Last Ditch by Ngaio Marsh

any amount. I’m ringing you up while he’s out because he’d say I was seducing you away from your book. But I’m not, am I?’
    ‘Yes,’ said Ricky, ‘you are, and it’s lovely,’ and heard her splutter.
    ‘Well, anyway,’ she said, ‘it’s all settled. You must leap on your bicyclette and pedal up to L’Esperance for breakfast and then we’ll all sweep up to the stables. Such fun.’
    ‘Is Miss Harkness coming?’
    ‘No. How can you ask! Before we knew where we were she’d miscarry.’
    ‘If horse-exercise was going to make her do that it would have done so already, I fancy,’ said Ricky, and told her about the mishap on the road to Montjoy. Julia was full of exclamations and excitement. ‘How,’ she said, ‘you dared not to ring up and tell us immediately!’
    ‘I thought you’d said she was beginning to be a bore.’
    ‘She’s suddenly got interesting again. So she’s back at Leathers and reconciled to Mr Harkness?’
    ‘I’ve no idea.’
    ‘But couldn’t you tell? Couldn’t you sense it?’
    ‘How?’
    ‘Well, from her conversation.’
    ‘It consisted exclusively of oaths.’
    ‘I can’t wait to survey the scene at Leathers. Will Mr Jones be there mucking-out?’
    ‘He was in London quite recently.’
    ‘In London! Doing what?’
    ‘Lunching with my parents, among other things.’
    ‘You really are too provoking. I can see that all sorts of curious things are happening and you’re being furtive and sly about them.’
    ‘I promise to disclose all. I’m not even fully persuaded, by the way, that she and Syd Jones are lovers.’
    ‘I shall be the judge of that. Here comes Jasper and I’ll have to tell him I’ve seduced you. Goodbye.’
    ‘Which is no more than God’s truth,’ Ricky shouted fervently. He heard her laugh and hang up the receiver.
    The next morning dawned brilliantly, and at half past nine Ricky, dressed in Jasper’s spare jodhpurs and boots and his own Ferrant sweater, proposed to take a photograph of the Pharamonds, including the two little girls produced for the purpose. They assembled in a group on the patio. The Pharamonds evidently adored being photographed, especially Louis, who looked almost embarrassingly smooth in breeches, boots, sharp hacking jacket and gloves.
    ‘Louis, darling,’ Julia said, surveying him, ‘ trés snob presque cad! You lack only the polo stick!’
    ‘I don’t understand how it is,’ Carlotta said, ‘but nothing Louis wears ever looks even a day old.’
    Ricky thought that this assessment didn’t work if applied to Louis’s face. His very slight tan looked almost as if it had been laid on, imposing a spurious air of health over a rather dissipated foundation.
    ‘I bought this lot in Acapulco eight years ago,’ said Louis.
    ‘I remember. From a dethroned Prince who’d lost his all at the green baize tables,’ said Julia.
    ‘My recollection,’ Carlotta said, ‘is of a dèclassè gangster but I may be wrong.’
    Selina, who had been going through a short repertoire of exhibitionist antics, ignored by her seniors, suddenly flung herself at Louis and hung from his wrist, doubling up her legs and shrieking affectedly.
    ‘You little monster,’ he said, ‘you’ve nearly torn off a button,’ and examined his sleeve.
    Selina walked away with a blank face.
    Bruno said, ‘Do let’s get posed-up for Ricky and then take off for the stables.’
    ‘Let’s be ultra-mondains,’ Julia decided. She sank into a swinging chaise-longue, dangled an elegantly breeched leg and raised a drooping hand above her head.
    Jasper raised it to his lips. ‘Madame is enchanting – nay, irresistible – ce matin ,’ he said.
    Selina stuck out her tongue.
    Bruno, looking impatient, merely stood.
    ‘Thank you,’ said Ricky.
    They piled into Louis’s car and drove to Leathers.
    The avenue, a longish one, led to an ugly Victorian house, and continued round the back into the stable yard, and beyond this to a barn at some distance from