passing the box to Pauline. They both had their hands on it.
“Mine,” she said.
Geoff apparently knew better than to thwart his younger sister.
“I suppose it’s only justice that you get the prize, as it was left on your doorstep,” said Andy. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”
Unable to contain her curiosity, Gemma came over to see.
Pauline slid the box half-open, dropped it into her lap, and said in horror, “Oh, I don’t believe it!”
“It’s a joke, said Gemma. “It must be a joke.”
“It isn’t,” said Pauline in a thin, strained voice. “That’s somebody’s thumb. Ugh!” She hooked the box off her skirt as if it were alive and dropped it on the coffee table.
Large and pale, the offending digit lay on a bed of cotton wool.
“No it isn’t,” said Andy. “It’s too big for a thumb. It’s a big toe.”
“A toe?”
“Yes, it’s too fleshy for a thumb.”
“It must be out of a joke shop,” said Gemma. “If Reg is responsible for this, I’ll strangle him.”
“Typical of his humor,” said Andy.
Then Geoff spoke. “I think it’s real.”
“It
“Open it right out,” said Andy.
“I’m not touching it,” said Pauline.
Andy lifted the box and opened it, separating the drawer from its casing.
“I can’t bear to look,” said Pauline. “Keep it away from me.”
“It’s the real thing,” said Andy. “You can see where it was—”
“God in Heaven—we don’t wish to see,” said Gemma. “Put it somewhere out of sight and give Pauline some of that brandy we brought.”
“What a vile trick,” said Pauline.
Andy reunited the two sections of the matchbox and placed it on a bookshelf before going to the brandy bottle. “Anybody else want some Dutch courage?”
Geoff gave a nod.
Andy’s hand shook as he poured. Everyone was in a state of shock.
“He’s gone too far this time,” said Gemma. “He’s ruined Christmas for all of us. I shall tell him. Are you all right, love?”
Pauline took a gulp of brandy and gave a nod.
“It’s ghoulish,” said Gemma.
“Sick.” said Andy. “You all right, Geoff? You’ve gone very pale.”
“I’m okay,” Geoff managed to say.
“Drink some brandy, mate.”
Gemma said, “Andy, would you take it right out of the room and get rid of it? It’s upsetting us all.”
Andy picked the matchbox off the bookshelf and left the room. Gemma collected the discarded sheets of wrapping paper and joined him in the kitchen. “Where would Reg have got such a ghoulish thing?” she whispered.
Andy shrugged. “Who knows? I don’t imagine a branch manager at the Midland Bank comes across many severed toes.”
“What are we going to do? Pauline’s nerves are shattered and Geoff looks ready to faint.”
“A fresh cup of tea is supposed to be good for shock. What am I going to do with this?”
“I don’t know. Bury it in the garden.”
“Pauline is sure to ask where it went.”
“Then we’d better take it with us when we go. We can dump it somewhere on the way home.”
“Why should we have to deal with it?” said Andy. “I’ll give it back to bloody Reg. He can get rid of it.”
“If he has the gall to show his face here. Just keep it out of everyone’s sight in the meantime.”
To satisfy himself that the toe really was of human origin, Andy slid open the matchbox again. This time he noticed a folded piece of paper tucked into one end. “Hey, there’s something inside. I think it’s a note.” After reading the typed message, he handed it to Gemma. “What do you make of that?”
She stared at the paper. “It can’t be true. It’s got to be a hoax.”
They joined Pauline and Geoff in the living room. “We thought you might appreciate some tea.” said Gemma.
“You’re marvellous,” said Pauline. “I should have thought of that.”
“Getting over the shock?”
“I think so.”
“You too, Geoff?”
Geoff gave a nod.
Andy cleared his throat. “I found this note in the matchbox.”
“A note?” said Pauline. “From Reg?”
“Apparently not. It says, If you want the rest of your brother—’ “
“Oh, no!” said Pauline.
“ If you want the rest of your brother, bring ten thousand pounds or equivalent to the telephone box at Chilton Leys at five-thirty. Just one of you. If you don’t, or if you call the police, you can find the bits all over Suffolk.’ ”
“Andy, I think she’s going to faint.”
“I’m all right,” said Pauline. “If this is true, that toe...”
“But it isn’t true,” said Andy, spacing the words. “It’s Reg having us on, as he does every year.”
“Are you sure?”
“He’ll turn up presently grinning all over his fat face. The best thing we can do is get on with the party.”
There was little enthusiasm for unwrapping presents or eating overcooked sausage, so they turned on the television and watched for a while.
“How could we possibly put our hands on ten thousand pounds on Christmas Day?” said Pauline during the commercial break.
“That’s the giveaway,” said Andy. “A professional kidnapper would know better.”
“You’ve got three hundred in notes in your back pocket,” said Gemma. “You know you have. You said we needed it over the holiday in case of emergencies.”
“Three hundred is peanuts compared to ten grand.”
“I’ve got about a hundred and twenty in my bag,” said Gemma.
Geoff took out his wallet and counted the edges of his bank notes.
“Doesn’t look as if Geoff can chip in much,” said Andy.
Gemma said on a note of reproach, “Andy.”
Andy said, “No offence, mate.”
Geoff put his wallet away.
“Well, that’s it. We couldn’t afford to pay the kidnappers if they existed,” Andy summed up. “How much do you have in the house, Pauline?”
“In cash? About two hundred.”
“Less than eight hundred between us.”
“But I’ve got a thousand in travellers’ cheques for my holiday in Florida.”
“Still a long way short,” said Andy.
“Good thing it’s only a hoax,” said Gemma.
“There are my pearls,” said Pauline, fingering them. “They cost over a thousand. And I have some valuable rings upstairs.”
“If we’re talking jewellery, Gemma’s ruby necklace is the real thing,” said
Andy.
“So is your Rolex watch,” Gemma countered. “And the gold ingot you wear under your shirt.”
