Agatha Christie by The Mysterious Mr Quin

Author:The Mysterious Mr Quin [Quin, The Mysterious Mr]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-10-31T21:34:43+00:00

Satterthwaite, who knew everything, knew that it was perfectly possible for Lady Stranleigh to have grown-up grandchildren. She represented the extreme triumph of art over nature. Her figure was marvellous, her complexion was marvellous. She had enriched many beauty parlours and certainly the results were astounding.

Lady Stranleigh lit a cigarette, crossed her beautiful legs encased in the finest of nude silk stockings and murmured--"Yes, I really am rather worried about Margery."

"Dear me," said Mr. Satterthwaite, "what is the trouble?"

Lady Stanleigh turned her beautiful blue eyes upon him

"You have never met her, have you? She is Charles' daughter, "she added helpfully.

If entries in "Who's Who" were strictly truthful, the entries concerning Lady Stranleigh might have ended as follows-- hobbies-- getting married- She had floated through life shedding husbands as she went. She had lost three by divorce and one by death.

"If she had been Rudolph's child I could have understood it, "mused Lady Stranleigh. "You remember Rudolf? He was always temperamental. Six months after we married I had to apply for those queer things--what do they call them? Conjugal what nots, you know what I mean.

Thank goodness it is all much simpler nowadays. I remember I had to write him the silliest kind of letter--my lawyer practically dictated it to me. Asking him to come back, you know, and that I would do all I could, etc, etc, but you never could count on Rudolf, he was so temperamental.

He came rushing home at once, which was quite the wrong thing to do, and not all what the lawyers meant."

She sighed.

"About Margery?" suggested Mr. Satterthwaite, tactfully leading her back to the subject under discussion.

"Of course. I was just going to tell you, wasn't I? Margery has been seeing things, or hearing them. Ghosts, you know, and all that. I should never have thought that Margery could be so imaginative. She is a dear good girl, always has been, but just a shade--dull."

"Impossible," murmured Mr. Satterthwaite with a confused idea of being complimentary.

"In fact, very dull," said Lady Stranleigh. "Doesn't care for dancing, or cocktails or any of the things a young girl ought to care about. She much prefers staying at home to hunt instead of coming out here with me."

"Dear, dear," said Mr. Satterthwaite, "she wouldn't come out with you, you say?"

"Well, I didn't exactly press her. Daughters have a depressing effect upon one, I find."

Mr. Satterthwaite tried to think of Lady Stranleigh accompanied by a serious-minded daughter and failed.

"I can't help wondering if Margery is going off her head, "continued Margery's mother in a cheerful voice. "hearing voices is a very bad sign, so they tell me. It is not as though Abbot's Page 90

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