Magnolia Blossom by Agatha Christie

Author:Agatha Christie [Christie, Agatha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B0042N4IOK
Publisher: AudioGO Ltd.
Published: 2013-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

“Theo!”

Vincent Easton sprang up in incredulous delight. She stood in the doorway. Her wrap of white ermine was hanging from her shoulders. Never, Easton thought, had she looked so beautiful.

“You’ve come after all.”

She put out a hand to stop him as he came towards her.

“No, Vincent, this isn’t what you think.”

She spoke in a low, hurried voice.

“I’m here from my husband. He thinks there are some papers which may—do him harm. I have come to ask you to give them to me.”

Vincent stood very still, looking at her. Then he gave a short laugh.

“So that’s it, is it? I thought Hobson, Jekyll and Lucas sounded familiar the other day, but I couldn’t place them at the minute. Didn’t know your husband was connected with the firm. Things have been going wrong there for some time. I was commissioned to look into the matter. I suspected some underling. Never thought of the man at the top.”

Theo said nothing. Vincent looked at her curiously.

“It makes no difference to you, this?” he asked. “That—well, to put it plainly, that your husband’s a swindler?”

She shook her head.

“It beats me,” said Vincent. Then he added quietly: “Will you wait a minute or two? I will get the papers.”

Theo sat down in a chair. He went into the other room. Presently he returned and delivered a small package into her hand.

“Thank you,” said Theo. “Have you a match?”

Taking the matchbox he proffered, she knelt down by the fireplace. When the papers were reduced to a pile of ashes, she stood up.

“Thank you,” she said again.

“Not at all,” he answered formally. “Let me get you a taxi.”

He put her into it, saw her drive away. A strange, formal little interview. After the first, they had not even dared look at each other. Well, that was that, the end. He would go away, abroad, try and forget.

Theo leaned her head out of the window and spoke to the taxi driver. She could not go back at once to the house in Chelsea. She must have a breathing space. Seeing Vincent again had shaken her horribly. If only—if only. But she pulled herself up. Love for her husband she had none—but she owed him loyalty. He was down, she must stick by him. Whatever else he might have done, he loved her; his offence had been committed against society, not against her.

The taxi meandered on through the wide streets of Hampstead. They came out on the heath, and a breath of cool, invigorating air fanned Theo’s cheeks. She had herself in hand again now. The taxi sped back towards Chelsea.

Richard came out to meet her in the hall.

“Well,” he demanded, “you’ve been a long time.”

“Have I?”

“Yes—a very long time. Is it—all right?”

He followed her, a cunning look in his eyes. His hands were shaking.

“It’s—it’s all right, eh?” he said again.

“I burnt them myself.”

“Oh!”

She went on into the study, sinking into a big armchair. Her face was dead white and her whole body drooped with fatigue. She thought to herself: “If only I could go to sleep now and never, never wake up again!”

Richard was watching her.

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