Agatha Christie - Appointment with Death

"My name is Sarah King," went on the other.

"Oh, yes?"

"Mrs. Boynton, I'm going to say something rather odd to you. I talked to your sister-in-law for quite a long time the other evening."

A faint shadow seemed to ruffle the serenity of Nadine Boynon's face. "You talked to Ginevra?"

"No, not to Ginevra-to Carol."

The shadow lifted.

"Oh, I see-to Carol."

Nadine Boynton seemed pleased, but very much surprised.

"How did you manage that?"

Sarah said: "She came to my room-quite late." She saw the faint raising of the penciled brows on the white forehead. She said, with some embarrassment: "I'm sure it must seem very odd to you."

"No," said Nadine Boynton. "I am very glad. Very glad indeed. It is very nice for Carol to have a friend to talk to."

"We-we got on very well together." Sarah tried to choose her words carefully. "In fact we arranged to-to meet again the following night."

"Yes?"

"But Carol didn't come."

"Didn't she?"

Nadine's voice was cool-reflective. Her face, so quiet and gentle, told Sarah nothing.

"No. Yesterday she was passing through the hall. I spoke to her and she didn't answer. Just looked at me once, and then away again, and hurried on."

"I see."

There was a pause. Sarah found it difficult to go on.

Nadine Boynton said presently: "I'm-very sorry. Carol is-rather a nervous girl."

Again that pause. Sarah took her courage in both hands. "You know, Mrs. Boynton, I'm by way of being a doctor. I think-I think it would be good for your sister-in-law not to-not to shut herself away too much from people."

Nadine Boynton looked thoughtfully at Sarah. She said: "I see. You're a doctor. That makes a difference."

"You see what I mean?" Sarah urged.

Nadine bent her head. She was still thoughtful. "You are quite right, of course," she said after a minute or two. "But there are difficulties. My mother-in-law is in bad health and she has what I can only describe as a morbid dislike of any outsiders penetrating into her family circle."

Sarah said mutinously: "But Carol is a grown-up woman."

Nadine Boynton shook her head. "Oh no," she said. "In body, but not in mind. If you talked to her you must have noticed that. In an emergency she would always behave like a frightened child."

"Do you think that's what happened? Do you think she became-afraid?"

"I should imagine, Miss King, that my mother-in-law insisted on Carol having nothing more to do with you."

"And Carol gave in?"

Nadine Boynton said quietly: "Can you really imagine her doing anything else?"

The eyes of the two women met. Sarah felt that behind the mask of conventional words, they understood each other. Nadine, she felt, understood the position. But she was clearly not prepared to discuss it in any way. Sarah felt discouraged. The other evening it had seemed to her as though half the battle were won. By means of secret meetings she would imbue Carol with the spirit of revolt-yes, and Raymond, too. (Be honest, now; wasn't it Raymond really she had had in mind all along?)

And now, in the very first round of the battle she had been ignominiously defeated by that hulk of shapeless flesh with her evil gloating eyes. Carol had capitulated without a struggle.

"It's all wrong!" cried Sarah.

Nadine did not answer. Something in her silence went home to Sarah like a cold hand laid on her heart. She thought: "This woman knows the hopelessness of it much better than I do. She's lived with it!"

The elevator doors opened. The elder Mrs. Boynton emerged. She leaned on a stick and Raymond supported her on the other side.

Sarah gave a slight start. She saw the old woman's eyes sweep from her to Nadine and back again. She had been prepared for dislike in those eyes-for hatred even. She was not prepared for what she saw-a triumphant and malicious enjoyment.

Sarah turned away. Nadine went forward and joined the other two.

"So there you are, Nadine," said Mrs. Boynton. "I'll sit down and rest a little before I go out."

They settled her in a high-backed chair. Nadine sat down beside her.

"Who were you talking to, Nadine?"

"A Miss King."

"Oh, yes. The girl who spoke to Raymond the other night. Well, Ray, why don't you go and speak to her now? She's over there at the writing table."

The old woman's mouth widened into a malicious smile as she looked at Raymond. His face flushed. He turned his head away and muttered something.

"What's that you say, son?"

"I don't want to speak to her."

"No, I thought not. You won't speak to her. You couldn't, however much you wanted to!"

She coughed suddenly-a wheezing cough. "I'm enjoying this trip, Nadine," she said. "I wouldn't have missed it for anything."

"No?" Nadine's voice was expressionless.

"Ray."

"Yes, Mother?"

"Get me a piece of notepaper-from the table over there in the corner."

Raymond went off obediently. Nadine raised her head. She watched, not the boy, but the old woman. Mrs. Boynton was leaning forward, her nostrils dilated as though with pleasure. Ray passed close by Sarah. She looked up, a sudden hope showing in her face. It died down as he brushed past her, took some notepaper from the case and went back across the room.

There were little beads of sweat on his forehead as he rejoined them and his face was dead white. Very softly Mrs. Boynton murmured: "Ah…" as she watched his face. Then she saw Nadine's eyes fixed on her. Something in them made her own snap with sudden anger. "Where's Mr. Cope this morning?" she said.

Nadine's eyes dropped again. She answered in her gentle expressionless voice: "I don't know. I haven't seen him."

"I like him," said Mrs. Boynton. "I like him very much. We must see a good deal of him. You'll like that, won't you?"

"Yes," said Nadine. "I, too, like him very much."

"What's the matter with Lennox lately? He seems very dull and quiet. Nothing wrong between you, is there?"

"Oh, no. Why should there be?"

"I wondered. Married people don't always hit it off. Perhaps you'd be happier living in a home of your own?"

Nadine did not answer.

"Well, what do you say to the idea? Does it appeal to you?"

Nadine shook her head. She said, smiling: "I don't think it would appeal to you. Mother."

Mrs. Boynton's eyelids flickered. She said sharply and venomously: "You've always been against me, Nadine."

The younger woman replied evenly: "I'm sorry you should think that."

The old woman's hand closed on her stick. Her face seemed to get a shade more purple. She said, with a change of tone: "I forgot my drops. Get them for me, Nadine."

"Certainly."

Nadine got up and crossed the lounge to the elevator. Mrs. Boynton looked after her. Raymond sat limply in a chair, his eyes glazed with dull misery. Nadine went upstairs and along the corridor. She entered the sitting room of their suite. Lennox was sitting by the window. There was a book in his hand, but he was not reading. He roused himself as Nadine came in. "Hullo, Nadine."

"I've come up for Mother's drops. She forgot them." She went on into Mrs. Boynton's bedroom. From a bottle on the washstand she carefully measured a dose into a small medicine glass, filling it up with water. As she passed through the sitting room again she paused. "Lennox."

It was a moment or two before he answered her. It was as though the message had a long way to travel. Then he said: "I beg your pardon. What is it?"

Nadine Boynton set down the glass carefully on the table. Then she went over and stood beside him. "Lennox, look at the sunshine out there, through the window. Look at life. It's beautiful. We might be out instead of being here looking through a window."

Again there was a pause. Then he said: "I'm sorry. Do you want to go out?"