the room and seized the receiver from me. 'How are you, Magnus?' she said, her voice full of calculated charm. 'I shall be delighted to see you here in your own home next weekend. Maybe you'll put Dick in a better temper. He's very sour right now.' She smiled, her eyes on me. 'What's wrong with his eye?' she repeated.
'I haven't the slightest idea. He looks as if he's lost a prize-fight. Yes, of course I'll do my best to keep him quiet until you arrive, but he's very stubborn. Oh, by the way, you'll be able to tell me. My boys adore riding, and Dick says he saw some children on ponies having a lot of fun on Sunday morning when we were in church. I wondered if there were riding-stables somewhere the other side of the village there — what-do- you~callit'rywardreath. You don't know? Well, never mind, Mrs. Collins might tell me. What? Hold on, I'll ask him…' She turned to me. 'He says were the children the two little girls of someone called Oliver Carminowe and his wife? Old friends of his.'
'Yes,' I said. 'I'm almost sure they were. But I don't know where they live.'
She turned back to the telephone. 'Dick thinks yes, though I don't see why he should know if he hasn't met them. Oh well, if the mother is attractive he's probably seen her around some place, and that's how he knows who they were. She pulled a face at me. Yes, you do that,' she added, 'and if you get in touch with them next weekend we might ask them round for drinks, and Dick can get an introduction to her. See you Friday, then.'
She handed the receiver back to me. Magnus was laughing at the other end of the line.
'What's this about getting in touch with the Carminowes?' I asked.
'I got out of that rather neatly, don't you think?' he countered. 'In any event, it's what I intend to do, if we can get rid of Vita and the boys. In the meantime I'll get my lad in London to check up on Otto Bodrugan. So he came to a sticky end, and it upset you?'
'Yes,' I said.
'Roger was there, of course? Did he have a hand in it?'
I said no.
'Glad to hear it. Look, Dick, this is important. Absolutely no more trips unless we take one together. No matter how big the temptation. You must sweat it out. Is that agreed?'
'Yes,' I said.
'As I told you before, I shall have the first results from the lab by the time I see you. In the meantime, abstention. Now I must go. Take care of yourself.'
'I'll try,' I said. 'Good-bye.' It was like cutting off the only link between both worlds.
'Cheer up, darling,' said Vita. 'Less than three days and he'll be here. Won't that be wonderful? Now what about going upstairs to the bathroom and doing something about that eye?'
Later on, the eye bathed and Vita having disappeared into the kitchen to tell Mrs. Collins about Magnus coming for the weekend, and doubtless to discuss his gastronomic tastes, I got out my road-map and had another look for Tregest. It just was not there. Treesmill was marked, as I knew, and Treverran, Trenadlyn, Trevenna — the last three on the Lay Subsidy Roll as well — but that was all. Perhaps Magnus would find the answer from his London student.
Presently Vita wandered back into the library. 'I asked Mrs. Collins about the Carminowes,' she said, 'but she'd never heard of them. Are they very great friends of Magnus's?'
It startled me for a moment to hear her speak the name. I knew I must be careful, or the confusion might start up again. 'I think he's rather lost sight of them,' I replied. 'I doubt if he's seen them for some time. He doesn't get down very often.'
'They're not in the telephone directory — I've looked. What does Oliver Carminowe do?'
'Do?' I repeated. 'I don't really know. I think he used to be in the army. Has some sort of government job. You'll have to ask Magnus.'
'And his wife's very attractive?'
'Well, she was,' I said. 'I've never spoken to her.'
'But you've seen her since you got down here?'
'Only in the distance,' I said. 'She wouldn't know me.'
'Was she around in the old days when you used to stay here as an undergraduate?'
'She could have been,' I said, 'but I never met her, or the husband. I know very little about them.'
'But you knew enough to recognise her children when you saw them the other day?'
I felt myself getting tied up in knots. 'Darling,' I said,' what is all this? Magnus occasionally mentions names of friends and acquaintances, and the Carminowes were amongst them. That's all there is to it. Oliver Carminowe was married before and Isolda is his second wife, and they have two daughters. Satisfied?'
'Isolda?' she said. 'What a romantic name.'
'No more romantic than Vita,' I replied. 'Can't we give her a rest?'
'It's funny', she said, 'that Mrs. Collins has never heard of them. She's such a mine of information on local affairs. But in any case there's a perfectly good stables up the road from here at Menabilly Barton, she tells me, so I'm going to fix something up with the people there.'
'Thank God for that,' I said. 'Why not fix it right away?'
She stared at me a moment, then turned round and went out of the room. I surreptitiously got out my handkerchief and wiped my forehead, which was sweating again. It was a lucky thing the Carminowes were extinct, or she would have run them to earth somehow and invited a bewildered descendant to lunch next Sunday.
Two, nearly three days to go before Magnus came to my rescue. It was difficult to fob Vita off once her interest was aroused, and it was typical of his malicious sense of fun to have mentioned the name. The rest of Wednesday passed without incident, and thank heaven I had no return of confusion. It was such a relief to be without our guests that little else mattered. The boys went riding and enjoyed themselves, and, although Vita may have suffered from anti-climax and a normal reaction from a hangover, she had the good sense not to say so, nor did she make any further reference to our party the preceding night. We went to bed early and slept like logs, awaking on Thursday to a day of steady rain. It did not worry me, but Vita and the boys were disappointed, having planned another expedition in the boat.
'I hope it's not going to be a wet weekend,' said Vita. 'What in the world shall I do with the boys if it is? You won't want them hanging about the house all day when the Professor is here.'
'Don't worry about Magnus,' I told her. 'He'll be full of suggestions for them and for us. Anyway, he and I may have work to do.'
'What sort of work? Surely not shutting yourselves up in that peculiar room in the basement?'
She was nearer the truth than she imagined. 'I don't know exactly,' I said vaguely. 'He has a lot of papers tucked away, and he may want to go through them with me. Historical research, and so on. I've told you about this new hobby.'
'Well, Teddy might be interested in that, and so should I,' she said. 'It would be fun if we all took a picnic to some historical site or other. What about Tintagel? Mrs. Collins says everyone should see Tintagel.'
'Not exactly Magnus's line of country, and anyway too full of tourists,' I said. 'We'll see what he wants to do when he arrives.'
I wondered how the hell we should be shot of them if Magnus wanted to visit the Gratten. Anyway, it would be his problem, not mine.
Thursday dragged, and a dreary walk along Par sands did little to alleviate it. Magnus had told me to sweat it out, and by the evening I knew what he meant. Sweat was the operative word, and in the physical sense. I had seldom if ever been troubled by this common affliction of mankind. At school, yes, after violent exercise, but not to the extent suffered by some of my companions. Now, after any minor exertion, or even perhaps when sitting still, I would sweat from every pore, the perspiration having a peculiar acid tang to it that I fervently hoped nobody would be aware of but myself.
The first time it happened, after the walk along Par sands, I thought it was merely connected with the exercise I had taken, and I had a bath before dinner, but during the course of the evening, when Vita and the boys were watching television and I was sitting comfortably in the music-room listening to records, it started again. A clammy feeling of sudden chill, then the sweat pouring from my head, neck, armpits, trunk, lasting for perhaps five minutes before it passed, but my shirt was wringing wet by the time the attack was over. Laughable, like sea-
