was physically and emotionally exhausted and dropped off to sleep in his chair. His mother got him to bed and she and his father sat up until after midnight, talking about him. Before she turned in, Mrs Johns looked at young Cliff and found him fathoms deep. Even the detective-sergeant saw that Flossie would have returned by midnight if sheâd been alive. Sorry, Ursy dear, I interrupt continually. We are back on the lawn. Cliff is playing Bach on a piano that misses on six notes and Flossieâs talking about the party in the shearing-shed. Carry on.â
Ursula and Florence had steered Arthur Rubrick away from Cliff though the piano in the annexe continued to remind them of him. Flossie began to plan her speech on post-war land settlement for soldiers. âThereâll be no blunders this time,â she declared. âThe bill weâre planning will see to that. A committee of experts.â The phrases drifted out over the darkling garden. âGood country, properly stockedâ¦adequate equipment⦠Soldiers Rehabilitation Fundâ¦I shall speak for twenty minutes before supperâ¦â But from what part of the wool-shed should she speak? Why not from the press itself? There would be a touch of symbolism in that, Flossie cried, taking fire. It would be from the press itself with an improvised platform across the top. She would be a dominant figure there. Perhaps some extra lighting? âWe must go and look!â she cried, jumping to her feet. That had always been her way with everything. No sooner said than done. She had tremendous driving power and enthusiasm. âIâm going to try my voice thereânow. Give me my coat, Douglas darling.â Douglas helped her into the diaphanous coat.
It was then that he discovered the loss of the diamond clip.
It had been a silver wedding present from Arthur, one of a pair. Its mate still twinkled on the left lapel of the coat. Flossie announced simply that it must be found, and Douglas organized the search party. âYouâll see it quite easily,â she told them, âby the glitter. I shall walk slowly to the shearing-shed, looking as I go. I want to try my voice. Please donât interrupt me, any of you. I shanât get another chance and I must be in bed before ten. An early start in the morning. Look carefully and mind you donât tread on it. Off you go.â
To Ursulaâs lot had fallen a long path running down the right-hand side of the tennis lawn between hedges of clipped poplars, dense with summer foliage. This path divided the tennis lawn from a farther lawn which extended from the front along the south side of the house. This also was bordered by a hedged walk where Terence Lynne hunted, and, beyond her again, lay the kitchen gardens, allotted to Fabian. To the left of the tennis lawn Douglas Grace moved parallel with Ursula. Beyond him, Arthur Rubrick explored a lavender path that led off at right angles through a flower garden to a farther fence, beyond which lay a cart track leading to the managerâs hut, the bunkhouses and the shearing-shed.
âNo gossiping, now,â said Flossie. âBe thorough.â
She turned down the lavender path, moving slowly. Ursula watched her go. The hills beyond her had now darkened to a purple that was almost black and, by the blotting out of nearer forms, Flossie seemed to walk directly into these hills until, reaching the end of the path, she turned to the left and suddenly vanished.
Ursula walked round the top of the tennis court, past the front of the house, to her allotted beat between the two lawns. The path was flanked by scrubby borders of parched annuals amongst which she hunted assiduously. Cliff Johns now played noisily but she was farther away and only heard disjointed passages, strident and angry. She thought it was a polonaise. TUM, te-tum. Te-tum-te-tum-te TUM, te-tum. Tiddlytumtum. She didnât know how he could proclaim himself like that after
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