well, dear, things like an antique spear collection that used to belong to old Lord Stequers whose niece I nursed once, and a whole wall of beautiful butterflies, which professors and such came to look at, and a wrought iron gate from Lady Tythe’s old home, which divided the hall from the sittingroom, and six warming pans from a castle in Ireland, and two tall vases with eagles on the lids signed by Angelica Kaufman, which once belonged to a cousin of Mata Hari, they really did, dear, and a copper firescreen with silver bosses which was a devil to polish, and a marble table from Greece, and a silver tea urn which was once used by Queen Victoria, and really, dear, that’s just the beginning, if I tell you them all I’ll go on all night.’
‘Did the Foundation insurance company have a full list?’
‘Yes, they did, dear, and why do you want to know?’
‘Because,’ I said regretfully, ‘I don’t think many ofthose things were inside the house when it burned down.’
‘
What
?’ Maisie, as far as I could tell, was genuinely astounded. ‘But they must have been.’
‘D.J. as good as told me they were looking for traces of them, and I don’t think they found any.’
‘DJ.?’
‘Mr Lagland. The elder one.’
Alternate disbelief and anger kept Maisie going through two more double gins. Disbelief, eventually, won.
‘You got it wrong, dear,’ she said finally.
‘I hope so.’
‘Inexperience of youth, of course.’
‘Maybe.’
‘Because of course everything was in its place, dear, when I went off last Friday week to stay with Betty, and I only went to Betty’s with not having seen her for so long while I’d been away, which is ironic when you think of it, but of course you can’t stay at home for ever on the off-chance your house is going to catch fire and you can save it, can you dear, or you’d never go anywhere and I would have missed my trip to Australia.’
She paused for breath. Coincidence, I thought.
‘All I can say, dear, is that it’s a miracle I took most of my jewellery with me to Betty’s, because I don’t always, except that Archie always said it was safer and of course he was always so sensible and thoughtful and sweet.’
‘Australia?’ I said.
‘Well, yes, dear, wasn’t that nice? I went out there for a visit to Archie’s sister who’s lived there since Heaven knows when and was feeling lonely since she’d been widowed, poor dear, and I went out for a bit of fun, dear, because of course I’d never really met her, only exchanged postcards of course, and I was out there for six weeks with her. She wanted me to stay, and of course we got ontogether like a house on fire… oh dear, I didn’t mean that exactly… well, anyway, I said I wanted to come back to my little house by the sea and think it over, and of course I took my jewellery with me on that trip too, dear.’
I said idly, ‘I don’t suppose you bought a Munnings while you were there.’
I didn’t know why I’d said it, apart from thinking of Donald in Australia. I was totally unprepared for her reaction.
Astounded she had been before: this time, pole-axed. Before, she had been incredulous and angry. This time, incredulous and frightened.
She knocked over her gin, slid off her bar stool, and covered her open mouth with four trembling red-nailed fingers.
‘You didn’t!’ I said disbelievingly.
‘How do you know?’
‘I don’t…’
‘Are you from Customs and Excise?’
‘Of course not.’
‘Oh dear. Oh dear…’ She was shaking, almost as shattered as Donald.
I took her arm and led her over to an armchair beside a small bar table.
‘Sit down,’ I said coaxingly, ‘and tell me.’
It took ten minutes and a refill double gin.
‘Well, dear, I’m not an art expert, as you can probably guess, but there was this picture by Sir Alfred Munnings, signed and everything, dear, and it was such a bargain really, and I thought how tickled Archie would have been to have a real Munnings on
‘Did the Foundation insurance company have a full list?’
‘Yes, they did, dear, and why do you want to know?’
‘Because,’ I said regretfully, ‘I don’t think many ofthose things were inside the house when it burned down.’
‘
What
?’ Maisie, as far as I could tell, was genuinely astounded. ‘But they must have been.’
‘D.J. as good as told me they were looking for traces of them, and I don’t think they found any.’
‘DJ.?’
‘Mr Lagland. The elder one.’
Alternate disbelief and anger kept Maisie going through two more double gins. Disbelief, eventually, won.
‘You got it wrong, dear,’ she said finally.
‘I hope so.’
‘Inexperience of youth, of course.’
‘Maybe.’
‘Because of course everything was in its place, dear, when I went off last Friday week to stay with Betty, and I only went to Betty’s with not having seen her for so long while I’d been away, which is ironic when you think of it, but of course you can’t stay at home for ever on the off-chance your house is going to catch fire and you can save it, can you dear, or you’d never go anywhere and I would have missed my trip to Australia.’
She paused for breath. Coincidence, I thought.
‘All I can say, dear, is that it’s a miracle I took most of my jewellery with me to Betty’s, because I don’t always, except that Archie always said it was safer and of course he was always so sensible and thoughtful and sweet.’
‘Australia?’ I said.
‘Well, yes, dear, wasn’t that nice? I went out there for a visit to Archie’s sister who’s lived there since Heaven knows when and was feeling lonely since she’d been widowed, poor dear, and I went out for a bit of fun, dear, because of course I’d never really met her, only exchanged postcards of course, and I was out there for six weeks with her. She wanted me to stay, and of course we got ontogether like a house on fire… oh dear, I didn’t mean that exactly… well, anyway, I said I wanted to come back to my little house by the sea and think it over, and of course I took my jewellery with me on that trip too, dear.’
I said idly, ‘I don’t suppose you bought a Munnings while you were there.’
I didn’t know why I’d said it, apart from thinking of Donald in Australia. I was totally unprepared for her reaction.
Astounded she had been before: this time, pole-axed. Before, she had been incredulous and angry. This time, incredulous and frightened.
She knocked over her gin, slid off her bar stool, and covered her open mouth with four trembling red-nailed fingers.
‘You didn’t!’ I said disbelievingly.
‘How do you know?’
‘I don’t…’
‘Are you from Customs and Excise?’
‘Of course not.’
‘Oh dear. Oh dear…’ She was shaking, almost as shattered as Donald.
I took her arm and led her over to an armchair beside a small bar table.
‘Sit down,’ I said coaxingly, ‘and tell me.’
It took ten minutes and a refill double gin.
‘Well, dear, I’m not an art expert, as you can probably guess, but there was this picture by Sir Alfred Munnings, signed and everything, dear, and it was such a bargain really, and I thought how tickled Archie would have been to have a real Munnings on
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