better seek her out in the drawing-room lounge tonight. You're pretty certain to get it to yourselves after dinner because everybody either looks in on the television or props up the bar. Talk to her like an erring but favourite grandson. Lay bare your youthful bosom. You must give her something to go on, you know. She can't be expected to start from scratch and still steer your colours past the winning post.'
'Do jockeys start from scratch?' asked Richardson, looking more cheerful. 'I thought they were handicapped by weights.'
'All right, all right! She can't be expected to carry unfair and extra weight because she lacks the salient facts of your case. Be reasonable.'
'Yes, of course. Yes, I agree. All right, then. You do think I'm in a bit of a jam, though, don't you?'
'I still think you exaggerate the dangers, but I also still think it's better to be safe than sorry, therefore Aunt Adela is the answer, and I think you ought to tell her everything you know. Let's halt here awhile and let her and Laura catch up with us.'
'Who is this Mrs Gavin?'
'She's by way of being my great-aunt's secretary, but she is also a person in her own right.'
'Meaning?'
'A grand girl, our Laura. Anyway, you come clean and you'll never look back with either of them.'
'All right, then, let's stop and look at boats.'
'I suppose you didn't know the party of the second part?'
'The how-much?'
'The specimen who was in your tent when you went back there with the police. That there Bunt.'
'Never seen him in my life before and that's the gospel truth. I suppose he was the second runner on the heath, that's all.'
'Then what the devil are you worrying about? Suppose you do know something more about Colnbrook! What's it matter?'
'I've been framed. Somebody must have it in for me. That's the conclusion I've come to.'
'Well, think! Who's likely to frame you? When you've settled that to your satisfaction, just give Aunt Adela his name and address and, unless I'm vastly mistaken, Bob's your uncle.'
'Do you really think so?'
'Of course I do, you idiot! Put your faith in the Bradleys. They can't fail!'
'Well, if you say so,' said Richardson, but his optimism had faded again and he spoke despondently. They were traversing Keeping's Copse. Denis deliberately slowed, and then stopped.
'So you have thought better of it, Mr Richardson,' said Dame Beatrice, as disconcerting in her own fashion as her grand-nephew was in his. 'You are prepared to make shocking disclosures. I shall be very glad to hear them. Shall we make what, in modern parlance, I am informed, is called a date?'
'Well,' stammered Richardson, taken back by this display of omniscience and conscious also of Denis's triumphant yet tolerant smile. 'It's very good of you. Perhaps there are one or two things...'
'Of course there are. It would be extraordinary and inhuman if people told the whole truth at once. It might even be very dangerous. Let us now drop the subject and concentrate our thoughts on Beaulieu Abbey. What are your opinions on jazz, trad, twist, squares, cats and those delinquents who follow Siva the Destroyer without knowledge of the obverse of his medal-if, indeed, a metaphor in this connection be not entirely out of place?'
'The Preserver,' said Denis. 'Well, the refectory at Beaulieu seems to have been preserved, and something of the cloisters and a few extra bits of wall.'
Three arches of the Chapter House, too,' said Laura, 'and, of course, there's always the collection of lizzies.'
'Lizzies?'
'Vintage cars, dear.'
'Oh,' said Richardson, 'vintage cars. I see. Very interesting, I should think.'
'For good measure, the cloisters are haunted,' pursued Laura. 'Come on. Let's step it out. I want something to eat. Looking at people on boats always makes me feel hungry. You, Tom, had better walk with me, so that Dame B. and Denis can get together for a bit. They're by way of being buddies. Besides, you can confide your troubles to me as we go. I know Denis. Always sees
'Do jockeys start from scratch?' asked Richardson, looking more cheerful. 'I thought they were handicapped by weights.'
'All right, all right! She can't be expected to carry unfair and extra weight because she lacks the salient facts of your case. Be reasonable.'
'Yes, of course. Yes, I agree. All right, then. You do think I'm in a bit of a jam, though, don't you?'
'I still think you exaggerate the dangers, but I also still think it's better to be safe than sorry, therefore Aunt Adela is the answer, and I think you ought to tell her everything you know. Let's halt here awhile and let her and Laura catch up with us.'
'Who is this Mrs Gavin?'
'She's by way of being my great-aunt's secretary, but she is also a person in her own right.'
'Meaning?'
'A grand girl, our Laura. Anyway, you come clean and you'll never look back with either of them.'
'All right, then, let's stop and look at boats.'
'I suppose you didn't know the party of the second part?'
'The how-much?'
'The specimen who was in your tent when you went back there with the police. That there Bunt.'
'Never seen him in my life before and that's the gospel truth. I suppose he was the second runner on the heath, that's all.'
'Then what the devil are you worrying about? Suppose you do know something more about Colnbrook! What's it matter?'
'I've been framed. Somebody must have it in for me. That's the conclusion I've come to.'
'Well, think! Who's likely to frame you? When you've settled that to your satisfaction, just give Aunt Adela his name and address and, unless I'm vastly mistaken, Bob's your uncle.'
'Do you really think so?'
'Of course I do, you idiot! Put your faith in the Bradleys. They can't fail!'
'Well, if you say so,' said Richardson, but his optimism had faded again and he spoke despondently. They were traversing Keeping's Copse. Denis deliberately slowed, and then stopped.
'So you have thought better of it, Mr Richardson,' said Dame Beatrice, as disconcerting in her own fashion as her grand-nephew was in his. 'You are prepared to make shocking disclosures. I shall be very glad to hear them. Shall we make what, in modern parlance, I am informed, is called a date?'
'Well,' stammered Richardson, taken back by this display of omniscience and conscious also of Denis's triumphant yet tolerant smile. 'It's very good of you. Perhaps there are one or two things...'
'Of course there are. It would be extraordinary and inhuman if people told the whole truth at once. It might even be very dangerous. Let us now drop the subject and concentrate our thoughts on Beaulieu Abbey. What are your opinions on jazz, trad, twist, squares, cats and those delinquents who follow Siva the Destroyer without knowledge of the obverse of his medal-if, indeed, a metaphor in this connection be not entirely out of place?'
'The Preserver,' said Denis. 'Well, the refectory at Beaulieu seems to have been preserved, and something of the cloisters and a few extra bits of wall.'
Three arches of the Chapter House, too,' said Laura, 'and, of course, there's always the collection of lizzies.'
'Lizzies?'
'Vintage cars, dear.'
'Oh,' said Richardson, 'vintage cars. I see. Very interesting, I should think.'
'For good measure, the cloisters are haunted,' pursued Laura. 'Come on. Let's step it out. I want something to eat. Looking at people on boats always makes me feel hungry. You, Tom, had better walk with me, so that Dame B. and Denis can get together for a bit. They're by way of being buddies. Besides, you can confide your troubles to me as we go. I know Denis. Always sees
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