The thirteenth tale (36 page)

‘Emmeline, poor child!“ the doctor exclaimed as he came near,
hand outstretched in a sympathetic gesture, as though to embrace me.

I took a step back, and he halted. “Emmeline?” In his eyes,
uncertainty flared. Adeline? It was not possible. It could not be. The name
died on his lips. “Forgive me,” he stammered. But still he did not know.

I did not help him out of his confusion. Instead I cried.

Not real tears. My real tears—and I had plenty of them, believe
me—were all stored up. Sometime, tonight or tomorrow or sometime soon, I did
not exactly know when, I would be alone and I would cry for hours. For John.
For me. I would cry out loud, shrieking my tears, the way I used to cry as a
little girl when only John could soothe me, stroking my hair with hands that
smelled of tobacco and the garden. Hot, ugly tears they would be, and when the
end came—if it came— my eyes would be so puffed up I would have only red-rimmed
slits to see out of.

But those were private tears, and not for this man. The tears I
gratified him with were fake ones. Ones to set off my green eyes the way
diamonds set off emeralds. And it worked. If you dazzle a man with green eyes,
he will be so hypnotized that he won’t notice there is someone inside the eyes
spying on him.

‘I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do for Mr. Digence,“ he said,
rising from beside the body.

It was odd to hear John’s real name.

‘However did it happen?“ He looked up at the balustrade where
John had been working, then bent over the ladder. ”Did the safety catch fail?“

I could look at the corpse without emotion, almost. “Might he
have slipped?” I wondered aloud. “Did he grab at the ladder as he fell and
bring it down after him?”

‘No one saw him fall?“

‘Our rooms are at the other side of the house, and the boy was
in the vegetable garden.“ The boy stood slightly apart from us, looking away
from the body.

‘Hmm. There is no family, I seem to remember.“

‘He always lived quite alone.“

‘I see. And where is your uncle? Why is he not here to meet me?“

I had no idea what John had told the boy about our situation. I
had to play it by ear.

With a sob to my voice, I told the doctor that my uncle had gone
away.

‘Away!“ The doctor frowned.

The boy did not react. Nothing to surprise him so far, then. He
stood looking at his feet so as not to look at the corpse, and I had time to
think him a sissy before going on to say, “My uncle won’t be back for a few
days.”

‘How many days?“

‘Oh! Now, when was it exactly he went away… ?“ I frowned and
made a little pretense of counting back the days. Then, allowing my eyes to
rest on the corpse, I let my knees quiver.

The doctor and the boy both leaped to my side, taking an elbow
each.

‘All right. Later, my dear, later.“

I permitted them to lead me around the house toward the kitchen
door.

‘I don’t know exactly what to do!“ I said as we rounded the
corner.

‘About what, exactly?“

‘The funeral.“

‘You don’t need to do anything. I will arrange the undertakers,
and the vicar will take care of the rest.“

‘But what about the money?“

‘Your uncle will settle that when he returns. Where is he, by
the way?

‘But what if he should be delayed?“

‘You think it likely he will be delayed?“

‘He’s an… unpredictable man.“

‘Indeed.“ The boy opened the kitchen door, and the doctor guided
me in and pulled out a chair. I collapsed into it.

‘The solicitor will sort out anything that needs doing, if it
comes to it. Now, where is your sister? Does she know what’s happened?“

I didn’t bat an eyelid. “She is sleeping.”

‘Just as well. Let her sleep, perhaps, eh?“

I nodded.

‘Now, who can look after you while you’re on your own here,
then?“

‘Look after us?“

‘You can hardly stay here on your own… Not after this. It was
rash of your uncle to leave you in the first place so soon after losing your
housekeeper and without finding a replacement. Someone must come.“

‘Is it really necessary?“ I was all tears and green eyes;
Emmeline wasn’t the only one who knew how to be womanly.

‘Well, surely you—“

‘It’s just that the last time someone came to take care of us—
You do remember our governess, don’t you?“ And I flashed him a look so mean and
so quick he could hardly believe he’d seen it. He had the grace to blush and
looked away. When he looked back, I was nothing but emeralds and diamonds
again.

The boy cleared his throat. “My grandmother could come and look
in, sir. Not to stay like, but she could come every day, just for a bit.”

Dr. Maudsley, disconcerted, considered. It was a way out, and he
was looking for a way out.

‘Well, Ambrose, I think that would be the ideal arrangement. In
the short term, at least. And no doubt your uncle will be back in a very few
days, in which case there will be no need, as you say, to, her, to—“

‘Indeed.“ I rose smoothly from my chair. ”So if you will see to
the undertakers, I will see the vicar.“ I held out my hand. ”Thank you for
coming so quickly.“

The man had lost his footing entirely. He rose to his feet at my
prompt, and I felt the brief touch of his fingers in mine. They were sweaty.

Once again he searched in my face for my name. Adeline or
Emmeline? Emmeline or Adeline? He took the only way out. “I’m sorry about Mr.
Digence. Truly I am, Miss March.”

‘Thank you, Doctor.“ And I hid my smile behind a veil of tears.

Dr. Maudsley nodded at the boy on his way out and closed the
door behind him.

Now for the boy himself.

I waited for the doctor to get away, then opened the door and
invited the boy to go through it. “By the way,” I said as he reached the
threshold, in a voice that showed I was mistress of the house, “there’s no need
for your grandmother to come in.”

He gave me a curious look. Here was one who saw the green eyes
and the girl inside them.

‘Just as well,“ he said with a casual touch to the brim of his
cap, ”since I haven’t got a grandmother.“

*       
*        *

‘I’ll help you,“ he had said, but he was only a boy. He did know
how to drive a car, though.

The next day he drove us to the solicitor in Banbury, I beside
him and Emmeline behind. After a quarter of an hour waiting under the eye of a
receptionist, we were finally asked into Mr. Lomax’s office. He looked at
Emmeline and he looked at me and he said, “No need to ask who you two are.”

‘We’re in something of a quandary,“ I explained. ”My uncle is
absent, and our gardener has died. It was an accident. A tragic accident, since
he has no family and has worked for us forever, I do feel the family should pay
for the funeral, only we are a little short…“

His eyes veered from me to Emmeline and back again.

‘Please excuse my sister. She is not quite well.“ Emmeline did
indeed look odd. I had let her dress in her outmoded finery, and her eyes were
so full of beauty to leave room for anything so mundane as intelligence.

‘Yes,“ said Mr. Lomax, and he lowered his voice a sympathetic
half-tone. ”I had heard something to that effect.“

Responding to his kindness, I leaned over the desk and confided,
and of course, with my uncle—well, you’ve had dealings with him, so you’ll
know, won’t you? Things are not always terribly easy there, either.“ I offered
him my most transparent stare. ”In fact, it’s a real treat to talk to someone
sensible for a change!“

He turned the rumors he had heard over in his mind. One of the
twins was not quite right, they said. Well, he concluded, clearly no flies the
other one.

‘The pleasure is entirely mutual, Miss, er, forgive me, but what
was your father’s name again?“

‘The name you are after is March. But we have become used to
being known by our mother’s name. The Angelfield twins, they call us in the
village. No one remembers Mr. March, especially us. We never had the chance to
meet him, you see. And we have no dealings at all with his family. I have often
thought it would be better to change our names formally.

‘Can be done. Why not? Simple matter, really.“

‘But that’s for another day. Today’s business…“

‘Of course. Now let me put your mind at rest about this funeral.
You don’t know when your uncle will be back, I take it?“

‘It may be quite some time,“ I said, which was not exactly a
lie.

‘It doesn’t matter. Either he will be back in time to settle the
expenses himself, or if he is not, then I will settle it on his behalf and sort
things out when he comes home.“

I turned my face into the picture of relief he was looking for,
and while he was still warm with the pleasure of having been able to take the
load off my mind, I plied him with a dozen questions about what would happen if
a girl like me, having the responsibility of a sister like mine, should have
the misfortune of mislaying her guardian for good. In a few words he explained
the whole situation to me, and I saw clearly the steps I would have to take and
how soon I would need to take them. “Not that any of this applies to you, in
your position!” he concluded, as if he had quite run away with himself in
painting this alarming scenario and wished he could take back three quarters of
what he had said. “After all, your uncle will be back with you in a few short
days.”

‘God willing!“ I beamed at him.

We were at the door when Mr. Lomax remembered the essential
thing.

‘Incidentally, I don’t suppose he left an address?“

‘You know my uncle!“

‘I thought as much. You do know approximately where he is,
though?“

I liked Mr. Lomax, but it didn’t stop me lying to him when I had
to. Lying was second nature to a girl like me.

‘Yes… that is, no.“

He gave me a serious look. “Because if you don’t know where he
is…” His mind returned to all the legalities he had just enumerated for me.

‘Well, I can tell you where he said he was going.“

Mr. Lomax looked at me, eyebrows raised.

‘He said he was going to Peru.“

Mr. Lomax’s rounded eyes bulged, and his mouth dropped open.

‘But of course, we both know that’s ridiculous, don’t we?“ I
finished. ”He can’t possibly be in Peru, can he?“

And with my most reassured, most pluckily capable smile, I
closed the door behind me, leaving Mr. Lomax to worry on my behalf.

The day of the funeral came and still I hadn’t had a chance to
cry. Every day there had been something. First the vicar, then villagers
arriving warily at the door, wanting to know about wreaths and flowers; even
Mrs. Maudsley came, polite but cold, as though I were somehow tainted with
Hester’s crime. “Mrs. Proctor, the boy’s grandmother, has been a marvel,” I
told her. “Do thank your husband for suggesting it.”

Through it all I suspected that the Proctor boy was keeping an
eye in me, though I could never quite catch him at it.

John’s funeral wasn’t the place to cry, either. It was the very
last place. For I was Miss Angelfield, and who was he? Only the gardener. At
the end of the service, while the vicar was speaking kindly, uselessly, to
Emmeline—Would she like to attend church more frequently? God’s love was a
blessing to all his creatures—I listened to Mr. Lomax and Dr. Maudsley, who
thought themselves out of earshot behind my back.

‘A competent girl,“ the solicitor said to the doctor. ”I don’t
think le quite realizes the gravity of the situation; you realize no one knows
here the uncle is? But when she does, I’ve no doubt she’ll cope. I’ve it things
in train to sort out the money side of things. She was worried lout paying for
the gardener’s funeral, of all things. A kind heart to go with the wise head on
her shoulders.“

‘Yes,“ said the doctor weakly.

‘I was always under the impression—don’t know where it came
from, mind you—that the two of them were… not quite right. But now I’ve met
them it’s plain as day that it’s only the one of them afflicted. A mercy. Of
course, you’ll have known how it was all along, being their doctor.“

The doctor murmured something I did not hear.

‘What’s that?“ the solicitor asked. ”Mist, did you say?“

There was no answer, then the solicitor asked another question.
“Which one is which, though? I never did find out when they came to see me.
What is the name of the one who is sensible?”

I turned just enough to be able to see them out of the corner of
my eye. The doctor was looking at me with the same expression he had had in his
eyes during the whole service. Where was the dull-minded child he had kept in
his house for several months? The girl who could not lift a spoon to her lips
or speak a word of English, let alone give instructions for a funeral and ask
intelligent questions of a solicitor. I understood the source of his
bafflement.