face, she tilted her head back and gulped it down at a draught.
âItâs lovely,â she said. âCan I have another?â
âNo,â I said.
âWhy not?â
âIn about ten minutes youâll probably know.â
âOh!â
Megan transferred her attention to Joanna.
âI really am awfully sorry for having made such a nuisance of myself howling away like that. I canât think why. It seems awfully silly when Iâm so glad to be here.â
âThatâs all right,â said Joanna. âWeâre very pleased to have you.â
âYou canât be, really. Itâs just kindness on your part. But I am grateful.â
âPlease donât be grateful,â said Joanna. âIt will embarrass me. I was speaking the truth when I said we should be glad to have you. Jerry and I have used up all our conversation. We canât think of anymore things to say to each other.â
âBut now,â I said, âwe shall be able to have all sorts of interesting discussionsâabout Goneril and Regan and things like that.â
Meganâs face lit up.
âIâve been thinking about that, and I think I know the answer. It was because that awful old father of theirs always insisted on such a lot of sucking up. When youâve always got to be saying thank you and how kind and all the rest of it, it would make you go a bit rotten and queer inside, and youâd just long to be able to be beastly for a changeâand when you got the chance, youâd probably find it went to your head and youâd go too far. Old Lear was pretty awful, wasnât he? I mean, he did deserve the snub Cordelia gave him.â
âI can see,â I said, âthat we are going to have many interesting discussions about Shakespeare.â
âI can see you two are going to be very highbrow,â said Joanna. âIâm afraid I always find Shakespeare terribly dreary. All those long scenes where everybody is drunk and itâs supposed to be funny.â
âTalking of drink,â I said turning to Megan. âHow are you feeling?â
âQuite all right, thank you.â
âNot at all giddy? You donât see two of Joanna or anything like that?â
âNo. I just feel as though Iâd like to talk rather a lot.â
âSplendid,â I said. âObviously you are one of our natural drinkers. That is to say, if that really was your first cocktail.â
âOh, it was.â
âA good strong head is an asset to any human being,â I said.
Joanna took Megan upstairs to unpack.
Partridge came in, looking sour, and said she had made two cup custards for lunch and what should she do about it?
Six
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T he inquest was held three days later. It was all done as decorously as possible, but there was a large attendance and, as Joanna observed, the beady bonnets were wagging.
The time of Mrs. Symmingtonâs death was put at between three and four oâclock. She was alone in the house, Symmington was at his office, the maids were having their day out, Elsie Holland and the children were out walking and Megan had gone for a bicycle ride.
The letter must have come by the afternoon post. Mrs. Symmington must have taken it out of the box, read itâand then in a state of agitation she had gone to the potting shed, fetched some of the cyanide kept there for taking waspsâ nests, dissolved it in water and drunk it after writing those last agitated words, âI canât go onâ¦.â
Owen Griffith gave medical evidence and stressed the view he had outlined to us of Mrs. Symmingtonâs nervous condition andpoor stamina. The coroner was suave and discreet. He spoke with bitter condemnation of people who write those despicable things, anonymous letters. Whoever had written that wicked and lying letter was morally guilty of murder, he said. He hoped the police would soon discover the culprit and take action
Kailin Gow, Kailin Romance