'About this house, you mean, or this garden?'
'That's right. He knew some of the stories about it, you know. Where people were seen going and what they did with things maybe, and where they met people. Where there were hiding-places and things. He used to talk sometimes, he did. Of course Mom, she didn't listen much. She'd just think it was all silly. Johnny - that's my older brother - he thinks it's all nonsense and he didn't listen. But I listened and Clarence is interested in that sort of thing. You know, he likes those kind of films and all that. He said to me, "Chuck, it's just like a film." So we talked about it together.'
'Did you ever hear anyone talked about whose name was Mary Jordan?'
'Ah yes, of course. She was the German girl who was a spy, wasn't she? Got naval secrets out of naval officers, didn't she?'
'Something of that kind, I believe,' said Tuppence, feeling it safer to stick to that version, though in her mind apologizing to the ghost of Mary Jordan.
'I expect she was very lovely, wasn't she? Very beautiful?'
'Well, I don't know,' said Tuppence, 'because, I mean, she probably died when I was about three years old.'
'Yes, of course, it would be so, wouldn't it? Oh, one hears her talked about sometimes.'
'You seem very excited and out of breath, Tuppence,' said Tommy as his wife, dressed in her garden clothes, came in through the side door, panting a little as she came.
'Well,' said Tuppence, 'I am in a way.'
'Not been overdoing it in the garden?'
'No. Actually I haven't been doing anything at all. I've just been standing by the lettuces talking, or being talked to - whichever way you put it -'
'Who's been talking to you?'
'A boy,' said Tuppence. 'A boy.'
'Offering to help in the garden?'
'Not exactly,' said Tuppence. 'That would be very nice too, of course. No. Actually, he was expressing admiration.'
'Of the garden?'
'No,' said Tuppence, 'of me.'
'Of you?'
'Don't look surprised,' said Tuppence, 'and oh, don't sound surprised either. Still, I admit these bonnes bouches come in sometimes when you least expect them.'
'Oh. What is the admiration of - your beauty or your garden overall?'
'My past,' said Tuppence.
'Your past!'
'Yes. He was fairly thrilled to think I had been the lady, as he politely put it, who had unmasked a German spy in the last war. A false naval commander, retired, who was nothing of the kind.'
'Good gracious,' said Tommy. 'N or M again. Dear me, shan't we ever be able to live that down?'
'Well, I'm not very sure I want to live it down,' said Tuppence. 'I mean, why should we? If we'd been a celebrated actress or actor we'd quite like to be reminded of it.'
'I see the point,' said Tommy.
'And I think it might be very useful with what we're trying to do here.'
'If he's a boy, how old did you say he was?'
'Oh, I should think about ten or twelve. Looks ten but he's twelve, I think. And he has a friend called Clarence.'
'What's that got to do with it?'
'Well, nothing at the moment,' said Tuppence, 'but he and Clarence are allies and would like, I think, to attach themselves to our service. To find out things or to tell us things.'
'If they're ten or twelve, how can they tell us things or remember things we want to know?' said Tommy. 'What sort of things did he say?'
'Most of his sentences were short,' said Tuppence, 'and consisted of mainly "well, you know," or "you see, it was like this" or "yes, and then you know". Anyway, "you know" was always a component part of everything he said.'
'And they were all things you didn't know.'
'Well, they were attempts at explaining things he'd heard about.'
'Heard about from whom?'
'Well, not first-hand knowledge, as you'd say, and I wouldn't say second-hand knowledge. I think it might go up to third-hand, fourth-hand, fifth-hand, sixth-hand knowledge. It consisted also of what Clarence had heard and what Clarence's friend, Algernon, had heard. What Algernon said Jimmy had heard -'
'Stop,' said Tommy, 'that's enough. And what had they heard?'
'That's more difficult,' said Tuppence, 'but I think one can get round to it. They'd heard certain places mentioned or stories told and they were very, very anxious to partake of the joys of what we had clearly come to do here.'
'Which is?'
'To discover something important. Something that's well known to be hidden here.'
'Ah,' said Tommy. 'Hidden. Hidden how, where and when?'
'Different stories about all those three,' said Tuppence, 'but it's exciting, you must admit, Tommy.'
Tommy said thoughtfully that perhaps it was.
'It ties in with old Isaac,' said Tuppence. 'I think Isaac must have known quite a lot of things which he could have told us.'
'And you think that Clarence and - what's this one's name again?'
'I'll remember it in a minute,' said Tuppence. 'I got so confused with all the other people he'd heard things from. The ones with the grand names like AIgernon and the ones with the ordinary names like Jimmy and Johnny and Mike.
'Chuck,' said Tuppence suddenly.
'Chuck what?' asked Tommy.
'No. I didn't mean it that way. I think that's his name. The boy, I mean. Chuck.'
'It seems a very odd name.'
'His real name is Henry but I expect his friends call him Chuck.'
'Like Chuck goes the weasel.'
'Pop goes the weasel, you mean.'
'Well, I know that's correct. But Chuck goes the weasel sounds much the same.'
'Oh Tommy, what I really want to say to you is that we've got to go on with this, specially now. Do you feel the same?'
'Yes,' said Tommy.
'Well, I thought perhaps you did. Not that you've said anything. But we've got to go on with it and I'll tell you why. Mainly because of Isaac. Isaac. Somebody killed him. They killed him because he knew something. He knew something that might have been dangerous to somebody. And we've got to find out who the person was it would be dangerous to.'
'You don't think,' said Tommy, 'that it's just - oh one of those things. You know, hooliganism or whatever they call it. You know, people go out and want to do people in and don't care who the people are, but they prefer them to be elderly and not be able to put up any kind of a resistance.'
'Yes,' said Tuppence, 'in a way I do mean that. But - I don't think it was that. I think there is something, I don't know if hidden is the right word, there's something here. Something that throws light on something that happened in the past, something that someone left here or put here or gave to someone to keep here who has since died or put it somewhere. But something that someone doesn't want discovered. Isaac knew it and they must have been afraid he'd tell us because word's evidently going round now about us. You know, that we're famous anti-espionage people or whatever you call it. We've got a reputation for that sort of thing. And it's tied up in a way, you see, with Mary Jordan and all the rest of it.'
'Mary Jordan,' said Tommy, 'did not die a natural death.'
'Yes,' said Tuppence, 'and old Isaac was killed. We've got to find out who killed him and why. Otherwise -'
'You've got to be careful,' said Tommy, 'you've got to be careful of yourself, Tuppence. If anyone killed Isaac because he thought he was going to talk about things in the past that he'd heard about, someone may be only too pleased to wait in a dark corner for you one night and do the same thing. They wouldn't think there'd be any worry about it, they'd just think people would say: "Oh another of those things."'
'When old ladies are hit on the head and done in,' said Tuppence. 'Yes, quite so. That's the unfortunate result of having grey hair and walking with a slight arthritic limp. Of course I must be fair game for anyone. I shall look after myself. Do you think I ought to carry a small pistol about with me?'
'No,' said Tommy, 'certainly not.'
'Why? Do you think I'd make some mistake with it?'
'Well, I think you might trip over the root of a tree. You know you're always falling down. And then you might shoot yourself instead of just using the pistol for protection.'
'Oh, you don't really think I'd do anything stupid like that, do you?' said Tuppence.
'Yes, I do,' said Tommy. 'I'm sure you're quite capable of it.'
'I could carry a flick knife,' said Tuppence.
'I shouldn't carry anything at all,' said Tommy. 'I should just go about looking innocent and talking about gardening. Say, perhaps, we're not sure we like the house and we have plans for going to live elsewhere. That's what I suggest.'
'Who've I got to say that to?'
'Oh, almost anyone,' said Tommy. 'It'll get round.'
'Things always get round,' said Tuppence. 'Quite a place here for things getting round. Are you going to say the same things, Tommy?'
'Well, roughly. Say, perhaps, that we don't like the house as much as we thought we did.'
'But you want to go on, too, don't you?' said Tuppence.
'Yes,' said Tommy. 'I'm embroiled all right.'
'Have you thought how to set about it?'
'Go on doing what I'm doing at present. What about you, Tuppence? Have you got any plans?'
'Not quite yet,' said Tuppence. 'I've got a few ideas. I can get a bit more out of - what did I say his name was?'
'First Henry - then Clarence.'
Chapter 9
JUNIOR BRIGADE
Having seen Tommy depart for London, Tuppence was wandering vaguely round the house trying to single out some particular activity which might yield successful results. However, her brain did not seem to be full of bright ideas this morning.
With the general feeling of one returning to the beginning, she climbed up to the book-room and walked round it vaguely, looking at the titles of various volumes. Children's books, lots of children's books, but really one couldn't go any farther than that, could one? She had gone as far as anyone could already. By now she was almost certain that she had looked at every single book in this particular room; Alexander Parkinson had not revealed any more of his secrets.
She was standing there running her fingers through her hair, frowning and kicking at a bottom shelf of theological works whose bindings were nearly all of them scaling away from the books, when Albert came up.
'Someone as wants to see you downstairs, madam.'
'What do you mean by someone?' said Tuppence. 'Anyone I know?'
'I dunno. Shouldn't think so. Boys they are, mainly. Boys and a girl or two all in a hump. Spect they want a subscription for something or other.'
'Oh. They didn't give any names or say anything?'
'Oh, one of them did. Said he was Clarence and you'd know all about him.'
'Oh,' said Tuppence. 'Clarence.' She considered for a moment.
Was this the fruit from yesterday? Anyway, it could do no harm to follow it up.
'Is the other boy here too? The one I was talking to yesterday in the garden?'
'Don't know. They all look much alike. Dirty, you know, and all the rest of it.'
'Oh well,' said Tuppence, 'I'll come down.'
When she had reached the ground floor she turned enquiringly to her guide.
Albert said, 'Oh, I didn't let them come into the house. Wouldn't be safe, I think. Never know what you might lose, these days. They're out in the garden. They said to tell you they was by the gold-mine.'
'They was by the what?' asked Tuppence.
'The gold-mine.'
'Oh,' said Tuppence.
'What way would that be?'
Tuppence pointed.
'Past the rose garden, and then right by the dahlia walk. I think I know. There's a sort of water thing there. I don't know if it's a brook or a canal or has once been a pond that has had goldfish in it. Anyway, give me my gumboots and I'd better take my mackintosh as well in case someone pushes me into it.'
'I should put it on if I was you, ma'am, it's going to rain presently.'
'Oh dear,' said Tuppence. 'Rain, rain. Always rain.'
She went out and came fairly quickly to what seemed to be a considerable deputation waiting for her. There were, she thought, about ten or twelve of assorted ages, mainly boys flanked by two long-haired girls, all looking rather excited. One of them said in a shrill voice as Tuppence approached:
'Here she comes! Here she is. Now then, who's going to speak? Go on, George, you'd better talk. You're the one as always talks.'
'Well, you're not going to now. I'm going to talk,' said Clarence.
'You shut up, Clarrie. You know your voice is weak. It makes you cough if you talk.'
'Now look here, this is my show. I -'
'Good morning, all,' said Tuppence, breaking in. 'You've come to see me about something, have you? What is it?'
'Got something for you, we have,' said Clarence. 'Information. That's what you're after, isn't it?'
'It depends,' said Tuppence. 'What kind of information?'
'Oh, not information about nowadays. All long ago.'
'Historical information,' said one of the girls, who appeared to be the intellectual chief of the group. 'Most interesting if you're doing research into the past.'
'I see,' said Tuppence, concealing the fact that she did not see. 'What's this place here?'
'It's a gold-mine.'
'Oh,' said Tuppence. 'Any gold in it?'
She looked about her.
'Well, really, it's a goldfish pool,' explained one of the boys. 'Used to be goldfish in it once, you know. Special ones with lots of tails, from Japan or somewhere. Oh, wonderful it used to be. That was in old Mrs Forrester's time. That's - oh, that's ten years ago.'
'Twenty-four years ago,' said one of the girls.
'Sixty years ago,' said a very small voice, 'every bit of sixty years ago. Lots of goldfish there were. Ever so many. Said to be very valuable, they was. They used to die sometimes. Sometimes they ate each other, sometimes they were just lying on top, floating about, you know.'
'Well,' said Tuppence, 'what do you want to tell me about them? There are no goldfish to see here now.'
'No. It's information,' said the intellectual girl.
A large outbreak of voices occurred. Tuppence waved her hand.
'Not all at once,' she said. 'One or two speak at a time. What's all this about?'
'Something perhaps you ought to know about where things was hidden once. Hidden once and said to be very important.'
'And how do you know about them?' said Tuppence.
This provoked a chorus of replies. It was not very easy to hear everyone at once.
'It was Janie.'
'It was Janie's Uncle Ben,' said one voice.
'No, it wasn't. It was Harry, it was... Yes, it was Harry. Harry's cousin Tom... Much younger than that. It was his grandmother told him and his grandmother had been told by Josh. Yes. I don't know who Josh was. I think Josh was her husband... No, he wasn't her husband, he was her uncle.'
'Oh dear,' said Tuppence.
She looked over the gesticulating crowd and picked out a choice.
'Clarence,' she said. 'You're Clarence, aren't you? Your friend told me about you. Yes, well what do you know and what's it all about?'
'Well, if you want to find out you've got to go to the PPC.'
'Go to the what?' said Tuppence.
'The PPC.'
'What's the PPC?'
'Don't you know? Hasn't anyone told you? PPC is the Pensioners' Palace Club.'
'Oh dear,' said Tuppence, 'that sounds very grand.'
'It isn't grand at all,' said one boy of about nine. 'It isn't grand a bit. It's only old age pensioners saying things and getting together. Pack of lies, some people say they tell about things they knew. You know, knew in the last war and knew after it. Oh, all sorts of things they say.'
'Where is this PPC?' asked Tuppence.
'Oh, it's along at the end of the village. Halfway to Mort
on Cross, it is. If you're a pensioner you get a ticket for it and you go there and you have bingo and you have all sorts of things there. It's quite fun, it is. Oh, some of them are very old. Some of them are deaf and blind and everything else. But they all - well, they like getting together, you know.'