Three

THE ACCIDENT

It was Tuesday afternoon. The side door to the garden was open. Miss Arundell stood on thethreshold and threw Bob’s ball the length of the garden path. The terrier rushed after it.

“Just once more, Bob,” said Emily Arundell. “A good one.”

Once again the ball sped along the ground with Bob racing¹ at full speed in pursuit.

Miss Arundell stooped down, picked up the ball from where Bob laid it at her feet and went intothe house, Bob followed her closely. She shut the side door, went into the drawing room, Bob stillat her heels, and put the ball away in the drawer.

She glanced at the clock on the mantelpiece. It was half past six.

“A little rest before dinner, I think, Bob.”

She ascended² the stairs to her bedroom. Bob accompanied her. Lying on the big chintz-coveredcouch with Bob at her feet, Miss Arundell sighed. She was glad that it was Tuesday and that herguests would be going tomorrow. It was not that this weekend had disclosed anything to her thatshe had not known before. It was more the fact that it had not permitted her to forget her ownknowledge.

She said to herself:

“I’m getting old, I suppose…” And then, with a little shock of surprise: “I am old….”

She lay with her eyes closed for half an hour, then the elderly house- parlourmaid, Ellen,brought hot water and she rose and prepared for dinner.

Dr. Donaldson was to dine with them that night. Emily Arundell wished to have an opportunityof studying him at close quarters. It still seemed to her a little incredible that the exotic Theresashould want to marry this rather stiff and pedantic³ young man. It also seemed a little odd that thisstiff and pedantic young man should want to marry Theresa.

She did not feel as the evening progressed that she was getting to know Dr. Donaldson anybetter. He was very polite, very formal and, to her mind, intensely boring. In her own mind sheagreed with Miss Peabody’s judgement. The thought flashed across her brain, “Better stuff in ouryoung days.”

Dr. Donaldson did not stay late. He rose to go at ten o’clock. After he had taken his departureEmily Arundell herself announced that she was going to bed. She went upstairs and her youngrelations went up also. They all seemed somewhat subdued⁴ tonight. Miss Lawson remaineddownstairs performing her final duties, letting Bob out for his run, poking⁵ down the fire, puttingthe guard up and rolling back the hearth⁶ rug in case of fire.

She arrived rather breathless in her employer’s room about five minutes later.

“I think I’ve got everything,” she said, putting down wool, workbag, and a library book. “I dohope the book will be all right. She hadn’t got any of the ones on your list but she said she wassure you’d like this one.”

“That girl’s a fool,” said Emily Arundell. “Her taste in books is the worst I’ve ever comeacross.”

“Oh, dear. I’m so sorry—Perhaps I ought—”

“Nonsense, it’s not your fault.” Emily Arundell added kindly⁷. “I hope you enjoyed yourself thisafternoon.”

Miss Lawson’s face lighted up. She looked eager and almost youthful.

“Oh, yes, thank you very much. So kind of you to spare me. I had the most interesting time. Wehad the Planchette and really — it wrote the most interesting things. There were severalmessages… Of course its not quite the same thing as the sittings… Julia Tripp has been having alot of success with the automatic writing. Several messages from Those who have Passed Over. It—it really makes one feel so grateful—that such things should be permitted….”

Miss Arundell said with a slight smile:

“Better not let the vicar hear you.”

“Oh, but indeed, dear Miss Arundell, I am convinced—quite convinced—there can be nothingwrong about it. I only wish dear Mr. Lonsdale would examine the subject. It seems to me sonarrow-minded to condemn⁸ a thing that you have not even investigated. Both Julia and IsabelTripp are such truly spiritual women.”

“Almost too spiritual to be alive,” said Miss Arundell.

She did not care much for Julia and Isabel Tripp. She thought their clothes ridiculous, theirvegetarian and uncooked fruit meals absurd, and their manner affected⁹. They were women of notraditions, no roots—in fact—no breeding! But she got a certain amount of amusement out of theirearnestness and she was at bottom kindhearted enough not to grudge¹⁰ the pleasure that theirfriendship obviously gave to poor Minnie.

Poor Minnie! Emily Arundell looked at her companion with mingled¹¹ affection and contempt.

She had had so many of these foolish, middle-aged¹² women to minister to her—all much the same,kind, fussy¹³, subservient¹⁴ and almost entirely¹⁵ mindless.

Really poor Minnie was looking quite excited tonight. Her eyes were shining. She fussed aboutthe room vaguely¹⁶ touching¹⁷ things here and there without the least idea of what she was doing, hereyes all bright and shining.

She stammered¹⁸ out rather nervously¹⁹:

“I—I do wish you’d been there… I feel, you know, that you’re not quite a believer yet. Buttonight there was a message—for E.A., the initials came quite definitely. It was from a man whohad passed over many years ago—a very good-looking military man—Isabel saw him quitedistinctly. It must have been dear General Arundell. Such a beautiful message, so full of love andcomfort, and how through patience all could be attained²⁰.”

“Those sentiments sound very unlike papa,” said Miss Arundell.

“Oh, but our Dear Ones change so—on the other side. Everything is love and understanding.

And then the Planchette spelt out something about a key—I think it was the key of the Boulecabinet—could that be it?”

“The key of the Boule cabinet?” Emily Arundell’s voice sounded sharp and interested.

“I think that was it. I thought perhaps it might be important papers—something of the kind.

There was a well-authenticated case where a message came to look in a certain piece of furnitureand actually a will was discovered there.”

“There wasn’t a will in the Boule cabinet,” said Miss Arundell. She added abruptly²²: “Go to bed,Minnie. You’re tired. So am I. We’ll ask the Tripps in for an evening soon.”

“Oh, that will be nice! Good night, dear. Sure you’ve got everything? I hope you haven’t beentired with so many people here. I must tell Ellen to air the drawing room very well tomorrow, andshake out the curtains—all this smoking leaves such a smell. I must say I think it’s very good ofyou to let them all smoke in the drawing room!”

“I must make some concessions²³ to modernity,” said Emily Arundell. “Good night, Minnie.”

As the other woman left the room, Emily Arundell wondered if this spiritualistic business wasreally good for Minnie. Her eyes had been popping out of her head, and she had looked so restlessand excited.

Odd about the Boule cabinet, thought Emily Arundell as she got into bed. She smiled grimly asshe remembered the scene of long ago. The key that had come to light after papa’s death, and thecascade of empty brandy bottles that had tumbled out when the cabinet had been unlocked! It waslittle things like that, things that surely neither Minnie Lawson nor Isabel and Julia Tripp couldpossibly know, which made one wonder whether, after all, there wasn’t something in thisspiritualistic business….

She felt wakeful lying on her big four-poster bed. Nowadays she found it increasingly difficultto sleep. But she scorned Dr. Grainger’s tentative suggestion of a sleeping draught²⁴. Sleepingdraughts were for weaklings, for people who couldn’t bear a finger ache, or a little toothache, orthe tedium²⁵ of a sleepless²⁶ night.

Often she would get up and wander noiselessly round the house, picking up a book, fingering anornament, rearranging a vase of flowers, writing a letter or two. In those midnight hours she had afeeling of the equal liveliness of the house through which she wandered. They were notdisagreeable, those nocturnal wanderings. It was as though ghosts walked beside her, the ghosts ofher sisters, Arabella, Matilda and Agnes, the ghost of her brother Thomas, the dear fellow as hewas before That Woman got hold of him! Even the ghost of General Charles Laverton Arundell,that domestic tyrant²⁷ with the charming manners who shouted and bullied²⁸ his daughters but whonevertheless was an object of pride to them with his experiences in the Indian Mutiny and hisknowledge of the world. What if there were days when he was “not quite so well” as his daughtersput it evasively?

Her mind reverting²⁹ to her niece’s fiancé, Miss Arundell thought, “I don’t suppose he’ll ever taketo drink! Calls himself a man and drank barley³⁰ water this evening! Barley water! And I openedpapa’s special port.”

Charles had done justice to the port all right. Oh! if only Charles were to be trusted. If only onedidn’t know that with him—

Her thoughts broke off… Her mind ranged over the events of the weekend….

Everything seemed vaguely disquieting….

She tried to put worrying thoughts out of her mind.

It was no good.

She raised herself on her elbow and by the light of the nightlight that always burned in a littlesaucer she looked at the time.

One o’clock and she had never felt less like sleep.

She got out of bed and put on her slippers³¹ and her warm dressing³² gown. She would godownstairs and just check over the weekly books ready for the paying of them the followingmorning.

Like a shadow she slipped from her room and along the corridor where one small electric bulbwas allowed to burn all night.

She came to the head of the stairs, stretched out one hand to the baluster rail and then,unaccountably, she stumbled, tried to recover her balance, failed and went headlong down thestairs.

The sound of her fall, the cry she gave, stirred the sleeping house to wakefulness. Doors opened,lights flashed on.

Miss Lawson popped out of her room at the head of the staircase.

Uttering little cries of distress³³ she pattered down the stairs. One by one the others arrived—Charles, yawning, in a resplendent dressing gown. Theresa, wrapped in dark silk. Bella in a navy-blue kimono, her hair bristling³⁴ with combs to “set the wave.”

Dazed and confused Emily Arundell lay in a crushed heap. Her shoulder hurt her and her ankle—her whole body was a confused mass of pain. She was conscious of people standing²¹ over her, ofthat fool Minnie Lawson crying and making ineffectual gestures with her hands, of Theresa with astartled look in her dark eyes, of Bella standing with her mouth open looking expectant, of thevoice of Charles saying from somewhere—very far away so it seemed—“It’s that damned dog’s ball! He must have left it here and she tripped over it. See? Here it is!”

And then she was conscious of authority, putting the others aside, kneeling beside her, touchingher with hands that did not fumble³⁵ but knew.

A feeling of relief swept over her. It would be all right now.

Dr. Tanios was saying in firm, reassuring³⁶ tones:

“No, it’s all right. No bones broken… Just badly shaken and bruised³⁷—and of course she’s had abad shock. But she’s been very lucky that it’s no worse.”

Then he cleared the others off a little and picked her up quite easily and carried her up to herbedroom, where he had held her wrist for a minute, counting, then nodded his head, sent Minnie(who was still crying and being generally a nuisance) out of the room to fetch brandy and to heatwater for a hot bottle.

Confused, shaken, and racked with pain, she felt acutely grateful to Jacob Tanios in thatmoment. The relief of feeling oneself in capable hands. He gave you just that feeling of assurance—of confidence—that a doctor ought to give.

There was something — something she couldn’t quite get hold of — something vaguelydisquieting—but she wouldn’t think of it now. She would drink this and go to sleep as they toldher.

But surely there was something missing—someone.

Oh well, she wouldn’t think… Her shoulder hurt her—She drank down what she was given.

She heard Dr. Tanios say—and in what a comfortable assured voice—“She’ll be all right, now.”

She closed her eyes.

She awoke to a sound that she knew—a soft, muffled³⁸ bark.

She was wide awake in a minute.

Bob—naughty Bob! He was barking outside the front door—his own particular “out all nightvery ashamed of himself” bark, pitched in a subdued key but repeated hopefully.

Miss Arundell strained her ears. Ah, yes, that was all right. She could hear Minnie going downto let him in. She heard the creak of the opening front door, a confused low murmur—Minnie’sfutile reproaches—“Oh, you naughty little doggie—a very naughty little Bobsie—” She heard thepantry door open. Bob’s bed was under the pantry table.

And at that moment Emily realized what it was she had subconsciously³⁹ missed at the moment ofher accident. It was Bob. All that commotion—her fall, people running—normally Bob wouldhave responded by a crescendo⁴⁰ of barking from inside the pantry.

So that was what had been worrying her at the back of her mind. But it was explained now—Bob, when he had been let out last night, had shamelessly and deliberately⁴¹ gone off on pleasurebent. From time to time he had these lapses⁴² from virtue—though his apologies afterwards werealways all that could be desired.

So that was all right. But was it? What else was there worrying her, nagging⁴³ at the back of herhead. Her accident—something to do with her accident.

Ah, yes, somebody had said—Charles—that she had slipped on Bob’s ball which he had left onthe top of the stairs….

The ball had been there—he had held it up in his hand….

Emily Arundell’s head ached. Her shoulder throbbed⁴⁴. Her bruised body suffered….

But in the midst of her suffering her mind was clear and lucid⁴⁵. She was no longer confused byshock. Her memory was perfectly⁴⁶ clear.

She went over in her mind all the events from six o’clock yesterday evening… She retracedevery step…till she came to the moment when she arrived at the stairhead and started to descendthe stairs….

A thrill of incredulous horror shot through her….

Surely — surely, she must be mistaken… One often had queer fancies after an event hadhappened. She tried—earnestly she tried—to recall the slippery roundness of Bob’s ball under herfoot….

But she could recall nothing of the kind.

Instead—

“Sheer nerves,” said Emily Arundell. “Ridiculous fancies.”

But her sensible, shrewd, Victorian mind would not admit that for a moment. There was nofoolish optimism about the Victorians. They could believe the worst with the utmost ease.

Emily Arundell believed the worst.

 

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