Ngaio Marsh - Last Ditch

CAST OF CHARACTERS

Young Roderick Alleyn (Ricky)

Chief Superintendent Roderick Alleyn: his father

Troy Alleyn: his mother

Inspector Fox: his godfather

Jasper Pharamond

Julia Pharamond: his wife

Selina & Julietta Pharamond: their daughters

Louis Pharamond: their cousin

Carlotta Pharamond: his wife

Bruno Pharamond: Jaspers brother

Susie de Waite

Dulcie Harkness: an equestrienne

Cuthbert Harkness: her uncle

Gilbert Ferrant: of Deep Cove

Marie Ferrant: his wife

Louis Ferrant: their son

Sydney Jones: a painter

Bob Maistre: landlord of The Cod-and-Bottle

Sergeant Plank: of Deep Cove

Mrs. Plank: his wife

Their daughter

Dr. Carey: police surgeon, Montjoy

Bob Blacker: veterinary surgeon

Police constables Moss & Cribbage

Jim Le Compte: a sailor

Sundry fishermen, waiters, and innkeepers.

For The Family at Walnut Tree Farm

i

With all their easygoing behavior there was, nevertheless, something rarified about the Pharamonds. Or so, on his first encounter with them, it seemed to Ricky Alleyn.

Even before they came into their drawing room, he had begun to collect this impression of its owners. It was a large, eccentric, and attractive room with lemon-colored walls, polished floor, and exquisite, grubby Chinese rugs. The two dominant pictures, facing each other at opposite ends of the room, were of an irritable gentleman in uniform and a lavishly bosomed impatient lady, brandishing an implacable fan.

Elsewhere he saw, with surprise, several unframed sketches, drawing-pinned to the walls, one of them being of a free, if not lewd, character.

He had blinked his way around these incompatibles and had turned to the windows and the vastness of sky and sea beyond them when Jasper Pharamond came quickly in.

Ricky Alleyn! he stated. How pleasant. Were all delighted.

He took Rickys hand, gaily tossed it away and waved him into a chair. Youre like both your parents, he observed. Clever of you.

Ricky, feeling inadequate, said his parents sent their best remembrances and had talked a great deal about the voyage they had taken with the Pharamonds as fellow passengers.

They were so nice to us, Jasper said. You cant think. VIPs as they were, and all.

They dont feel much like VIPs.

Which is one of the reasons one likes them, of course. But do tell me, exactly why have you come to the island and is the lodging Julia found for you endurable?

Feeling himself blush, Ricky said that he hoped he had come to work through the Long Vacation, that his accommodation with a family in the village was just what he had hoped for, and that he was very much obliged to Mrs. Pharamond for finding it.

She adores doing that sort of thing, said her husband. But arent you over your academic hurdles with all sorts of firsts and glories? Arent you a terribly young don?

Ricky mumbled wildly and Jasper smiled. His small hooked nose dipped and his lip twitched upwards. It was a faunish smile and agreed with his cap of tight curls.

I know, he said; "youre writing a novel.

Ive scarcely begun.

And you dont want to talk about it. How wise you are. Here come the others, or some of them.

Two persons came in, a young woman and a youth of about thirteen years whose likeness to Jasper established him as a Pharamond.

Julia, Jasper said, and Bruno. My wife and my brother.

Julia was beautiful. She greeted Ricky with great politeness and a ravishing smile, made inquiries about his accommodation, and then turned to her husband.

Darling, she said. A surprise for you. A girl.

What do you mean, Julia? Where?

With the children in the garden. Shes going to have a baby.

Immediately?

Of course not." Julia began to laugh. Her whole face broke into laughter. She made a noise like a soda-water syphon and spluttered indistinguishable words. Her husband watched her apprehensively. The boy, Bruno, began to giggle.

Who is this girl? Jasper asked. And to Ricky: You must excuse Julia. Her life is full of drama.

Julia addressed herself warmly to Ricky. Its just that we do seem to get ourselves let in for rather peculiar situations. If Jasper stops interrupting Ill explain.

I have stopped interrupting, Jasper said.

Bruno and the children and I, Julia explained to Ricky, drove to a place called Leathers to see about hiring horses from the stable people. Harness, theyre called.

Harkness, said Jasper.

Harkness. Mr. and Miss. Uncle and niece. So they werent in their office and they werent in their stables. We were going to look in the horse paddock when we heard someone howling. And I mean really howling. Bawling. And being roared back at. In the harness room, it transpired, with the door shut. Something about Mr. Harkness threatening to have somebody called Mungo shot because hed kicked the sorrel mare. I think perhaps Mungo was a horse. But while we stood helpless it turned into Mr. H. calling Miss H. a Whore of Babylon. Too awkward. Well, what would you have done?

Jasper said: Gone away.

Out of tact or fear?

Fear.

Julia turned enormous eyes on Ricky.

So would I, he said hurriedly.

Well, so might I, too, because of the children, but before I could make up my mind there came the sound of a really hard slap and a yell, and the tack-room door burst open. Out flew Miss Harness.

Harkness.

Well, anyway out she flew and bolted past us and round the house and away. And there in the doorway stood Mr. Harkness with a strap in his hand, roaring out Old Testament anathemas.

What action did you take? asked her husband.

I turned into a sort of policewoman and said, What seems to be the trouble, Mr. Harkness? and he strode away.

And then?

We left. We couldnt go running after Mr. Harkness when he was in that sort of mood.

He might have hit us, Bruno pointed out. His voice had the unpredictable intervals of adolescence.

Could we get back to the girl in the garden with the children? A sense of impending disaster seems to tell me she is Miss Harkness.

But none other. We came upon her on our way home. She was standing near the edge of the cliffs with a very odd look on her face, so I stopped the car and talked to her and shes nine weeks gone. My guess is that she wont tell Mr. Harkness who the man is, which is why he set about her with the strap.

Did she tell you who the man is?

Not yet. One mustnt nag, dont you feel? asked Julia, appealing to Ricky. All in good time. Come and meet her. Shes not howling now.

Before he could reply two more Pharamonds came in: an older man and a young woman, each looking very like Bruno and Jasper. They were introduced as our cousins, Louis and Carlotta. Ricky supposed them to be brother and sister until Louis put his arms around Carlotta from behind and kissed her neck. He then noticed that she wore a wedding ring.

Who, she asked Julia, is the girl in the garden with the children? Isnt she the riding-school girl?

Yes, but I cant wade through it all again now, darling. Were going out to meet her, and you can come too.

We have met her already, Carlotta said. On that narrow path, one could hardly shove by without uttering. We passed the time of day.

Perhaps it would be kinder to bring her indoors, Julia suggested. Bruno, darling, be an angel and ask Miss Harkness to come in.

Bruno strolled away. Julia called after him: And bring the children, darling, for Ricky to meet. She gave Ricky a brilliant smile: You have come in for a tricky luncheon havent you? she said.

I expect I can manage, he replied, and the Pharamonds looked approvingly at him. Julia turned to Carlotta. Would you say you were about the same size? she asked.