‘His sisters and his cousins and his aunts!’ said Laura, irreverently. ‘When do we go? I can’t wait to trip up the little twister.’
‘We shall be spared that “awarded free kick”,’ said Dame Beatrice, whom television, late in her life, had contrived to educate. ‘Aunt Opal, I fancy, will clinch the matter in her own way.’
They arrived in Amsterdam to find that tragedy (‘so-called,’ commented Laura) had preceded them. The betrayed Gertie had found some means of communicating with Florian, and he had indeed fled to his relatives. Binnen received Dame Beatrice with hauteur and entirely ignored Laura. She agreed that Florian had come to them, having flown from London. She added that he was not in the apartment at the moment, having taken his aunts out for the day.
‘Why do you seek him?’ Binnen asked.
‘In connection with a certain Miss Gertrude Summers,’ Dame Beatrice answered. Binnen shrugged.
‘These girls!’ she said contemptuously.
‘He tried to murder this particular girl,’ said Dame Beatrice.
‘A police matter?’
‘I am afraid so.’
‘They were to go to Valkenburg. It was Opal’s wish. She did not want Ruby to go with them, so she will manage to give Ruby the slip.’
‘I suppose it
‘Yes, it was Ruby, I am sure. I think he told her that he had gone wrong with a girl in England and wished for suicide.’
‘Why did she send him the means for it?’
‘She hates him. She tried to kill him by the polish on the stairs in England. She is a fool. Her father, all over again. Weak and silly. So when he wishes for suicide, she is pleased, and, like the idiot she is, believes him.’
‘You let her have the poison, then?’
‘She knew where it was.’
‘Why does she hate him?’
‘Because Opal loves him.’
To Dame Beatrice’s mind this made sense. She said briskly:
‘Well, we’ve been deputed to find him, so we’ll go to Valkenburg.’
‘
‘Doesn’t she like Florian, then?’ she asked, when they were in a hired car
‘Who could, except in the name of Lady Charity?’ responded Dame Beatrice. But they were too late at Valkenburg, (according to Laura), and just late enough, (in Dame Beatrice’s opinion), for Florian was dead. His body had been found lying face downwards in the underground lake in the depths of the Valkenburg grotto. He had been stabbed very cleanly through the heart. The knife was lying in the water near the body.
The Dutch police prudently elected to present it as a case of suicide. Opal, who had reported, at the exit to the grotto, that her nephew was missing, affected to be (and probably was) heartbroken, and, Dame Beatrice learned later from Binnie, who came to London to see her, was spending all day and every day in gazing upon the gold- painted plaster bust.
‘I’m very sorry about your brother,’ said Laura, to whom Binnie bade a tearful farewell.
‘Oh, I don’t know,’ said Binnie, with a giggle which contrasted oddly with her tears. ‘Now I can get married to Bernie in peace. There never would have been any peace while Florian was alive, you know.’
‘So Opal is completely mad,’ said Laura, when Binnie had gone.
‘Or a dedicated artist,’ said Dame Beatrice. The last word lay with Grandmother Rebekah Rose. ’
‘So is this beautiful Florian songs of songs, which is Solomon,’ she pronounced.
‘Only one Song, darling,’ protested Bernardo.
‘I am thinking,’ said Rebekah, with dignity, ‘of English version, Authorised.’
‘ “Solomon had a vineyard at Baalhamon,” ’ quoted Bernardo solemnly. ‘ “He let out the vineyard unto keepers.” More than you’d do, sweetheart, isn’t it? You wouldn’t trust the keepers not to sell the grapes on their own account.’
‘I,’ said his grandmother, ‘am not having vineyards. All those foreign workers with dirty feet!’
‘Done by machinery nowadays.’
‘You are not forgetting my little brooch of a ram with diamonds?’
‘You are not forgetting the wedding present you promised me?’
‘No promises! I am not promising nothing!’
‘Splendid! I like these double negatives.’
‘Double negatives makes a phooey photograph,’ said Rebekah. ‘So is this Florian. No smile, he is an angel. Smile, he is a devil.’
