Adders on the Heath

'But I take it that Mr Bunt was not elected.'

'No, he wasn't. Nobody really wanted him. He was our best cross-country runner and a useful steeplechaser-had been tried for the County and all that-but he had it up the nose and was always chucking his weight about. Then one of the ladies-he pulled in a pretty good pay packet I should think, although we never found out what he did-anyhow, he was always treating the girls-found out that his first action as president would be to try and affiliate us to a big Southampton club. Affiliation sounds all right, but some of us knew that it meant, in this case, a complete merger in which we'd lose our identity once and for all. A lot of us didn't want that, especially as we've got our own ground and running-track.'

'But surely there are the other officers and a committee to vet. the president's ideas?' said Laura.

'Well, you see, Mrs Gavin, he got a certain amount of support from the newer members. Apart from that, as we were founded on the late president's money, we had, as part of our constitution, an agreement that the president's word should be law. That was quite all right in Towne's time, because he never interfered in any way, but we decided it might not be all right if he had a successor. The president was in a position, actually, to determine all questions of policy. Well, to affiliate us to a larger, richer club was definitely a question of policy and we couldn't get round it without altering the rules, and that's always a dicey proceeding.'

'I should have thought it was the obvious thing to do,' said Laura. The secretary shook his head, took off his glasses, wiped them and then shook his head again.

'As a matter of fact, if we alter the rules we forfeit the bit of money we still get from a kind of trust-fund. Nobody wants that. It comes in very handy for paying the groundsman and renewing the equipment such as hurdles and high-jump stands and having the track properly looked after, you see.'

'I see. So, as he was not elected president, Mr Bunt left your club?'

'Well, there was a bit of a row, but, in the end, we were jolly lucky, as it happened. We were able to put up another candidate.'

'Really?'

'Yes, an old girl named Calne, a retired schoolteacher. Some of us who'd been in her class went and lobbied her and she agreed to put up the hundred pounds and did so, there and then. She suited everybody, because we knew she wouldn't interfere with a thing and wouldn't attempt to go over the heads of the committee.'

'Retired teachers can't usually afford to hand over a hundred smackers for, you might say, nothing,' said Laura. 'I wonder what made her agree to take on the job?'

'Oh, well, as to that,' said the secretary, with a secretive smile, 'she'll be paid back, with a bit of interest, you see, although she doesn't know that. We're running dances and bingo in the winter in aid of club funds. There's nothing in the rules to say how club funds are to be used, so we're planning to hand over to her any profit we make. Anyway, it was very sporting of her to put up the money.'

'But it left Mr Bunt somewhat disgruntled,' observed Dame Beatrice.

'He was so offensive that we bunged him out, in fact.'

'Would you mind very much if I went to see Miss Calne?' asked Dame Beatrice. 'You say that she is a retired schoolmistress and I have found such people to be storehouses of the kind of facts which will be of use to me.'

'Go and see her, by all means. She attends all our meetings and can certainly give you the low-down on any of us who were in her class at any time! I'll give you her address.'

Miss Calne lived between Lyndhurst and Lymington in a small bungalow whose back garden met the grounds of a much larger establishment from which it was screened by trees. Her small garage and large front windows faced on to a broad stretch of common.

'Well!' said Laura. 'As the crow flies, or, in this part of the world, as the ponies wander, this can't be all that far from the New Forest Hunt Hotel.'

She was right. Miss Calne, a well-covered, pink-cheeked, cheerful woman in her late sixties, knew the hotel and occasionally took lunch or dinner there.

'Lunch in the winter; dinner in the summer,' she told Dame Beatrice. 'I have only a midday snack in the summer, you see, so I can do with a main meal at night, but in winter I don't care to come back to an empty house after dark, so, if I do go to the hotel, it is for lunch.'

About the members of the Scylla and District Club she was the mine of information for which Dame Beatrice had hoped.

'Yes, I think I did come to the rescue,' she said complacently. 'I wish it could have been a club for delinquents but, although there is a somewhat rowdy element among the younger members, we get very little really bad behaviour.'

'Yet two of your former pupils have contrived to get themselves killed,' Dame Beatrice pointed out.

'No, no,' said Miss Calne vigorously. 'Not my pupils, I am thankful to say. Neither of them. Oh, no. I wouldn't like you to run away with that idea. Club members, yes. Old Boys of my school, certainly not.' She waved her hand. 'I sincerely hope my school turned out better specimens than Bunt and Colnbrook. Bunt was most offensive to me when he knew of my election. He came round here and was insolent.'

'Was there-were the two men friends?'

'I really have no idea. You must remember that I had no connection with the club until after Bunt's resignation-so-called.'

'We heard about that. He wanted the Scylla Club to affiliate to a larger body based on Southampton, it seems.'

'So I was told when I was invited to become president. Oh, something occurs to me. Colnbrook and Bunt were rivals, so I heard. I had forgotten the gossip.'

'In running, or did their rivalry stem from a different cause?' Dame Beatrice enquired.