Surfeit of Lampreys by Ngaio Marsh Page B

it?”
    They both said: “Yes, Miss,” and Tinkerton added in a mumbling voice, “Is her ladyship much hurt, Miss?”
    â€œIt’s not her ladyship,” said Roberta, “it’s his lordship.” She remembered insanely that someone once said you had to use “Your Majesty” in every phrase of a letter written to the King. Your Majesty, your lordship, his lordship, her ladyship.
    â€œHis lordship, Miss?”
    â€œYes. He has hurt his head. I don’t really know what happened.”
    â€œNo, Miss.”
    The lift reached the top landing. Roberta felt as if she were followed by two embarrassingly large dogs. She asked them to wait and left them standing woodenly on the landing.
    Now she was back in the flat and didn’t know where to go. Perhaps Patch and Mike were still in the dining-room. She stood in the hall and listened. There was a murmur of voices in the drawing-room. Baskett came along the passage carrying a tray with a decanter and glasses. Extraordinary sight, thought Roberta. Can they possibly have settled down for another glass of sherry? Baskett dated from the New Zealand days; he was an old friend of Roberta’s and she did not feel shy with him.
    â€œBaskett, who’s in the drawing-room?"
    â€œThe family, Miss, with the exception of his lordship. His lordship is with the doctor, Miss.”
    â€œAnd Lady Wutherwood?”
    â€œI understand her ladyship is lying down, Miss.”
    Baskett lingered for a moment, looking down in a kindly and human manner at Roberta.
    â€œThe family will be glad to have you with them, Miss Robin,” he said.
    â€œHave you heard how—how he is?”
    â€œHe seemed to be unconscious, Miss, when we carried him into his lordship’s dressing-room—but alive. I haven’t heard any further report.”
    â€œNo. Baskett.”
    â€œYes, Miss?”
    â€œWhat was the matter with—his eye?”
    The network of threadlike veins across Baskett’s cheekbones started out against his bleached skin. The glasses on the tray jingled.
    â€œI shouldn’t worry about it, Miss. You’ll only upset yourself.”
    He opened the drawing-room door and stood aside for her to go in.

    The Lampreys were nice to Roberta. She kept saying to herself, they are nice to think about me. Henry gave her a glass of sherry and Charlot said what a help she had been. They were all very quiet and seemed to listen attentively for something to happen. Charlot had just left Lady Wutherwood, who was lying on her bed. She was no longer hysterical and had asked for Tinkerton. Roberta took Tinkerton to the door of the room and then rejoined the others. Nanny came in and in the usual way dragooned Mike off to bed. Charlot asked Patch to go with Nanny and Mike.
    â€œBut, Mummy—” Patch began—“it’s hours before my bedtime. Can’t I—”
    â€œPlease be with Mike, Patch.”
    â€œAll right.”
    â€œWhat is the time?” asked Frid.
    â€œQuarter to eight,” said Nanny from the door. “Come along, Michael and Patricia.”
    â€œCan it be no more than an hour since they came!” said Charlot.
    â€œAunt Kit got here earlier,” said Colin.
    â€œAunt Kit! ” Charlot looked from one to another of her children. “For pity’s sake, what has become of Aunt Kit?”
    â€œHas anybody seen her?” asked Frid.
    Nobody, it appeared, had seen Lady Katherine since the brothers were left alone in the dining-room and Charlot took the aunts to her bedroom.
    â€œWe stayed there for about ten minutes I suppose,” said Charlot, “and then she said she wished to ‘disappear.’ She knows the flat quite well so I didn’t lead the way or anything. Stephen—go and see if you can find her.”
    Stephen went away but returned to say that unless Aunt Kit was in with the doctor and Lord Charles she was not in the