with the photographers, flowers, and all the sailors trying to get her autograph. Nobody took any notice of me, of course, especially in my old tweed skirt.
'If I didn't know I was dogsbody there and then, I soon found out. It was 'Miss Bancroft, tell the Captain I must have my special diet,' and 'Miss Bancroft, complain the water's too hard for my complexion,' and 'Miss Bancroft, if they don't stop that awful siren thing this very minute, I shall positively have hysterics.' I should have gone crackers if the old hag hadn't been sea-sick. You know she usually looks like a combined operation by Dior and Elizabeth Arden? Lying on her bunk groaning under an icebag, she reminded me of one of my touring landladies when the rent was overdue. I think it gave me a bit of confidence.'
'Great leveller, the nausea,' I agreed.
'In fact, it gave me enough confidence to put on my new dress. I'd bought it with all the money I had left in the world. It was the one I wore on the cover of last month's _Gentlemen's Relish.'_
I remembered it was a thing fitting Petunia as closely as her epidermis, to which it gave way for large areas about the upper thorax.
'It was the first night we had dinner at the Captain's table. He was ever so nice. Kept leaning over to pass me the butter and things with his own hands. He didn't take half as much notice of Fairchild, sitting there in her best mink. She was furious, of course. Developed a headache and disappeared to her cabin, and next morning the steward told me I'd been shifted to another table. It was behind a pillar thing in the corner, with five commercial travellers from Birmingham.'
'A bit of a come-down,' I sympathized. 'Eating below the old salt's salt.'
'Can't blame Fairchild, I suppose. Even off-stage a star has to keep in the limelight. And don't I know it now.'
'But I don't quite follow how this made you into Melody Madder.' I felt puzzled. 'All Fairchild did was chase you about enough to have made all Cleopatra's slaves give notice.'
When Count Longrandesi came aboard.'
'What, the terribly rich chap, who takes horses all round the world to jump on them over bits of wood?'
Petunia nodded. 'By then Fairchild had found I was in the profession. She wasn't so easy to fool as that little fat man up north. I had to read scripts to her in the afternoons, and one day she turned on me and said, 'You've been on the stage, Miss Bancroft.' I said yes. 'You came to me under false pretences,' she said. I told her an actress could still be a gentlewoman, and I happened to be a distressed one. That turned her nasty, and she made me do all her laundry. Pretty grubby, some of it was, too.
'Anyway, the Count appeared with his horses for London. He was all big eyes and kiss your hand, and, of course, Fairchild was after him.'
'Out for the Count, in fact,' I laughed.
'He saw me first,' Petunia continued, not seeming to see the joke. 'I had that dress on. Ever so sweet he was, what with buying me a Green Chartreuse in the Veranda Cafй. Though I suppose I should have known better than putting Fairchild's nose out of joint all over again. The next morning she told me I wasn't to wear my dress any more.'
'What a bitch in the manger!'
'After that the Count didn't take much notice of me, not in my old tweed skirt. But at least he kept Fairchild quiet for the rest of the cruise. She hardly spoke to me until we were nearly home again. Then, just before we got in she said, 'Miss Bancroft, I'm sorry if I've been overwrought during the cruise. My nerves, you know. Do tell me if there's anything I can do in London to help you, though, of course, I'm going to Hollywood in a couple of weeks for the next two years. Just look at this lovely blue mink the Count's given me,' she said. 'He was bringing it to London for his sister, but he'll buy her another one at Bradley's. Isn't he sweet?' she said.
'Do be a darling,' she said, 'and slip it over your shoulders when we go through Customs. They'd charge me the absolute earth if I tried to bring two minks through the barrier. And I can't possibly afford to throw my money away on stupid things like duty. Why, it quite suits you,' she said.'
'And you agreed, Pet?'
'Didn't have much choice. Actually, the Customs' man was an absolute darling, though I suppose he rather liked the idea of running his hands through Monica Fairchild's underwear. As soon as he'd done that little squiggle with his chalk and left us, Fairchild said, 'Thank you, Miss Bancroft.'
'So I said, 'Thank you for what?'
'And she said, 'For wearing my mink, of course.'
'So I said, 'Your mink? But my dear, this is
'Don't be an idiot, Miss Bancroft' she said. 'You know perfectly well I only asked you to wear it through Customs.'
'Did you?' I said. 'I can't remember. Perhaps we'd better call back that nice Customs' man and see if he does?'
''Miss Bancroft! Petunia! You wouldn't-!'
''As you know yourself, Monica dear,' I told her, 'the road to success is strewn with unfortunate accidents. Goodbye, and thank you for a lovely trip. By the way, I noticed on that little card thing that the penalties for even suspected smuggling include long periods in the clink.'
'So there I was Gaston-loose in London with a blue mink cape and an old tweed skirt. I suppose I wasn't very honest, really, but I promise I'll send it back once she's home from Hollywood.'
'Jolly quick thinking, if you ask me,' I said admiringly. I suddenly felt that Pet had a bit more power under the bonnet than I'd imagined. 'It's about the most innocent way I've heard of a girl getting a mink coat, anyway.'
'After that, all the breaks seemed to come at once. My agent took me to lunch-in the mink, of course. We met Adam Stringfellow. He's a director, who was casting some models for a picture. He gave me a few days at the studio, and since then everything sort of built up.'
'And what's it like?' I asked.
'Bloody hard work,' said Petunia.
I looked surprised, having gathered from the newspapers that all she did was drive about in big fat cars with big fat chaps and draw a big fat salary.
'Do you know what time I get up in the morning? Before my milkman. I have to be at the studio by six, if you please, for hair-do and make-up. You can't imagine how ghastly it is playing a passionate love scene before breakfast, lying on a bed and remembering to keep one foot on the ground to make it all right for the censor.'
'Like billiards,' I observed.
'And I'm not myself any more.'
'Oh, come. Perfect health, I assure you.'
'I mean I'm Melody Madder Limited. With a board of directors, and things. Everyone does it because of the tax. And, of course, there's Mum.'
'Ah, yes, Mum.'
'Then there's another thing…' She looked up at me, fluttering her brand-new eyelashes. 'Gaston, my sweet-do you remember how once you loved me?'
'Only too well, Pet my dear.'
I was still getting a bit of rheumatism in the shoulder, the long-term after-effects of Clem's Caff.
'Do you know, I believe you're the only friend I've left in the world? And I need help, darling.'
'Good Lord, do you?'
'Desperately. I'm in terrible trouble.'
'Oh, yes?'
I looked cagey, knowing the sort of trouble girls specially reserve the doctors among their old friends for. But Petunia went on:
'It's all Mum's fault, really. Promise cross your heart you won't say a word?'
'Of course not. We doctors, you know. Professional secrecy.'
'Well, I'll tell you. It's simply that-'
But at that moment Mum arrived back with the medicine.
'This will have your daughter spry in no time,' I told her, shaking the bottle. 'I particularly hope she's in form again tomorrow night, because I've been asked to invite her to Lord Nutbeam's little party.'
