station back homeâGina was willing. Just a couple of crazy kids we wereâmad about each other. Then that snooty aunt of Ginaâs started making trouble ⦠And Gina wanted to come here to England to see her grandmother. Well, that seemed fair enough. It was her home, and I was curious to see England anyway. Iâd heard a lot about it. So we came. Just a visitâthatâs what I thought.â
The frown became a scowl.
âBut it hasnât turned out like that. Weâre caught up in this crazy business. Why donât we stay hereâmake our home hereâthatâs what they say. Plenty of jobs for me. Jobs! I donât want a job feeding candy to gangster kids and helping them play at kidsâ games ⦠whatâs the sense of it all? This place could be swellâ really swellâdonât people whoâve got money understand their luck? Donât they understand that most of the world canât have a swell place like this and that theyâve got one? Isnât it plain crazy to kick your luck when youâve got it? I donât mind working if Iâve got to. But Iâll work the way I like and at what I likeâand Iâll work to get somewhere. This place makes me feel Iâm tangled up in a spiderâs web. And GinaâI canât make Gina out. Sheâs not the same girl I married over in the States. I canâtâdang it allâI canât even talk to her now. Oh hell!â
Miss Marple said gently:
âI quite see your point of view.â
Wally shot a swift glance at her.
âYouâre the only one Iâve shot my mouth off to so far. Most ofthe time I shut up like a clam. Donât know what it is about youâyouâre English right enough, really Englishâbut in the durndest way you remind me of my aunt Betsy back home.â
âNow thatâs very nice.â
âA lot of sense she had,â Wally continued reflectively. âLooked as frail as though you could snap her in two, but actually she was toughâyes, sir, Iâll say she was tough.â
He got up.
âSorry talking to you this way,â he apologised. For the first time, Miss Marple saw him smile. It was a very attractive smile and Wally Hudd was suddenly transfigured from an awkward sulky boy into a handsome and appealing young man. âHad to get things off my chest, I suppose. But too bad picking on you.â
âNot at all, my dear boy,â said Miss Marple. âI have a nephew of my ownâonly, of course, a great deal older than you are.â
Her mind dwelt for a moment on the sophisticated modern writer Raymond West. A greater contrast to Walter Hudd could not have been imagined.
âYouâve got other company coming,â said Walter Hudd. âThat dame doesnât like me. So Iâll quit. So long, maâam. Thanks for the talk.â
He strode away and Miss Marple watched Mildred Strete coming across the lawn to join her.
2
âI see youâve been victimised by that terrible young man,â said Mrs. Strete, rather breathlessly, as she sank down on the seat. âWhat a tragedy that is.â
âA tragedy?â
âGinaâs marriage. It all came about from sending her off to America. I told Mother at the time it was most unwise. After all, this is quite a quiet district. We had hardly any raids here. I do so dislike the way many people gave way to panic about their familiesâand themselves, too, very often.â
âIt must have been difficult to decide what was right to do,â said Miss Marple thoughtfully. âWhere children were concerned, I mean. With the prospect of possible invasion, it might have meant their being brought up under a German regimeâas well as the danger of bombs.â
âAll nonsense,â said Mrs. Strete. âI never had the least doubt that we should win. But Mother has always been quite unreasonable where Gina is