“He pointed to the bag and said he had brought towels. Then he said, ‘Barbara, will you kiss me goodbye? I promise not to take any advantage’.
“I said, ‘You’re not really thinking of going to Tibet, are you?’
“He said he had considered it, but he did not think the Buddhists would accept him. ‘They don’t believe in killing things,’ he said. Even then, Dame Beatrice, it didn’t dawn on me what he meant.”
“That he had changed over the daggers so that your husband killed himself? Did you never think of Jasper in that connection? Did his hints of making you rich and independent convey nothing to you?”
“I solemnly swear to you that nothing of the sort ever crossed my mind. Oh, I knew the poor boy was going through a bad time about me. It had happened before. I recognised all the symptoms.”
“ ‘Thou, thou (young Jasper) thou has given her rhymes. And interchang’d love-tokens with my child. Thou hast by moonlight at her window sung, With feigning voice, verses of feigning love,’ ” said Dame Beatrice. “That kind of thing, I suppose.”
“There wasn’t much feigning about it, but I thought it would soon die a natural death.”
“Instead of which, the poor youth died a most unnatural one. Well, he said he had towels. I suppose he had the dagger in his bag, not towels. What then?”
“Upstairs he went and I went on sorting out Donald’s papers, which is what I’d been doing when Jasper came, and I forgot all about him until I got tired of the job and decided it was time for my bedtime drink and my bed. It was then I remembered Jasper and realised that he had not looked in to say goodnight. I thought he had decided not to disturb me again and had slipped off home.
“ ‘And a fine old mess I expect the bathroom is in,’ I thought, knowing what men, and particularly young ones, are like. I went upstairs, found the bathroom door shut and, under the crack of the door, I saw that the light was still on.
“I called out, ‘Jasper, are you all right?’ There was no answer, so I called out again and then I tried the door. It was not locked, so I opened it a little way and took a look.
“Well, Dame Beatrice, I didn’t faint, although everything swam round me for a minute. Then I ran downstairs to the telephone and rang up Tom. ‘I’ve got Jasper Lynn here and he’s killed himself, and the bath is full of blood,’ I said.
“Well, Tom was wonderful. He brought Peter with him and when he had been upstairs, leaving Peter downstairs with me, he said, ‘We can’t have you implicated in this. Don’t worry. I know what to do. This has got to look like a skinhead gang business. Lucky he had shaved his head. We’ll have to give it an hour or two until the coast is clear. I’ve let the water out and I’ll clean the bath and get rid of the dagger. He will have a key in his jeans pocket, so Peter will slip along to Lynn’s place and put the dagger among Lynn’s swords and things, and then we’ll all have a good strong snifter before we take the poor kid down to the harbour.’ ”
Rosamund, proud of her achievements in reading, had picked up her father’s discarded newspaper and was perusing it slowly and with diligence.
“What’s un-bal-anced mind?” she asked. Simon answered,
“It’s a state of mental instability brought about by emotional stress which has upset the anti-depressant factors in
Rosamund looked reproachfully at him and said: “When I ask Mrs Gavin to tell me things, she tells me things properly. Why don’t
“Because I’m a horrible man, I suppose.”
Edmund turned to his mother.
“Daddy’s a horrible man. He drinks all the beer,” he said.
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