out this way. I've got the car right at the end.'
The bags were stowed in the Ford. Mary took the wheel and Royde got in beside her. They drove off and Thomas noticed that she was a good driver, deft and careful in traffic and with a nice judgment of distance and spaces.
Saltington was seven miles from Saltcreek. Once they were out of the small market town and on the open road, Mary Aldin reopened the subject of his visit.
'Really, Thomas, your visit just now is going to be a God-send. Things are rather difficult, and a stranger — or partial stranger — is just what is needed.'
'What's the trouble?'
His manner, as always, was incurious — almost lazy. He asked the question, it seemed, more from politeness than because he had any desire for the information. It was a manner particularly soothing to Mary Aldin. She wanted badly to talk to someone — but she much preferred to talk to someone who was not too much interested.
She said: 'Well — we've got rather a difficult position. Audrey is here, as you probably know?'
She paused questioningly and Thomas Royde nodded.
'And Nevile and his wife also.'
Thomas Royde's eyebrows went up. He said after a minute or two: 'Bit awkward — what?'
'Yes, it is. It was all Nevile's idea.'
She paused. Royde did not speak, but as though aware of some current of disbelief issuing from him, assertively: 'It was Nevile's idea.'
'Why?'
She raised her hands for a moment from the steering-wheel.
'Oh, some modern reaction! All sensible and friends together. That idea. But I don't think, you know, it's working very well.'
'Possibly it mightn't.' He added, 'What's the new wife like?'
'Kay? Good-looking, of course. Really very good-looking. And quite young.'
'And Nevile's keen on her?'
'Oh, yes. Of course they've only been married a year.'
Thomas Royde turned his head slowly to look at her. His mouth smiled a little. Mary said hastily: 'I didn't mean that, exactly.'
'Come, now, Mary. I think you did.'
'Well, one can't help seeing that they've really got very little in common. Their friends, for instance — '
She came to a stop.
Royde asked: 'He met her, didn't he, on the Riviera ? I don't know much about it. Only just the bare facts that the mater wrote.'
'Yes, they met first at Cannes . Nevile was attracted, but I should imagine he'd been attracted before — in a harmless sort of way. I still think myself that if he'd been left to himself nothing would have come of it. He was fond of Audrey, you know.'
Thomas nodded.
Mary went on: 'I don't think he wanted to break up his marriage — I'm sure he didn't. But the girl was absolutely determined. She wouldn't rest until she'd got him to leave his wife — and what's a man to do in those circumstances? It flatters him, of course.'
'Head over ears in love with him, was she?'
'I suppose it may have been like that.'
Mary's tone sounded doubtful. She met his inquiring glance with a flush.
'What a cat I am! There's a young man always hanging about — good-looking in a gigolo kind of way — an old friend of hers — and I can't help wondering sometimes whether the fact that Nevile is very well off and distinguished and all that didn't have something to do with it. The girl hadn't a penny of her own, I gather.'
She paused, looking rather ashamed. Thomas Royde merely said: 'Um, hum,' in a speculative voice.
'However,' said Mary, 'that's probably plain cat! The girl is what one would call glamorous — and that probably rouses the feline instincts of middle-aged spinsters.'
Royde looked thoughtfully at her, but his poker face showed no recognisable reaction. He said, after a minute or two: 'But what, exactly, is the present trouble about?'
'Really, you know, I haven't the least idea! That's what's so odd. Naturally we consulted Audrey first — and she seemed to have no feeling against meeting Kay — she was charming about it all. She has been charming. No one could have been nicer. Audrey, of course, in everything she does is always just right. Her manner to them both is perfect. She's very reserved, as you know, and one never has any idea of what she is really thinking or feeling — but honestly, I don't believe she minds at all.'
'No reason why she should,' said Thomas Royde. He added, rather belatedly, 'After all, it's three years ago.'
'Do people like Audrey forget? She was very fond of Nevile.'
Thomas Royde shifted in his seat.
'She's only thirty-two. Got her life in front of her.'
'Oh, I know. But she did take it hard. She had quite a bad nervous breakdown, you know.'
'I know. The mater wrote me.'
'In a way,' said Mary, 'I think it was good for your mother to have Audrey to look after. It took her mind off her own grief — about your brother's death. We were so sorry about that.'
'Yes. Poor old Adrian . Always did drive too fast.'
There was a pause. Mary stretched out her hand as a sign she was taking the turn that led down the hill to Saltcreek. Presently, as they were slipping down the narrow twisting road, she said: 'Thomas — you know Audrey very well?'
'So, so. Haven't seen much of her for the last ten years.'
'No, but you knew her as a child. She was like a sister to you and Adrian?'
He nodded.
'Was she — was she at all unbalanced in any way? Oh, I don't mean that quite the way it sounds. But I've a feeling that there is something very wrong with her now. She's so completely detached, her poise is so unnaturally perfect — but I wonder sometimes what is going on behind the facade. I've a feeling, now and then, of some really powerful emotion. And I don't quite know what it is! But I do feel that she isn't normal. There's something! It worries me. I do know that there's an atmosphere in the house that affects everybody. We're all nervous and jumpy. But I don't know what it is. And sometimes, Thomas, it frightens me.'
'Frightens you?' His slow, wondering tone made her pull herself together with a little nervous laugh.
'It sounds absurd … But that's what I meant just now — your arrival will be good for us — create a diversion. Ah, here we are.'
They had slipped round the last corner. Gull's Point was built on a plateau of rock overlooking the river. On two sides it had sheer cliff going down to the water. The gardens and tennis court were on the left of the house. The garage, a modern after-thought, was actually farther along the road, on the other side of it.
Mary said: 'I'll put the car away now and come back. Hurstall will look after you.'
Hurstall, the aged butler, was greeting Thomas with the pleasure of an old friend.
'Very glad to see you, Mr. Royde, after all these years. And so will her ladyship be. You're in the east room, sir. I think you'll find everyone in the garden, unless you want to go to your room first.'
Thomas shook his head. He went through the drawing-room to the window, which opened on to the terrace. He stood there a moment, watching unobserved himself.
Two women were the only occupants of the terrace. One was sitting on the corner of the balustrade looking out over the water. The other woman was watching her.
The first was Audrey — the other, he knew, must be Kay Strange. Kay did not know she was being overlooked and she took no pains to disguise her expression. Thomas Royde was not, perhaps, a very observant man where women were concerned, but he could not fail to notice that Kay Strange disliked Audrey Strange very much.
As for Audrey, she was looking out across the river and seemed unconscious of, or indifferent to, the other's
