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And really, you know, nobody can do that but yourself. My dear, have you seen what Christian Dior is trying to make us wear in the way of skirts?
Where was I? Oh yes, Fashion. The State has stepped in. All these young criminals and potential criminals. Crazy with enthusiasm! One of those men of enormous will power who like living on a banana and a piece of toast and put all their energies into a Cause. And Carrie Louise eats it up — just as she always did. And the place stiff with occupational therapists and teachers and enthusiasts, half of them quite mad.
Cranks, all the lot of them, and my little Carrie Louise in the middle of it all! Miss Marple said in a faintly puzzled voice: And I felt all along that there was something wrong.
Yes, something is wrong down there. You always had. The things that go on in a pure peaceful village would probably surprise you. Really sometimes hardly enough to eat, and of course, far too proud ever to appeal to old friends. A very ingenious and plausible approach. Not in the least — if it is 18 They do it with Mirrors necessary. You think it is necessary — and I am inclined to agree with you.
What have you heard? Quite sure, you know, that something was wrong — badly wrong — and yet being quite unable to say why. Her father, the old Admiral, had been very peculiar for some time, and the very next day he went for her with the coal hammer, roaring out that she was Antichrist masquerading as his daughter.
He nearly killed her. They took him away to the asylum and she eventually recovered after months in hospital — but it was a very near thing. She was wearing her 19 p q Sunday hat the wrong way round. Her father, you see, had thrown a marble paperweight at her and it had shattered the looking-glass.
She had caught up her hat, put it on, and hurried out of the house. Anxious to keep up appearances and for the servants not to hear anything. Though she ought to have realised it clearly enough. He was always complaining to her of being spied upon and of enemies — all the usual symptoms, in fact.
A little unfair, perhaps, on my nephew Raymond. To let it be thought that he does not assist me, I mean. Still, the dear boy is in 20 They do it with Mirrors Mexico for six months. And by that time it should all be over. Three weeks, perhaps — a month. That should be ample. Or so you say. There were no children and Carrie Louise took that very much to heart. Gulbrandsen was a widower, and had three grown-up sons. Eventually they adopted a child. Pippa, they called her — a lovely little creature.
She was just two years old when they got her. What was her background?
An Adoption Society, maybe? Or some unwanted child that Gulbrandsen had heard about. But please go on. I understand from doctors that that quite often happens. And then Mildred, when she arrived, was really a very unattractive child.
Carrie Louise was always so anxious to make no difference between the adopted child and her own child that I think she rather tended to overindulge Pippa and pass over Mildred. Sometimes I think that Mildred resented it. Pippa grew up a very beautiful girl and Mildred grew up a plain one. At twenty Pippa married an Italian, the Marchese di San Severiano — oh, quite a genuine Marchese — not an adventurer, or anything like that.
Gulbrandsen left an equal sum in trust for both his own and his adopted daughter. Mildred married a Canon Strete — a nice man but given to colds in the head. Quite a happy marriage, I believe. Pippa married her Italian. Carrie Louise was quite pleased about the marriage. A year later Pippa had a daughter and died in childbirth.
It was a terrible tragedy and Guido San Severiano was very cut up. Carrie Louise went to and fro between Italy and England a good deal, and it was in Rome that she met Johnnie Restarick and married him. The Marchese married again and he was quite willing for his little daughter to be brought up in England by her exceedingly wealthy grandmother. Mildred married her Canon soon afterwards. Then came all this business of Johnnie and the Yugoslavian woman and the divorce.
The boys still came to Stonygates for their holidays and were devoted to Carrie Louise, and then in , I think it was, Carrie Louise married Lewis. She very sweetly took me to Covent Garden — to the Opera.
Well, Lewis was a very suitable person for her to marry. He was well off, just about her own age, and a man of absolutely upright life. But he was a crank. He was absolutely rabid on the subject of the redemption of young criminals.
My mother used to do it. Feeding the body gave way to feeding the mind. Everyone went mad on educating the lower classes. Then Lewis came along with his passionate enthusiasm about constructive training for juvenile delinquents.
He was more and more convinced that juvenile delinquents were not subnormal — that they had excellent brains and abilities and only needed right direction. Promise, Jane? A kindly fellow passenger handed out her suitcase after her, and Miss Marple, clutching a string bag, a faded leather handbag and some miscellaneous wraps, uttered appreciative twitters of thanks.
Market Kindle was a large empty windswept station with hardly any passengers or railway staff to be seen on it.
The personality of the young man did not quite match his voice. It was as if Buckingham Palace had been dismissed as no more important than 3 Laburnum Road. Mrs Serrocold asked me to meet you. I help Mr Serrocold in his work. Miss Marple began to wonder about Edgar Lawson. They came out of the station and Edgar guided the old lady to where a rather elderly Ford V.
A new gleaming two-seater Rolls Bentley came purring into the station yard and drew up in front of the Ford. A very beautiful young woman jumped out of it and came across to them.
The fact that she wore dirty corduroy slacks and a simple shirt open at the neck seemed somehow to enhance the fact that she was not only beautiful but expensive.
I came to meet 31 p q her. What was your journey like? Simply foul? What a nice string bag. I love string bags. He protested.
It was all arranged. But the others. Gina shot a swift sideways glance at her companion. It seems so queer. To youth it seems very odd to think that age was once young and pigtailed and struggled with decimals and English literature. Grandam, you know, gives one a curiously ageless feeling. What Steve calls Best Victorian Lavatory period. Enjoying themselves madly. Rather like Scout-masters, only worse. The young criminals are rather pets, some of them.
One showed me how to diddle locks with a bit of wire and one angelic-faced boy gave me a lot of points about coshing people. I suppose some people have these sort of urges to make the world a better place.
Mr Lawson. He helps Mr Serrocold, he told me. Is he his secretary? He used to stay at hotels and pretend he was a V. But Lewis goes through a routine with them all. Makes them feel one of the family and gives them jobs to do and all that to encourage their sense of responsibility. I daresay we shall be murdered by one of them one of these days. Miss Marple did not laugh. The drive was badly kept and the grounds seemed neglected. But it does look rather terrible. Map to be inserted!! Philanthropy had added to it in various wings and outbuildings which, while not positively dissimilar in style, had robbed the structure as a whole of any cohesion or purpose.
It was as though a young girl was giving an exaggerated imitation of old age. Her hair was grey, but it had always been of a silvery fairness and the colour had changed very little. Her skin had still a rose leaf pink and white appearance, though now it was a crumpled rose leaf. Her eyes had still their starry innocent glance. Years since I saw you, Jane dear. Inside I go on feeling just a chit like Gina. Perhaps everyone does. It seems only a few months ago that we were at Florence.
Do you remember Fraulein Schweich and her boots? They walked together to a side door. In the doorway a gaunt elderly lady met them. She had an arrogant nose, a short haircut and wore stout well-cut tweeds. What will Mr Serrocold say? She introduced Miss Bellever to Miss Marple.
Nurse, dragon, watchdog, secretary, housekeeper and very faithful friend. I wonder why you ever try. Where are you putting Miss Marple? Shall I take her up? And then bring her down to tea.
The furniture was mahogany, big and solid, and the bed was a vast mahogany fourposter. Miss Bellever opened a door into a connecting bathroom. This was unexpectedly modern, orchid in colouring and with much dazzling chromium. She observed grimly: Did you ever know him at all? Mrs Serrocold and I have met very seldom though we have always corresponded. A complete rotter. But pleasant to have about the house.
Great charm. Women liked him far too much. That was his undoing in the end. Do you want a wash before tea? Miss Marple went into the bathroom and washed her hands and dried them a little nervously on a very beautiful orchid-coloured face towel.
Then she removed her hat and patted her soft white hair into place. It was built by a prosperous iron master — or something of that kind. He went bankrupt not long after. There were about fourteen living-rooms — all enormous. And all those huge bedrooms. Such a lot of unnecessary space. Mine is terribly overpowering — and quite a long way to walk from the bed to the dressing table. And great heavy dark crimson curtains. But the East and West wings have been completely remodelled.
The boys are all in the College building — you can see it from here. Then her eyes fell on something nearer at hand, and she smiled a little. I sent her to America at the beginning of the war — to Ruth. Did Ruth talk about her at all? At least she did just mention her. He was a Marine and had a very good war record.
And a week later they were married. Young people belong to their generation. Ruth, though, was terribly upset. However, the thing was done. I was so glad when Gina accepted my invitation to come over here with her husband. They look on this as their home. He runs our dramatic branch. We have a theatre, you know, and plays — we encourage all the artistic instincts. Lewis says that so much of this juvenile crime is due to exhibitionism, most of the boys have had such a thwarted unhappy home life, and these hold-ups and burglaries make them feel heroes.
We urge them to write their own plays and act in them and design and paint their own scenery. Steve is in charge of the theatre. Her long-distance sight was good as many of her neighbours knew to their cost in the village of St Mary Mead and she saw very clearly the dark handsome face of Stephen Restarick as he stood facing Gina, talking eagerly.
Lewis Serrocold was a short man, not particularly impressive in appearance, but with a personality that immediately marked him out.
Ruth had once said of him that he was more like a dynamo than a human being.
He usually concentrated entirely on what was immediately occupying his attention and paid no attention to the objects or persons who were surrounding them. Back at his tricks again. And I really did think he meant to go straight this time if he got a proper chance. He was most earnest about it. Not even stuff he could want or sell. That shows that it must be psychological. A nice lad, too, not too many brains, but a really nice boy. Unspeakable home he came from. It will make such a great difference to Caroline to have a friend of old days with whom she can exchange memories.
She has in many ways a grim time here — so much sadness in the stories of these poor children. That Lewis Serrocold was a man who would always put causes before people she did not doubt for a moment. It might have irritated some women, but not Carrie Louise. Lewis Serrocold sorted out another letter. This is from the Wiltshire and Somerset Bank. Young Morris is doing 48 They do it with Mirrors extremely well. I always knew that all he needed was responsibility — that, and a thorough grasp of the handling of money and what it means.
Well, I believe in — what shall I say? Our greatest successes have been that way — only two out of thirty-eight have let us down. I told Jolly.
The others are there. Tea seemed a rather incongruous meal in its surroundings. The tea things were piled haphazard on a tray — white utility cups mixed with the remnants of what had been 49 p q Rockingham and Spode tea services.
There was a loaf of bread, two pots of jam, and some cheap and unwholesome-looking cakes. A plump middle-aged woman with grey hair sat behind the tea table and Mrs Serrocold said: My daughter Mildred. She had married late in her thirties a Canon of the Church of England and was now a widow. She was a plain woman with a large unexpressive face and dull eyes.
He nodded awkwardly and went on cramming cake into his mouth. Presently Gina came in with Stephen Restarick. They were both very animated. Edgar Lawson came in and sat down by Lewis Serrocold.
When Gina spoke to him, he made a pretence of not answering. There were more people still at dinner, a young Dr Maverick who was either a psychiatrist or a psychologist — Miss Marple was rather hazy about the difference — and whose conversation, dealing almost entirely with the jargon of his trade, was practically unintelligible to her. The meal was not a particularly appetizing one.
It was indifferently cooked and indifferently served. A variety of costumes were worn. Miss Bellever wore a high black dress, Mildred Strete wore evening dress and a woollen cardigan over it. Carrie Louise had on a short dress of grey wool — Gina was resplendent in a kind of peasant get up.
Wally had not changed, nor had Stephen Restarick, Edgar Lawson had on a neat dark blue suit. Lewis Serrocold wore the conventional dinner jacket. He ate very little and hardly seemed to notice what was on his plate. The occupational therapist 51 p q and the schoolmasters went away to some lair of their own. Mildred knitted an indeterminate garment and Miss Bellever darned socks.
Wally sat in a chair gently tilted backwards and stared into space. Carrie Louise and Miss Marple talked about old days. The conversation seemed strangely unreal. He sat down and then got up restlessly. He was going to talk over one or two points with Dr Maverick this evening. A complete fool! Very different indeed. Jane thinks it was very kind of you to meet her. Miss Bellever snorted: Mildred Strete clicked her needles and said sharply: Of course I blame Gina very much.
She does nothing but make trouble. One day she encourages the young 53 q p man and the next day she snubs him. What can you expect? He said: It did not seem to Miss Marple that Carrie Louise was affected in any way by what was going on round her. Stephen was in love with Gina. Gina might or might not be in love with Stephen.
Walter Hudd was clearly not enjoying himself. These were incidents that might and did occur in all places and at most times. There was, unfortunately, nothing exceptional about them. They ended in the divorce court and everybody hopefully started again — when fresh tangles were created. Mildred Strete was clearly jealous of Gina and disliked her. That, Miss Marple thought, was very natural. She thought over what Ruth Van Rydock had told her.
Relief of tension, maybe, and then Nature can do its work. He had added that it was usually hard lines on the adopted child. But that had not been so in this case. Both Gulbrandsen and his wife had adored little Pippa. Gulbrandsen was already a father. Paternity meant nothing new to him.
There remained two little girls growing up, one pretty and amusing, the other plain and dull. Which again, Miss Marple thought, was quite natural. For when people adopt a baby girl, they choose a pretty one. And though Mildred might have been lucky and taken after the Martins who had produced handsome Ruth and dainty Carrie Louise, Nature elected that she should take after the Gulbrandsens, who were large and stolid and uncompromisingly plain.
Moreover, Carrie Louise was determined that the adopted child should never feel her position, and in 55 p q making sure of this she was over-indulgent to Pippa and sometimes less than fair to Mildred.
Pippa had married and gone away to Italy, and Mildred for a time had been the only daughter of the house. There had been the new marriage — the Restarick boys. Presumably she had been happy — but one did not really know. There had been no children. And now here she was, back again in the same house where she had been brought up. And once again, Miss Marple thought, not particularly happy in it.
Gina, Stephen, Wally, Mildred, Miss Bellever who liked an ordered routine and was unable to enforce it. Lewis Serrocold who was clearly blissfully and whole-heartedly happy; an idealist able to translate his ideals into practical measures.
Carrie Louise seemed secure, remote at the heart of the whirlpool — as she had been all her life. What then, in that atmosphere, had Ruth felt to be wrong. Did she, Jane Marple, feel it also? Edgar Lawson reminded her of someone or something. There was something a little wrong about Edgar Lawson — perhaps more than a little.
What worried her was something more than that. Their condition distressed her. They had once been an ambitiously set out achievement. Clumps of rhododendrons, smooth slopes of lawns, massed borders of herbaceous plants, clipped boxhedges surrounding a formal rose garden.
The kitchen gardens, on the other hand, enclosed by red brick walls, were prosperous and well stocked. That, presumably, was because they had a utility value. As she stood with it in her hand, Edgar Lawson came into view. Seeing Miss Marple, he stopped and hesitated. Miss Marple had no mind to let him escape. She called him briskly. When he came, she asked him if he knew where any gardening tools were kept. Edgar said vaguely that there was a gardener somewhere who would know. You have so much real and important work to do.
Being in a responsible position here, with Mr Serrocold. Miss Marple watched him thoughtfully. A pathetic undersized young man in a neat dark suit. A young man that few people would look at twice, or remember if they did look. There was a garden seat nearby and Miss Marple drifted towards it and sat. Edgar stood frowning in front of her. The young man Edgar sat staring in front of him. She had only to listen. He smiled. She remembered a rather sad story in St Mary Mead — and the way it had gone.
Edgar Lawson went on, and what he said had the familiarity of a stage scene. Her own husband was in an asylum — there could be no divorce — no question of marriage. Discreetly, of course. They watch me. Wherever I go, they spy on me. And they make things go wrong for me. They tampered with my exams — they altered the answers. They wanted me to fail. They followed me about the streets. They told things about me to my landlady. They hound me wherever I go. Mr Serrocold took me away from London and brought me down here.
He was kind — very kind. Working against me. Making the others dislike me. He got up. But if you notice anyone following me — spying, I mean — you might let me know who it is! Miss Marple watched him and wondered. A voice spoke. Not Monty! He repeated his former statement. Take this place — the house — the whole set-up. And look at the way they live. Cracked antique china and cheap plain stuff all mixed up.
No proper upper-class servants — just some casual hired help. Big silver tea urns and what do you know — all yellow and tarnished for want of cleaning. Look at that dress she had on last night.
Darned under the arms, nearly worn out — and yet she could go to a store and order what she liked. Bond Street or wherever it is. I never had much money, but I was all set to get where I wanted.
I was going to open a garage. I talked to Gina about it. She listened. She seemed to understand. All those girls in uniform, they look about the same. I thought she was a cut above me, perhaps, education and all that.
We fell for each other. We got married. We were going to set up a gas station back home — Gina was willing. Just a couple of crazy kids we were — mad about each other. We also thank Jana on the above-mentioned Chinese mirrors inscriptions Jones for reviewing the paper and providing useful were utilized to draw supernatural a ention to the comments and corrections.
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