sarah wondered very much whether carol boynton would keep her appointment that night.

on the whole she rather doubted it. she was afraid that carol would have a sharp reaction after

her semi-confidences of the morning.

nevertheless she made her preparations, slipping on a blue satin dressing-gown and getting out

her little spirit lamp and boiling up water.

she was just on the point of giving carol up (it was after one o’clock) and going to bed, when

there was a tap on her door. she opened it and drew quickly back to let carol come in.

the latter said breathlessly: ‘i was afraid you might have gone to bed…’

sarah’s manner was carefully matter-of-fact.

‘oh, no, i was waiting for you. have some tea, will you? it’s real lapsang souchong.’

she brought over a cup. carol had been nervous and uncertain of herself. now she accepted the

cup and a biscuit and her manner became calmer.

‘this is rather fun,’ said sarah, smiling.

carol looked a little startled.

‘yes,’ she said doubtfully. ‘yes, i suppose it is.’

‘rather like the midnight feasts we used to have at school,’ went on sarah. ‘i suppose you didn’t

go to school?’

carol shook her head.

‘no, we never left home. we had a governess—different governesses. they never stayed long.’

‘did you never go away at all?’

‘no. we’ve lived always in the same house. this coming abroad is the first time i’ve ever been

away.’

sarah said casually: ‘it must have been a great adventure.’

‘oh, it was. it—it’s all been like a dream.’

‘what made your—your stepmother decide to come abroad?’

at the mention of mrs boynton’s name, carol had flinched. sarah said quickly:

‘you know, i’m by way of being a doctor. i’ve just taken my m.b. your mother—or stepmother

rather—is very interesting to me—as a case, you know. i should say she was quite definitely a

pathological case.’

carol stared. it was clearly a very unexpected point of view to her. sarah had spoken as she had

with deliberate intent. she realized that to her family mrs boynton loomed as a kind of powerful

obscene idol. it was sarah’s object to rob her of her more terrifying aspect.

‘yes,’ she said. ‘there’s a kind of disease of—of grandeur—that gets hold of people. they get

very autocratic and insist on everything being done exactly as they say and are altogether very

difficult to deal with.’

carol put down her cup.

‘oh,’ she cried, ‘i’m so glad to be talking to you. really, you know, i believe ray and i have

been getting quite—well, quite queer. we’d get terribly worked up about things.’

‘talking with an outsider is always a good thing,’ said sarah. ‘inside a family one is apt to get

too intense.’ then she asked casually: ‘if you are unhappy, haven’t you ever thought of leaving

home?’

carol looked startled. ‘oh, no! how could we? i—i mean mother would never allow it.’

‘but she couldn’t stop you,’ said sarah gently. ‘you’re over age.’

‘i’m twenty-three.’

‘exactly.’

‘but still, i don’t see how—i mean, i wouldn’t know where to go and what to do.’

her tone seemed bewildered.

‘you see,’ she said, ‘we haven’t got any money.’

‘haven’t you any friends you could go to?’

‘friends?’ carol shook her head. ‘oh, no, we don’t know anyone!’

‘did none of you ever think of leaving home?’

‘no—i don’t think so. oh—oh—we couldn’t.’

sarah changed the subject. she found the girl’s bewilderment pitiful.

she said: ‘are you fond of your stepmother?’

slowly carol shook her head. she whispered in a low scared voice: ‘i hate her. so does ray…

we’ve—we’ve often wished she would die.’

again sarah changed the subject.

‘tell me about your elder brother.’

‘lennox? i don’t know what’s the matter with lennox. he hardly ever speaks now. he goes

about in a kind of daydream. nadine’s terribly worried about him.’

‘you are fond of your sister-in-law?’

‘yes, nadine is different. she’s always kind. but she’s very unhappy.’

‘about your brother?’

‘yes.’

‘have they been married long?’

‘four years.’

‘and they’ve always lived at home?’

‘yes.’

sarah asked: ‘does your sister-in-law like that?’

‘no.’

there was a pause. then carol said:

‘there was an awful fuss just over four years ago. you see, as i told you, none of us ever go

outside the house at home. i mean we go into the grounds, but nowhere else. but lennox did. he got

out at night. he went into fountain springs—there was a sort of dance going on. mother was

frightfully angry when she found out. it was terrible. and then, after that, she asked nadine to come

and stay. nadine was a very distant cousin of father’s. she was very poor and was training to be a

hospital nurse. she came and stayed with us for a month. i can’t tell you how exciting it was to have

someone to stay! and she and lennox fell in love with each other. and mother said they’d better be

married quickly and live on with us.’

‘and was nadine willing to do that?’

carol hesitated.

‘i don’t think she wanted to do that very much, but she didn’t really mind. then, later, she

wanted to go away—with lennox, of course—’

‘but they didn’t go?’ asked sarah.

‘no, mother wouldn’t hear of it.’

carol paused, and then said:

‘i don’t think—she likes nadine any longer. nadine is—funny. you never know what she’s

thinking. she tries to help jinny and mother doesn’t like it.’

‘jinny is your youngest sister?’

‘yes. ginevra is her real name.’

‘is she—unhappy, too?’

carol shook her head doubtfully.

‘jinny’s been very queer lately. i don’t understand her. you see, she’s always been rather

delicate—and—and mother fusses about her and—and it makes her worse. and lately jinny has been

very queer indeed. she—she frightens me sometimes. she—she doesn’t always know what she’s

doing.’

‘has she seen a doctor?’

‘no, nadine wanted her to, but mother said no—and jinny got very hysterical and screamed,

and said she wouldn’t see a doctor. but i’m worried about her.’

suddenly carol rose.

‘i mustn’t keep you up. it’s—it’s very good of you letting me come and talk to you. you must

think us very odd as a family.’

‘oh, everybody’s odd, really,’ said sarah lightly. ‘come again, will you? and bring your

brother, if you like.’

‘may i really?’

‘yes; we’ll do some secret plotting. i’d like you to meet a friend of mine, too, a dr gerard, an

awfully nice frenchman.’

the colour came into carol’s cheeks.

‘oh, what fun it sounds. if only mother doesn’t find out!’

sarah suppressed her original retort and said instead, ‘why should she? good night. shall we

say tomorrow night at the same time?’

‘oh, yes. the day after, you see, we may be going away.’

‘then let’s have a definite date for tomorrow. good night.’

‘good night—and thank you.’

carol went out of the room and slipped noiselessly along the corridor. her own room was on the

floor above. she reached it, opened the door—and stood appalled on the threshold. mrs boynton was

sitting in an armchair by the fireplace in a crimson wool dressing-gown.

a little cry escaped from carol’s lips. ‘oh!’

a pair of black eyes bored into hers.

‘where have you been, carol?’

‘i—i—’

‘where have you been?’

a soft, husky voice with that queer menacing under-tone in it that always made carol’s heart

beat with unreasoning terror.

‘to see a miss king—sarah king.’

‘the girl who spoke to raymond the other evening?’

‘yes, mother.’

‘have you made any plans to see her again?’

carol’s lips moved soundlessly. she nodded assent. fright—great sickening waves of fright…

‘when?’

‘tomorrow night.’

‘you are not to go. you understand?’

‘yes, mother.’

‘you promise?’

‘yes—yes.’

mrs boynton struggled to get up. mechanically carol came forward and helped her. mrs

boynton walked slowly across the room, supporting herself on her stick. she paused in the doorway

and looked back at the cowering girl.

‘you are to have nothing more to do with this miss king. you understand?’

‘yes, mother.’

‘repeat it.’

‘i am to have nothing more to do with her.’

‘good.’

mrs boynton went out and shut the door.

stiffly, carol moved across the bedroom. she felt sick, her whole body felt wooden and unreal.

she dropped on to the bed and suddenly she was shaken by a storm of weeping.

it was as though a vista had opened before her—a vista of sunlight and trees and flowers…

now the black walls had closed round her once more.