Murder Being Once Done by Ruth Rendell Read Free Book Online

revealed even more awfully the broken armchairs and the appalling carpet. In a way, this was a work of art, so carefully had some female relative of the landlord’s repaired it. Wexford couldn’t tell whether it was a blue carpet mended with crimson or a piece of red weaving incorporating patches of blue Axminster. The whole of it was coated with stains, ground-in food and the housekeeper’s hair combings.
    She alone of the room’s contents could have stood up to the searching light of day. Her clothes were awful, as dirty and dilapidated as the chair coverings, and dust clung to her greasy black hair, but she was beautiful. She was easily the most beautiful woman he had seen since he came to London. Hers was the loveliness of those film stars he remembered from his youth in the days before actresses looked like ordinary women. In her exquisite face he saw something of a Carole Lombard, something of a Loretta Young. Sullen and dirty though she was, he could not take his eyes off her.
    Howard and Clements seemed totally unaffected. No doubt they were too young to have his memories. Perhaps they were too efficient to be swayed by beauty. And the girl’s manner didn’t match her looks. She sat on the arm of a chair, biting her nails and staring at them with a sulky frown.
    ‘Just a few questions, please, Mrs Pope,’ said Howard.
    ‘Miss Pope. I’m not married.’ Her voice was rough and low. ‘What d’you want to know? I can’t spare very long. I’ve got the bins to take up if Johnny doesn’t come back.’
    ‘Johnny?’
    ‘My friend that I live with.’ She cocked a thumb in the direction of the baby and said, ‘Her father. He said he’d come back and help me when he’d got his Social Security, but he always makes himself bloody scarce on bin day. God, I don’t know why I don’t meet up with any ordinary people, nothing but layabouts.’
    ‘Loveday Morgan wasn’t a layabout.’
    ‘She had a job, if that’s what you mean.’ The baby had begun to grizzle. Peggy Pope picked up a dummy from the floor, wiped it on her cardigan and thrust it into the child’s mouth. ‘God knows how she kept it, she was so thick . She couldn’t make her meter work and had to come to me to know where to buy a light bulb. When she first came here I even had to show her how to make a phone call. Oh, they all impose on me, but never the way she did. And then she had the nerve to try and get Johnny away from me.’
    ‘Really?’ said Howard encouragingly. ‘I think you should tell us that, Mrs Pope.’
    ‘ Miss Pope. Look, I’ve got to get the bins up. Anyway, there wasn’t anything in it, not on Johnny’s side. Loveday was so bloody obvious about it, always coming down here to chat him up when I was out, and it got worse the last couple of weeks. I’d come back and find her sitting here, staring at Johnny, or making out she was fond of the baby. I asked him what she was up to. What d’you talk about, for God’s sake? I said. Nothing, he said. She’d hardly opened her mouth. She was such a bloody miserable sort of girl.’ Peggy Pope sighed as if she, the soul of wit and gaiety, had a right to similarly exuberant companions.
    ‘Do you know why she was miserable?’
    ‘It’s money with most of them. That’s all they talk about, as though I was rolling in it. She asked me if I could find her a cheaper room, but I said, No, I couldn’t. We don’t have any flats less than seven a week. I thought she was going to cry. Christ, I thought, why don’t you grow up?’
    Howard said, ‘May we come to last Friday, Mrs Pope?’
    ‘ Miss Pope. When I want to be Mrs I’ll find a man who’s got a job and can get me something better than a hole in the ground to live in, I can tell you. I don’t know anything about last Friday. I saw her come in about ten past one and go off again about ten to two. Oh, and she made a phone call. I don’t know any more about it.’
    Wexford caught Howard’s eye and leant forward. ‘Miss