Patricia Wentworth - Pilgrim’s Rest

aka Dark Threat

Miss Silver #10, 1946

Judy Elliot stepped off the moving staircase at Piccadilly Circus, and felt a hand under her elbow. As it was undoubtedly a male hand and she was not prepared to be picked up by something in the lonely-soldier line, she first quickened her pace, and when that didnt seem to be any good whisked round with a few refrigerated words upon her tongue.

They never got said. The keep-your-distance look melted into one of pleased recognition. She tilted her chin, gazed up at a tall young man in a dark blue suit and a discreetly chosen tie, and exclaimed, Frank!

Detective Sergeant Abbott gave a poor imitation of his usual rather cynical smile. He was in fact considerably handicapped by the behaviour of his heart, a perfectly sound organ but responding at the moment to a quite uncalled for access of emotion. When you havent seen a girl for a year, when she hasnt answered your letters, and when you have convinced yourself that any slight interest you may have felt is now a thing of the past, it is extremely discomposing to find yourself behaving like a schoolboy in love. He couldnt even be sure that he had not changed colour, and, worst symptom of all, he was rapidly beginning to feel that, Judy being here, nothing else mattered.

He continued to smile, and she continued to tilt her chin, this being made necessary by the difference in their heights. The chin was a firm one, the face to which it belonged agreeable rather than pretty, the mouth wide and curving, the eyes indeterminate in colour but very expressive. They began at this moment to express surprise. What on earth Frank Abbott thought he was doing, standing looking at her like that She pulled him by the arm and said,

Wake up!

He came to with a jerk. If anyone had told him he would make a public exhibition of himself like this, he would have laughed in the idiots face. He found a tongue very little accustomed to being out of action, and said,

Its shock. You must make allowances. You were the last person on earth I expected to see.

The gaze became severe.

Does that mean you thought you had hold of a perfectly strange girls elbow, and found it was me?

No, it doesnt. I should get the sack from the Yard if I went about doing that sort of thing. Besides, not very subtle-I can do better than that when I give my mind to it. Judy, where have you been?

Oh, in the country Were blocking the traffic.

He took her by the arm and steered for a backwater.

Well, here we are. Why didnt you answer my letters? He didnt mean to say that, but it came out.

Letters? I didnt get any.

He said, I wrote. Where have you been?

Oh, here and there-with Aunt Cathy till she died, and then rather on the trek.

Called up?

No. Ive got Penny-she hasnt got anyone else.

Penny?

My sister Noras baby. She and John went in an air raid just after the last time I saw you. All right for them, but rotten for Penny.

He saw her face stiffen. She looked past him as he said,

I didnt know. Im sorry. What can one say?

Nothing. I can talk about it all right-you neednt mind. And Ive got Penny. She isnt quite four, and there isnt a single other relation who can take her, so Ive got exemption. What about you?

They wont let me go.

What rotten luck! Look here, Ive got to fly and feed the child. Were staying with Isabel March, and shes lunching out, so I simply darent be late. She said shed have Penny whilst I shopped.

He kept hold of her arm.

Wait a minute-dont vanish till weve got something fixed. Will you dine with me?

She shook her head.

No-Isabels out-thered be no one in the flat. I cant leave Penny. And if you say what you were going to say, Ill never speak to you again.

There was a rather sardonic gleam in the light eyes as he said,

Undoubtedly an angel child. I adore them!

Judy burst out laughing.

Dont they teach you to tell lies better than that at Scotland Yard?

They dont teach us to tell lies at all. Were all very high-toned. My Chief is an esteemed Chapel member. If your Isabel March is out, what about my dropping in to help look after Penny?

Shell be asleep. I could do an omelette-reconstructed egg of course.

What time?

In spite of himself his voice was eager. Judy wondered why. They had been friendly, but no more. They had dined together, danced together. And then she had had to go back to poor old Aunt Cathy, and he hadnt written or anything. Only now he said he had She wondered about that. She wondered if he was one of the out-of-sight out-of-mind kind, because if he was, she wasnt the right person to try it on with. A years silence, and then that eager voice. And it wasnt like him to be eager. She recalled an elegant young man with a rather blas manner. He was still elegant-slim and tall, with very fair hair slicked back and mirror-smooth, and light blue eyes which had appeared to contemplate his fellow-beings with supercilious amusement, but which at the moment were fixed upon her in rather a disturbing manner.

She began to regret the omelette. Because what was the good of being disturbed? She wasnt going to have any time for young men, what with Penny and getting a job as a housemaid. She had a moment of wanting to back out-she had a moment when she would have liked to run away. And then the voice of common sense chipped in with one of its most insidious and fallacious remarks-After all, its only one evening-what does it matter?

She gave Frank a smile of pure relief, said, Half past seven- 3 Raynes Court Buildings, Cheriton Street, and walked rapidly away.

When one is four years old going to bed is a very important ceremony. Miss Penny Fossett exacted the full rites. Any attempt at hurry, any scamping, merely resulted in a mellifluous Do it again. Judys attempts to maintain the upper hand were conscientious, but they didnt always come off. The way of the transgressor was, unfortunately, so very beguiling. At the very moment of Judys screwing herself up to be severe the infant sinner would remark with a heart-piercing smile, It loves its Judy, and fling damp throttling arms about her neck.

On this particular evening the bath had been a very lingering one. Isabel had unearthed an aged rubber duck from an attic in her mothers country house. It should, of course, have gone to salvage long ago, but had been overlooked, much to Pennys delight. When she could be torn away from it, there was not as much time left as Judy could have wished. Even if you are completely indifferent to a young man, you do like to have time to do the hair and give nature a helping hand with the face before he comes to supper. It is difficult to bathe the very young without becoming dishevelled. The old-fashioned Nanny could do it, but it is a rapidly dying art. Judy was hot and damp as she sat on the edge of her bed and held out her arms.

Now Penny-prayers.

Miss Penelope Fossett was wearing pale blue pyjamas. Her dark hair curled artlessly about her enchanting head. She had little pink ears and rather a heart-shaped face. Her eyes were unbelievably blue, her lashes unbelievably long and black. The colour in her cheeks was pure and deep. She diffused warmth, moisture, and a smell of lavender soap as she kneeled up beside Judy, bowed her head upon her folded hands, and emitted a long penetrating Moo! If you laughed you were lost. Judy bit the inside of her lip, which sometimes helped.

Penny! I said prayers!

One blue eye opened, gazed at her with reproach, and shut again.

It is saying its prayers. Its a moo-cow. Thats the way they say them.