeant waited.

  "No," she said. "The fact is, Miss Baker and I are made really anxious by what we have noticed in the Press these last few weeks. Up and down the country, sergeant, there have been such distressful cases, so horrible, so inhuman we think, because we have discussed the thing, naturally, though not outside these four walls, of course. I refer to all this interference with young girls, sergeant."

  Ah, now we are getting somewhere, he thought to himself. Although it was not to be quite what he expected. "Interf
erence madam?" he asked. But she seemed not to know how to proceed.

  "Oh hardly anything really serious," she went on. "Though I always maintain the indictable offence is encouraged, or perhaps provoked would be a better word, by the other party." Here she paused once more.

  "By the complainant?" he prompted.

  "Exactly," she said. "You will realise that it is a little difficult for me to express myself, how delicate . . .," she said, leaning back in her chair, smiling at him defiantly. "But we have noticed so many cases, up and down the land, where girls have been stopped by strangers. And here, it so happens, we are particularly vulnerable. I mean by that, not only our old tumble down Park walls, which are a positive invitation to itinerant labour, but our Mission here which, from the very nature of it, focuses attention upon our little Pursuits."

  "Tramps," the sergeant broke in, not quite caught up with her.

  "Because we are Trustees, you understand," she went on, after a short silence to give him time. "We stand in the shoes of our students' parents, it is a very real trust which the State has put upon us here, and, as Its Servants, we should not leave a stone unturned ..." She seemed to search for the right phrase. He watched as she closed her eyes. He waited. "After all, prevention is better than cure," she brought out at last, smiling at him, bright and sharp.

  "What exactly did you have in mind, miss?"

  "It was more a premonition, sergeant. But Miss Baker and I experienced what we did so acutely that we decided to talk it over with the Inspector. I suppose we felt in need of advice as much as anything. Because we particularly noted in the papers that it always seems to be the older men, I mean of a certain age."

  "Have you anyone in view, ma'am?" the sergeant asked. The drift of her remarks had not escaped him.

  "But I have just told you," she said, with another bright smile. "Our Park wall that we rightly cannot get the labour to have repaired. Anyone can step over."

  "You feel you would like a watch kept?"

  "I hope I have more sense of the urgency of the times in which we live," she replied, with a slight show of indignation. "No," she went on, "we are aware how you yourselves are short staffed also. And of course it is not our girls," she said. "In that sense they are above reproach, absolutely. They are hand picked. As you realise, it is a privilege, a reward for preliminary work well done, for them to be sent to us. No," she wound up, leaning slightly forward while at the same time she took her eyes off his face, "to tell you the truth, we did wonder if you might have information of any characters locally."