The Mousetrap and Other Plays (94 page)

MARY
. That's true. I don't know what we should have done without you. You've been a tower of strength.

ROYDE
. The human buffer, eh?

MARY
. The house is still full of policemen.

ROYDE
. Yes, I know. Found one in the bathroom this morning. I had to turf him out before I could shave. (
He sits in the armchair
L
.
C
.)

MARY
. I know—you come across them in the most unexpected places. (
She rises.
) They're looking for something. (
She shivers and moves up
R
.) It was a very near thing for poor Nevile, wasn't it?

ROYDE
. Yes, very near. (
Grimly.
) I can't help feeling pleased he's had a bit of a kick in the pants. He's always so damned complacent.

MARY
. It's just his manner.

ROYDE
. He's had the devil's own luck. If it had been some other poor chap with all that evidence piled against him, he wouldn't have had a hope.

MARY
. It
must
have been someone from outside.

ROYDE
. It wasn't. They've proved
that.
Everything was fastened up and bolted in the morning. (
Mary moves to the
C
.
bay window and examines the catch.
) Besides, what about your dope? That must have been someone in the house.

MARY
. (
Shaking her head.
) I just can't believe it could have been one of—us. (
She moves to the
R
.
end of the rostrum. Latimer enters by the French windows. He carries his jacket.
)

LATIMER
. (
Moving to
R
.
of the chaise.
) Hullo, Royde. Good morning, Miss Aldin. I'm looking for Kay. Do you know where she is?

MARY
. I think she's up in her room, Mr. Latimer.

LATIMER
. (
Putting his jacket over the upstage end of the chaise.
) I thought she might like to come and have lunch at the hotel. Not very cheerful for her here, in the circumstances.

MARY
. You can hardly expect us to be very cheerful after what's happened, can you?

LATIMER
. (
Moving down
R
.) That's what I meant. It's different for Kay, though, you know. The old girl didn't mean so much to her.

MARY
. Naturally. She hasn't known Lady Tressilian as long as we have.

LATIMER
. Nasty business. I've had the police over at the hotel this morning.

MARY
. What did they want?

LATIMER
. Checking up on Strange, I suppose. They asked me all sorts of questions. I told them he was with me from after eleven until half past two, and they seemed satisfied. Lucky thing for him that he decided to follow me over to the hotel that night, wasn't it?

ROYDE
. (
Rising.
) Very lucky. (
He moves to the door
L
.) I'm going upstairs, Latimer. I'll tell Kay you're here, if I can find her.

LATIMER
. Thanks. (
Royde exits
L
.
He looks toward the door
L
.
for a moment, then goes to his jacket and takes his cigarettes from the pocket.
) A queer chap. Always seems to be keeping himself bottled up and afraid the cork might come out. Is Audrey going to reward at long last the dog-like devotion of a lifetime? (
He lights a cigarette for himself.
)

MARY
. (
Crossing to the door
L
.;
annoyed.
) I don't know, and it's no business of ours. (
She hesitates and turns.
) When you saw the police did they say anything—I mean—did you get any idea as to who they suspect now. (
She moves to
L
.
of the armchair
L
.
C
.)

LATIMER
. They weren't making any confidences.

MARY
. I didn't suppose they were, but I thought, perhaps from the questions they asked . . .(
Kay enters
L
.)

KAY
. (
Crossing to Latimer.
) Hullo, Ted. It was sweet of you to come over.

LATIMER
. I thought you could probably do with a bit of cheering up, Kay.

KAY
. My God, how right you were. It was bad enough before in this house, but
now . . .

LATIMER
. What about a run in the car and lunch at the hotel—or anywhere else you like? (
Mary moves down
L
.)

KAY
. I don't know what Nevile's doing . . .

LATIMER
. I'm not asking Nevile—I'm asking
you.

KAY
. I couldn't come without Nevile, Ted. I'm sure it would do him good to get away from here for a bit.

LATIMER
. (
Shrugging his shoulders.
) All right—bring him along if you want to, Kay. I'm easy.

KAY
. Where
is
Nevile, Mary?

MARY
. I don't know. I think he's in the garden somewhere.

KAY
. (
Crossing to the French windows.
) I'll see if I can find him. I won't be long, Ted. (
Kay exits by the French windows.
)

LATIMER
. (
Moving up
R
.;
angrily.
) What she sees in him I can't think. He's treated her like dirt.

MARY
. (
Moving up
L
.
of the armchair
L
.
C
.) I think she'll forgive him.

LATIMER
. She shouldn't—now she's got her share of the old girl's money—she can go where she pleases, do what she likes. She's got a chance now of having a life of her own.

MARY
. (
Sitting in the armchair
L
.
C
.;
with obscure feeling.
) Can one ever really have a life of one's own? Isn't that just the illusion that lures us on—thinking—planning—for a future that will never really exist?

LATIMER
. That wasn't what you were saying the other night.

MARY
. I know. But that seems a long time ago. So much has happened since then.

LATIMER
. Specifically, one murder.

MARY
. You wouldn't talk so flippantly about murder if . . .

LATIMER
. If what, Miss Aldin? (
He moves to
R
.
of Mary.
)

MARY
. If you had been as close to murder as I have.

LATIMER
. This time it is better to be an outsider. (
Kay and Nevile enter by the French windows. Kay looks a little annoyed.
)

KAY
. (
As she enters.
) It's no good, Ted. (
She goes on to the
R
.
end of the rostrum.
) Nevile won't come so we can't go.

NEVILE
. (
Moving down
R
.) I don't see very well how we can. It's awfully nice of you, Latimer, but it would hardly be the thing, would it, after what's happened?

LATIMER
. (
Moving above the chaise.
) I don't see what harm it would do to go out to lunch—you've got to eat.

NEVILE
. We can eat here. (
He crosses to
R
.
of Kay.
) Hang it all, Kay, we can't go joy-riding about the country. The inquest hasn't been held yet.

LATIMER
. If you feel like that about it, Strange, I suppose we'd better call it off. (
He picks up his jacket and moves to the French windows.
)

MARY
. (
Rising.
) Perhaps you would care to stay and lunch with
us
, Mr. Latimer?

LATIMER
. Well, that's very nice of you, Miss Aldin . . .

NEVILE
. (
Moving above the chaise.
) Yes, do, Latimer.

KAY
. (
Moving to
L
.
of the rostrum.
) Will you, Ted?

LATIMER
. (
Moving to
R
.
of the chaise.
) Thanks, I'd like to.

MARY
. You'll have to take pot luck. I'm afraid the domestic arrangements are just a little disorganized with the police popping in and out of the kitchen every two minutes.

LATIMER
. If it's going to be any trouble . . .

MARY
. (
Moving to the door
L
.) Oh, no—it'll be no trouble at all. (
Audrey enters
L
.
Kay looks at the magazines on the coffee table.
)

AUDREY
. Has anyone seen Mr. Treves this morning?

NEVILE
. I haven't seen him since breakfast. (
Latimer moves down
R
.)

MARY
. He was talking to the Inspector in the garden about half an hour ago. Do you want him particularly?

AUDREY
. (
Crossing to
L
.
C
.) Oh, no—I just wondered where he was.

NEVILE
. (
Looking off
R
.) They're coming now. Not Mr. Treves. Superintendent Battle and Inspector Leach.

MARY
. (
Nervously.
) What do you think they want now? (
They all wait nervously. Battle and Leach enter by the French windows. Leach carries a long brown-paper parcel. He stands
R
.
of the chaise.
)

BATTLE
. (
Crossing to
R
.
C
.) Hope we're not disturbing you all. There are one or two things we'd like to know about.

NEVILE
. I should have thought you'd exhausted everything by now, Superintendent.

BATTLE
. Not quite, Mr. Strange. (
He takes a small chamois leather glove from his pocket.
) There's this glove, for instance—who does it belong to? (
They all stare at the glove without answering. To Audrey.
) Is it yours, Mrs. Strange?

AUDREY
. (
Shaking her head.
) No, no, it isn't mine. (
She sits in the armchair
L
.
C
.)

BATTLE
. (
Holding the glove out towards Mary.
) Miss Aldin?

MARY
. I don't think so. I have none of that color. (
She sits in the easy chair down
L
.)

BATTLE
. (
To Kay.
) What about you?

KAY
. No. I'm sure it doesn't belong to
me.

BATTLE
. (
Moving to Kay.
) Perhaps you'd just slip it on? It's the left hand glove. (
Kay tries on the glove but it is too small. He crosses to Mary.
) Will you try, Miss Aldin? (
Mary tries on the glove but it is too small. He moves to
L
.
of Audrey.
) I think you'll find it fits
you
all right. Your hand is smaller than the other two ladies'. (
Audrey reluctantly takes the glove.
)

NEVILE
. (
Moving
R
.
C
.
sharply.
) She's already told you that it isn't her glove.

BATTLE
. (
Blandly.
) Perhaps she made a mistake—or forgot.

AUDREY
. It may be mine—gloves are so alike, aren't they?

BATTLE
. Try it on, Mrs. Strange. (
Audrey slips the glove on her left hand. It fits perfectly.
) It seems as if it is yours—at any rate it was found outside your window, pushed down into the ivy—with the other one that goes with it.

AUDREY
. (
With difficulty.
) I—I don't know—anything about it. (
She hastily removes the glove and gives it to Battle.
)

NEVILE
. Look here, Superintendent, what are you driving at?

BATTLE
. (
Crossing to
L
.
of Nevile.
) Perhaps I might have a word with you
privately
, Mr. Strange?

LATIMER
. (
Moving to the French windows.
) Come on, Kay, let's go out in the garden. (
Kay and Latimer exit by the French windows.
)

BATTLE
. There's no need to disturb everybody. (
To Nevile.
) Isn't there somewhere else we could . . . ?

MARY
. (
Rising quickly.
) I was just going, in any case. (
To Audrey.
) You coming with me, Audrey?

AUDREY
. (
Almost in a dream.
) Yes—yes. (
She nods in a dazed, frightened manner, and rises slowly. Mary puts her arm around Audrey, and they exit
L
.)

NEVILE
. (
Sitting on the chaise.
) Now, Superintendent? What's this absurd story about gloves outside Audrey's window?