死亡约会06

Chapter 6

Sarah King stood in the precincts of the Temple—the Haramesh-Sherif. Her back was to the Domeof the Rock. The splashing of fountains sounded in her ears. Little groups of tourists passed bywithout disturbing the peace of the oriental atmosphere.

Strange, thought Sarah, that once a Jebusite should have made this rocky summit into athreshing floor and that David should have purchased it for six hundred shekels of gold and madeit a Holy Place. And now the loud chattering¹ tongues of sightseers of all nations could be heard.

She turned and looked at the Mosque² which now covered the shrine³ and wondered if Solomon’stemple would have looked half as beautiful.

There was a clatter⁴ of footsteps and a little party came out from the interior of the Mosque. Itwas the Boyntons escorted by a voluble dragoman. Mrs Boynton was supported between Lennoxand Raymond. Nadine and Mr Cope walked behind. Carol came last. As they were moving off, thelatter caught sight of Sarah.

She hesitated, then, on a sudden decision, she wheeled round and ran swiftly and noiselesslyacross the courtyard.

‘Excuse me,’ she said breathlessly. ‘I must—I—I felt I must speak to you.’

‘Yes?’ said Sarah.

Carol was trembling violently. Her face was quite white.

‘It’s about—my brother. When you—you spoke⁵ to him last night you must have thought himvery rude. But he didn’t mean to be—he—he couldn’t help it. Oh, do please believe me.’

Sarah felt that the whole scene was ridiculous. Both her pride and her good taste were offended.

Why should a strange girl suddenly rush up and tender a ridiculous apology for a boorish⁶ brother?

An off-hand reply trembled on her lips—and then, quickly, her mood changed.

There was something out of the ordinary here. This girl was in deadly earnest. That somethingin Sarah which had led her to adopt a medical career reacted to the girl’s need. Her instinct toldher there was something badly wrong.

She said encouragingly: ‘Tell me about it.’

‘He spoke to you on the train, didn’t he?’ began Carol.

Sarah nodded. ‘Yes; at least, I spoke to him.’

‘Oh, of course. It would be that way round. But, you see, last night Ray was afraid—’

She stopped.

‘Afraid?’

Carol’s white face crimsoned⁷.

‘Oh, I know it sounds absurd—mad. You see, my mother—she’s—she’s not well—and shedoesn’t like us making friends outside. But—but I know Ray would—would like to be friendswith you.’

Sarah was interested. Before she could speak, Carol went on: ‘I—I know what I’m sayingsounds very silly, but we are—rather an odd family.’ She cast a quick look round—it was a lookof fear.

‘I—I mustn’t stay,’ she murmured. ‘They may miss me.’

Sarah made up her mind. She spoke.

‘Why shouldn’t you stay—if you want to? We might walk back together.’

‘Oh, no.’ Carol drew back. ‘I—I couldn’t do that.’

‘Why not?’ said Sarah.

‘I couldn’t really. My mother would be—would be—’

Sarah said clearly and calmly:

‘I know it’s awfully⁸ difficult sometimes for parents to realize that their children are grown up.

They will go on trying to run their lives for them. But it’s a pity, you know, to give in! One muststand up for one’s rights.’

Carol murmured: ‘You don’t understand—you don’t understand in the least…’

Her hands twisted together nervously⁹.

Sarah went on: ‘One gives in sometimes because one is afraid of rows. Rows are veryunpleasant, but I think freedom of action is always worth fighting for.’

‘Freedom?’ Carol stared at her. ‘None of us have ever been free. We never will be.’

‘Nonsense!’ said Sarah clearly.

Carol leaned forward and touched her arm.

‘Listen. I must try and make you understand! Before her marriage my mother — she’s mystepmother really—was a wardress in a prison. My father was the Governor and he married her.

Well, it’s been like that ever since. She’s gone on being a wardress—to us. That’s why our life isjust—being in prison!’

Her head jerked round again.

‘They’ve missed me. I—I must go.’

Sarah caught her by the arm as she was darting¹⁰ off.

‘One minute. We must meet again and talk.’

‘I can’t. I shan’t be able to.’

‘Yes, you can.’ She spoke authoritatively¹¹. ‘Come to my room after you go to bed. It’s 319.

Don’t forget, 319.’

She released her hold. Carol ran off after her family.

Sarah stood staring after her. She awoke from her thoughts to find Dr Gerard by her side.

‘Good morning, Miss King. So you’ve been talking to Miss Carol Boynton?’

‘Yes, we had the most extraordinary conversation. Let me tell you.’

She repeated the substance of her conversation with the girl. Gerard pounced¹² on one point.

‘Wardress in a prison, was she, that old hippopotamus¹³? That is significant, perhaps.’

Sarah said:

‘You mean that that is the cause of her tyranny? It is the habit of her former profession.’

Gerard shook his head.

‘No, that is approaching it from the wrong angle. There is some deep underlying¹⁴ compulsion.

She does not love tyranny because she has been a wardress. Let us rather say that she became awardress because she loved tyranny. In my theory it was a secret desire for power over otherhuman beings that led her to adopt that profession.’

His face was very grave.

‘There are such strange things buried down in the unconscious. A lust¹⁵ for power—a lust forcruelty—a savage¹⁶ desire to tear and rend—all the inheritance of our past racial memories…Theyare all there, Miss King, all the cruelty and savagery¹⁷ and lust…We shut the door on them and denythem conscious life, but sometimes—they are too strong.’

Sarah shivered. ‘I know.’

Gerard continued: ‘We see it all round us today—in political creeds¹⁸, in the conduct of nations.

A reaction from humanitarianism—from pity—from brotherly good-will. The creeds sound wellsometimes—a wise régime—a beneficent government—but imposed by force—resting on a basisof cruelty and fear. They are opening the door, these apostles of violence, they are letting up theold savagery, the old delight in cruelty for its own sake! Oh, it is difficult—Man is an animal verydelicately balanced. He has one prime necessity—to survive. To advance too quickly is as fatal asto lag behind. He must survive! He must, perhaps, retain some of the old savagery, but he must not—no definitely he must not—deify it!’

There was a pause. Then Sarah said:

‘You think old Mrs Boynton is a kind of sadist?’

‘I am almost sure of it. I think she rejoices in the infliction¹⁹ of pain—mental pain, mind you, notphysical. That is very much rarer and very much more difficult to deal with. She likes to havecontrol of other human beings and she likes to make them suffer.’

‘It’s pretty beastly,’ said Sarah.

Gerard told her of his conversation with Jefferson Cope. ‘He doesn’t realize what is going on?’

she said thoughtfully.

‘How should he? He is not a psychologist.’

‘True. He hasn’t got our disgusting minds!’

‘Exactly. He has a nice, upright, sentimental²⁰, normal American mind. He believes in goodrather than evil. He sees that the atmosphere of the Boynton family is all wrong, but he credits MrsBoynton with misguided devotion rather than active maleficence.’

‘That should amuse her,’ said Sarah.

‘I should imagine it does!’

Sarah said impatiently:

‘But why don’t they break away? They could.’

Gerard shook his head.

‘No, there you are wrong. They cannot. Have you ever seen the old experiment with a cock?

You chalk a line on the floor and put the cock’s beak²¹ on it. The cock believes he is tied there. Hecannot raise his head. So with these unfortunates. She has worked on them, remember, since theywere children. And her dominance has been mental. She has hypnotized them to believe that theycannot disobey her. Oh, I know most people would say that was nonsense—but you and I knowbetter. She has made them believe that utter dependence²² on her is inevitable²³. They have been inprison so long that if the prison door stands open they would no longer notice! One of them, atleast, no longer even wants to be free! And they would all be afraid of freedom.’

Sarah asked practically: ‘What will happen when she dies?’

Gerard shrugged²⁴ his shoulders.

‘It depends. On how soon that happens. If it happened now—well, I think it might not be toolate. The boy and girl—they are still young—impressionable. They would become, I believe,normal human beings. With Lennox, possibly, it has gone too far. He looks to me like a man whohas parted company with hope—he lives and endures like a brute²⁵ beast.’

Sarah said impatiently: ‘His wife ought to have done something! She ought to have yanked himout of it.’

‘I wonder. She may have tried—and failed.’

‘Do you think she’s under the spell, too?’

Gerard shook his head.

‘No. I don’t think the old lady has any power over her, and for that reason she hates her with abitter hatred²⁶. Watch her eyes.’

Sarah frowned. ‘I can’t make her out—the young one, I mean. Does she know what is goingon?’

‘I think she must have a pretty shrewd idea.’

‘H’m,’ said Sarah. ‘That old woman ought to be murdered! Arsenic²⁷ in her early morning teawould be my prescription²⁸.’

Then she said abruptly²⁹:

‘What about the youngest girl—the red-haired one with the rather fascinating vacant smile?’

Gerard frowned. ‘I don’t know. There is something queer there. Ginevra Boynton is the oldwoman’s own daughter, of course.’

‘Yes. I suppose that would be different—or wouldn’t it?’

Gerard said slowly: ‘I do not believe that when once the mania³⁰ for power (and the lust forcruelty) has taken possession of a human being it can spare anybody—not even its nearest anddearest.’

He was silent for a moment, then he said: ‘Are you a Christian³¹, mademoiselle?’

Sarah said slowly: ‘I don’t know. I used to think that I wasn’t anything. But now—I’m not sure.

I feel—oh, I feel that if I could sweep all this away’—she made a violent gesture—‘all thebuildings and the sects³² and the fierce squabbling churches—that—that I might see Christ’s quietfigure riding into Jerusalem on a donkey—and believe in Him.’

Dr Gerard said gravely: ‘I believe at least in one of the chief tenets of the Christian faith—contentment with a lowly place. I am a doctor and I know that ambition—the desire to succeed—to have power—leads to most ills of the human soul. If the desire is realized it leads to arrogance,violence and final satiety—and if it is denied—ah! if it is denied—let all the asylums³³ for theinsane rise up and give their testimony³⁵! They are filled with human beings who were unable toface being mediocre³⁶, insignificant³⁷, ineffective and who therefore created for themselves ways ofescape from reality so as to be shut off from life itself for ever.’

Sarah said abruptly: ‘It’s a pity the old Boynton woman isn’t in an asylum³⁴.’

Gerard shook his head.

‘No—her place is not there among the failures. It is worse than that. She has succeeded, yousee! She has accomplished³⁸ her dream.’

Sarah shuddered³⁹.

She cried passionately⁴⁰: ‘Such things ought not to be!’

 

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