I could. Everything in the High Street was quiet as the grave, I was thankful to see.
Next day I didnât get up until nearly dinner time, and then I went straight down to Noraâs, same as usual on Sundays. Lije had gone out to the Black Horse to fetch some beer, and when he came back with the jug he was fairly busting with news.
âWhat dâyou think!â he says, his eyes bulging. âOld Eb Langley popped off in the night! True as Iâm standing here! They found him dead this morning in his bed!â
âNo!â says Nora, dropping the tablecloth she was just unfolding. âWhat was it, his heart?â
âThey reckon so. Seemingly he must have jumped up in bed, some time in the night, and just gone out like a light. Joss says to look at his face youâd think heâd been frightened to death â looked as if heâd woke up and seen the devils coming for him.â
Lucky Nora was there to do the talking, because I couldnât have said a word. I was watching Lije to see if he was thinking what I was thinking, but his face was as smooth as a babyâs.
âHe must have been took awful sudden,â says Nora. âAnd he never had time to call to anybody? Nobody heard anything in the night?â
âWho was there to hear anything, when you come to think of it. His missus was in the next room, but sheâs deafer than the wall.â
âOf course, thatâs right!â says Nora. âShe wouldnât even hear Gabrielâs horn! And when you think what I said when you went off yesterday â I said I hoped the old so-and-so would die of spite when he heard the news! How awful! I never thought heâd go and do it!â
I was still watching Lije, and I still didnât know what to think. âJust imagine!â I said, staring at him, âit could have happened just about the time we were walking past down the streetââ
âDid we walk down the street?â he says. âThe head Iâve got on me this morning, Iâm damned if I know how I did get home. Last thing I remember was that bloke with the long hair trying to swop me his harp for my double-B. What happened after that?â
But I didnât tell him, I just changed the subject. If he didnât know, I reckoned Iâd best let well alone. And if he did know, all the more reason why I should keep my mouth shut. And if any of the folks who live near the Black Horse heard any funny noises in the night, all I can say is, theyâre keeping pretty quiet about it, too.
After all, everybody seems satisfied. Weâve got the trophy, weâre getting our clubroom back next year because Mrs Langley doesnât much like having the place bunged up with sale junk, and nobody can fetch old Eb back, even supposing they wanted to. His missus looked ten years younger at the funeral. She had a nice new black costume, and a hearing-aid, and a smart hat on her new perm. They say Ben Barclayâs beginning to cast an eye in her direction. Yes, on the whole I reckon things have worked out pretty well.
The Man Who Met Himself
If I hadnât known Frank Willard for four years without ever really knowing the first thing about him, I might not have felt so deeply involved. Iâd played in the same cricket club for two seasons, and lifted my hat to him and his wife after church almost every Sunday morning since Iâd come into the district; and yet when they fetched me to the police station that evening, it was as though I saw him for the first time.
He was sitting on an upright chair, with his hands slack between his knees, staring straight ahead of him with blank blue eyes in a stunned face, as though memory and mind had left him altogether.
When I walked into his line of vision he looked through me. His well-polished black shoes and rather worn grey suit were as neat as ever, but the man inside them had stopped functioning. The doctor said he was in a state of