Marina Gregg took hold on herself. She spoke quickly and convincingly.
'I can explain, I really can. If you knew anything about acting you'd be able to understand quite easily. There comes a moment, even when you know a part well – in fact it usually happens when you do know a part well – when you go on with it mechanically. Smiling, making the proper movements and gestures, saying the words with the usual inflexions. But your mind isn't on it. And quite suddenly there's a horrible blank moment when you don't know where you are, where you've got to in the play, what your next lines are! Drying up, that's what we call it. Well, that's what happened to me. I'm not terribly strong, as my husband will tell you. I've had rather a strenuous time, and a good deal of nervous apprehension about this film. I wanted to make a success of this fete and to be nice and pleasant and welcoming to everybody. But one does say the same things over and over again, mechanically, to the people who are always saying the same things to you. You know, how they've always wanted to meet you. How they once saw you outside a theatre in San Francisco – or travelled in a plane with you. Something silly really, but one has to be nice about it and say things. Well, as I'm telling you, one does that automatically. One doesn't need to think what to say because one's said it so often before. Suddenly, I think, a wave of tiredness came over me. My brain went blank. Then I realized that Mrs Badcock had been telling me a long story which I hadn't really heard at all, and was now looking at me in an eager sort of way and that I hadn't answered her or said any of the proper things. It was just tiredness.'
'Just tiredness,' said Dermot Craddock slowly. 'You insist on that, Miss Gregg?'
'Yes, I do. I can't see why you don't believe me.'
Dermot Craddock turned towards Jason Rudd. 'Mr Rudd,' he said, 'I think you're more likely to understand my meaning than your wife is. I am concerned, very much concerned, for your wife's safety. There has been an attempt on her life, there have been threatening letters. That means, doesn't it, that there is someone who was here on the day of the fete and possibly is still here, someone in very close touch with this house and what goes on in it. That person, whoever it is, may be slightly insane. It's not just a question of threats. Threatened men live long, as they say. The same goes for women. But whoever it was didn't stop at threats. A deliberate attempt was made to poison Miss Gregg. Don't you see in the whole nature of things, that the attempt is bound to be repeated? There's only one way to achieve safety. That is to give me all the clues you possibly can. I don't say that you know who that person is, but I think that you must be able to give a guess or to have a vague idea. Won't you tell me the truth? Or if, which is possible, you yourself do not know the truth, won't you urge your wife to do so. It's in the interests of her own safety that I'm asking you.'
Jason Rudd turned his head slowly. 'You hear what Inspector Craddock says, Marina,' he said. 'It's possible, as he says, that you may know something that I do not. If so, for God's sake, don't be foolish about it. If you've the least suspicion of anyone, tell it to us now.'
'But I haven't.' Her voice rose in a wail. 'You must believe me.'
'Who were you afraid of that day?' asked Dermot.
'I wasn't afraid of anyone.'
'Listen, Miss Gregg, of the people on the stairs or coming up it, there were two friends whom you were surprised to see, whom you had not seen for a long time and whom you did not expect to see that day. Mr Ardwyck Fern and Miss Brewster. Had you any special emotions when you suddenly saw them coming up the stairs? You didn't know they were coming, did you?'
'No, we'd no idea they were even in England,' said Jason Rudd.
'I was delighted,' said Marina, 'absolutely delighted!'
'Delighted to see Miss Brewster?'
'Well -' she shot him a quick, faintly suspicious glance.
Craddock said, 'Lola Brewster was, I believe, originally married to your third husband Robert Truscott?'
'Yes, that's so.'
'He divorced her in order to marry you.'
'Oh, everyone knows about that,' said Marina Gregg impatiently. 'You needn't think it's anything you've found out. There was a bit of a rumpus at the time, but there wasn't any bad feeling about it in the end.'
'Did she make threats against you?'
'Well – in a way, yes. But, oh dear, I wish I could explain. No one takes those sort of threats seriously. It was at a party, she'd had a lot of drink. She might have taken a pot-shot at me with a pistol if she'd had one. But luckily she didn't. All that was years ago! None of these things last, these emotions! They don't, really they don't. That's true, isn't it, Jason?'
'I'd say it was true enough,' said Jason Rudd, 'and I can assure you, Mr Craddock, that Lola Brewster had no opportunity on the day of the fete of poisoning my wife's drink. I was close beside her most of the time. The idea that Lola would suddenly, after a long period of friendliness, come to England, and arrive at our house all prepared to poison my wife's drink – why the whole idea's absurd.'
'I appreciate your point of view,' said Craddock.
'It's not only that, it's a matter of fact as well. She was nowhere near Marina 's glass.'
'And your other visitor – Ardwyck Fern?'
There was, he thought, a very slight pause before Jason Rudd spoke.
'He's a very old friend of ours,' he said. 'We haven't se him for a good many years now, though we occasionally correspond. He's quite a big figure in American Television.'
'Was he an old friend of yours too?' Dermot Craddock asked Marina.
Her breath came rather quickly as she replied. 'Yes, oh yes. He – he was quite a friend of mine always, but I've rather lost sight of him of late years.' Then with a sudden quick rush of words, she went on, 'If you think that I looked up and saw Ardwyck and was frightened of him, it's nonsense. It's absolute nonsense. Why should I be frightened of him, what reason would I have to be frightened of him? We were great friends. I was just very, very pleased when I suddenly saw him. It was a delightful surprise, as I told you. Yes, a delightful surprise.' She raised her head, looking at him, her face vivid and defiant.
'Thank you, Miss Gregg,' said Craddock quietly. 'If you should feel inclined at any moment to take me a little further into your confidence I should strongly advise you to do so.'
Chapter 14
I
Mrs Bantry was on her knees. A good day for hoeing. Nice dry soil. But hoeing wouldn't do everything. Thistles now, and dandelions. She dealt vigorously with these pests.
She rose to her feet, breathless but triumphant, and looked out over the hedge on to the road. She was faintly surprised to see the dark-haired secretary whose name she couldn't remember coming out of the public call box that was situated near the bus stop on the other side of the road.
What was her name now. It began with a B – or was it an R? No, Zielinsky, that was it. Mrs Bantry remembered just in time, as Ella crossed the road into the drive past the Lodge.
'Good morning, Miss Zielinsky,' she called in a friendly tone.
Ella Zielinsky jumped. It was not so much a jump, as a shy – the shy of a frightened horse. It surprised Mrs Bantry.
'Good morning,' said Ella, and added quickly: 'I came down to telephone. There's something wrong with our line today.'
Mrs Bantry felt more surprise. She wondered why Ella Zielinsky bothered to explain her action. She responded civilly. 'How annoying for you. Do come in and telephone any time you want to.'
'Oh – thank you very much…' Ella was interrupted by a fit of sneezing.
'You've got hay-fever,' said Mrs Bantry with immediate diagnosis. 'Try weak bicarbonate of soda and water.'
