Dr Gerard said to himself: ‘All this is very interesting.’
Chapter 5
Into these dark imaginings a breath of the commonplace came with almost ludicrous effect.
A man came into the lounge, caught sight of the Boyntons and came across to them. He was a pleasant middle-aged American of a strictly conventional type. He was carefully dressed, with a long clean-shaven face and he had a slow, pleasant, somewhat monotonous voice.
‘I was looking around for you all,’ he said.
Meticulously he shook hands with the entire family. ‘And how do you find yourself, Mrs Boynton? Not too tired by the journey?’
Almost graciously, the old lady wheezed out: ‘No, thank you. My health’s never good, as you know—’
‘Why, of course, too bad—too bad.’
‘But I’m certainly no worse.’
Mrs Boynton added with a slow reptilian smile: ‘Nadine, here, takes good care of me, don’t you, Nadine?’
‘I do my best.’ Her voice was expressionless.
‘Why, I bet you do,’ said the stranger heartily. ‘Well, Lennox, and what do you think of King David’s city?’
‘Oh, I don’t know.’
Lennox spoke apathetically—without interest.
‘Find it kind of disappointing, do you? I’ll confess it struck me that way at first. But perhaps you haven’t been around much yet?’
Carol Boynton said: ‘We can’t do very much because of Mother.’
Mrs Boynton explained: ‘A couple of hours’ sightseeing is about all I can manage every day.’
The stranger said heartily: ‘I think it’s wonderful you manage to do all you do, Mrs Boynton.’
Mrs Boynton gave a slow, wheezy chuckle; it had an almost gloating sound.
‘I don’t give in to my body! It’s the mind that matters! Yes, it’s the mind…’
Her voice died away. Gerard saw Raymond Boynton give a nervous jerk.
‘Have you been to the Wailing Wall yet, Mr Cope?’ he asked.
‘Why, yes, that was one of the first places I visited. I hope to have done Jerusalem thoroughly in a couple more days, and I’m letting them get me out an itinerary at Cook’s so as to do the Holy Land thoroughly—Bethlehem, Nazareth, Tiberias, the Sea of Galilee. It’s all going to be mighty interesting. Then there’s Jerash, there are some very interesting ruins there—Roman, you know. And I’d very much like to have a look at the Rose Red City of Petra, a most remarkable natural phenomenon, I believe that is—and right off the beaten track—but it takes the best part of a week to get there and back, and do it properly.’
Carol said: ‘I’d love to go there. It sounds marvelous.’
‘Why, I should say it was definitely worth seeing—yes, definitely worth seeing.’ Mr Cope paused, shot a somewhat dubious glance at Mrs Boynton, and then went on in a voice that to the listening Frenchman was palpably uncertain:
‘I wonder now if I couldn’t persuade some of you people to come with me? Naturally I know you couldn’t manage it, Mrs Boynton, and naturally some of your family would want to remain with you, but if you were to divide forces, so to speak—’
He paused. Gerard heard the even click of Mrs Boynton’s knitting needles. Then she said:
‘I don’t think we’d care to divide up. We’re a very homey group.’ She looked up. ‘Well, children, what do you say?’
There was a queer ring in her voice. The answers came promptly. ‘No, Mother.’ ‘Oh, no.’ ‘No, of course not.’
Mrs Boynton said, smiling that very odd smile of hers: ‘You see—they won’t leave me. What about you, Nadine? You didn’t say anything.’