The Complete Tommy and Tuppence 5-Book Collection - Agatha Christie

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      ‘When shall I have it? There must be no delay.’

      ‘This friend of mine will be here presently. He may have to send cables, or something like that. But there won’t be any delay – he’s a terrific hustler.’

      A resolute look settled on Mrs Vandemeyer’s face.

      ‘I’ll do it. It’s a great sum of money, and besides’ – she gave a curious smile – ‘it is not – wise to throw over a woman like me!’

      For a moment or two, she remained smiling, and lightly tapping her fingers on the table. Suddenly she started, and her face blanched.

      ‘What was that?’

      ‘I heard nothing.’

      Mrs Vandemeyer gazed round her fearfully.

      ‘If there should be someone listening –’

      ‘Nonsense. Who could there be?’

      ‘Even the walls might have ears,’ whispered the other. ‘I tell you I’m frightened. You don’t know him!’

      ‘Think of the hundred thousand pounds,’ said Tuppence soothingly.

      Mrs Vandemeyer passed her tongue over her dried lips.

      ‘You don’t know him,’ she reiterated hoarsely. ‘He’s – ah!’

      With a shriek of terror she sprang to her feet. Her outstretched hand pointed over Tuppence’s head. Then she swayed to the ground in a dead faint.

      Tuppence looked round to see what had startled her.

      In the doorway were Sir James Peel Edgerton and Julius Hersheimmer.

       Chapter 13

       The Vigil

      Sir James brushed past Julius and hurriedly bent over the fallen woman.

      ‘Heart,’ he said sharply. ‘Seeing us so suddenly must have given her a shock. Brandy – and quickly, or she’ll slip through our fingers.’

      Julius hurried to the wash-stand.

      ‘Not here,’ said Tuppence over her shoulder. ‘In the tantalus in the dining-room. Second door down the passage.’

      Between them Sir James and Tuppence lifted Mrs Vandemeyer and carried her to the bed. There they dashed water on her face, but with no result. The lawyer fingered her pulse.

      ‘Touch and go,’ he muttered. ‘I wish that young fellow would hurry up with the brandy.’

      At that moment Julius re-entered the room, carrying a glass half full of the spirit which he handed to Sir James. While Tuppence lifted her head the lawyer tried to force a little of the spirit between her closed lips. Finally the woman opened her eyes feebly. Tuppence held the glass to her lips.

      ‘Drink this.’

      Mrs Vandemeyer complied. The brandy brought the colour back to her white cheeks, and revived her in a marvellous fashion. She tried to sit up – then fell back with a groan, her hand to her side.

      ‘It’s my heart,’ she whispered. ‘I mustn’t talk.’

      She lay back with closed eyes.

      Sir James kept his finger on her wrist a minute longer, then withdrew it with a nod.

      ‘She’ll do now.’

      All three moved away, and stood together talking in low voices. One and all were conscious of a certain feeling of anticlimax. Clearly any scheme for cross-questioning the lady was out of the question for the moment. For the time being they were baffled, and could do nothing.

      Tuppence related how Mrs Vandemeyer had declared herself willing to disclose the identity of Mr Brown, and how she had consented to discover and reveal to them the whereabouts of Jane Finn. Julius was congratulatory.

      ‘That’s all right, Miss Tuppence. Splendid! I guess that hundred thousand pounds will look just as good in the morning to the lady as it did over night. There’s nothing to worry over. She won’t speak without the cash anyway, you bet!’

      There was certainly a good deal of common sense in this, and Tuppence felt a little comforted.

      ‘What you say is true,’ said Sir James meditatively. ‘I must confess, however, that I cannot help wishing we had not interrupted at the minute we did. Still, it cannot be helped, it is only a matter of waiting until the morning.’

      He looked across at the inert figure on the bed. Mrs Vandemeyer lay perfectly passive with closed eyes. He shook his head.

      ‘Well,’ said Tuppence, with an attempt at cheerfulness, ‘we must wait until the morning, that’s all. But I don’t think we ought to leave the flat.’

      ‘What about leaving that bright boy of yours on guard?’

      ‘Albert? And suppose she came round again and hooked it. Albert couldn’t stop her.’

      ‘I guess she won’t want to make tracks away from the dollars.’

      ‘She might. She seemed very frightened of “Mr Brown.”’

      ‘What? Real plumb scared of him?’

      ‘Yes. She looked round and said even walls had ears.’

      ‘Maybe she meant a dictaphone,’ said Julius with interest.

      ‘Miss Tuppence is right,’ said Sir James quietly. ‘We must not leave the flat – if only for Mrs Vandemeyer’s sake.’

      Julius stared at him.

      ‘You think he’d get after her? Between now and tomorrow morning. How could he know, even?’

      ‘You forget your own suggestion of a dictaphone,’ said Sir James dryly. ‘We have a very formidable adversary. I believe, if we exercise all due care, that there is a very good chance of his being delivered into our hands. But we must neglect no precaution. We have an important witness, but she must be safeguarded. I would suggest that Miss Tuppence should go to bed, and that you and I, Mr Hersheimmer, should share the vigil.’

      Tuppence was about to protest, but happening to glance at the bed she saw Mrs Vandemeyer, her eyes half-open, with such an expression of mingled fear and malevolence on her face that it quite froze the words on her lips.

      For a moment she wondered whether the faint and the heart attack had been a gigantic sham, but remembering the deadly pallor she could hardly credit the supposition. As she looked the expression disappeared as by magic, and Mrs Vandemeyer lay inert and motionless as before. For a moment the girl fancied she must have dreamt it. But she determined nevertheless to be on the alert.

      ‘Well,’ said Julius, ‘I guess we’d better make a move out of here anyway.’

      The others fell in with his suggestion. Sir James again felt Mrs Vandemeyer’s pulse.

      ‘Perfectly satisfactory,’ he said in a low voice to Tuppence. ‘She’ll be absolutely all right after a night’s rest.’

      The girl hesitated a moment by the bed. The intensity of the expression she had surprised had impressed her powerfully. Mrs Vandemeyer lifted her eyelids. She seemed to be struggling to speak. Tuppence bent over her.

      ‘Don’t – leave –’ she seemed unable to proceed, murmuring something that sounded like ‘sleepy’. Then she tried again.

      Tuppence bent lower still. It was only a breath.

      ‘Mr – Brown –’ The voice stopped.

      But the half-closed eyes seemed still to send an agonized message.

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