‘Before you wake the entire hotel,’ Chilton said, his voice still steady, ‘why don’t I escort Mrs Race to the kitchen for a cup of tea, while you go back to your room and cool off?’
The couple focused on Chilton for the first time. He saw them registering that he was fully clothed, including his overcoat, while the two of them wore night clothes, their attire, if not their behaviour, far more appropriate for the time of day.
‘Very well,’ Mrs Race said. She smoothed her hair back in one graceful motion. ‘I could do with a cup of tea. Thank you, Mr Chilton.’
Chilton had promised her tea but the hotel staff had not yet convened. Instead of the kitchen he brought her to the drawing room just off the front hall. Chilton’s nerves felt awfully frayed – too frayed, he thought, to calm someone else down. The young woman paced the small room, arms tight around her waist. He reached into his interior jacket pocket for a cigarette. When he lit it she jerked her head towards him, as if she’d forgotten he were there. Chilton stood, holding the open cigarette case towards her. She took one. He returned the case to his pocket and lit it for her. Always an intimate moment. He noted her wrist was not marked, as he feared it would be, but smooth and unharmed. Her bright blonde hair was shoulder length and silken. Uncurled and mussed from sleep. One of those women who probably don’t know they’re more beautiful without make-up, or done-up hair. Like Agatha Christie. A surprising, involuntary smile twitched his lip at the thought of her.
Mrs Race inhaled her cigarette deeply, hungrily, then blew an expert stream of smoke to the side.
‘It might be more useful to pour you a brandy,’ Chilton said. ‘I’ve seen where Mrs Leech keeps a bottle behind the reception desk, though I can’t account to its quality.’
‘That sounds grand,’ she said, marching over to a couch and collapsing onto it. ‘Might as well become the sort of person who pours a scoop and lights a cigarette before the sun’s properly risen. You see what I’ve let this marriage make me, Mr Chilton?’
‘I’m afraid you’ve married a brute.’
‘I’m afraid I have.’ She spoke through clenched teeth, staring at some point past him. ‘And now I’m stuck with him. My family would never abide a divorce. They’re not much for scandal.’
‘Did you know what he was like?’ Chilton asked. ‘Before you married him?’
Mrs Race inhaled deeply from her cigarette. ‘I had my suspicions.’
‘Then may I ask why you went through with it?’
‘No,’ she said. ‘No you may not, Mr Chilton.’
‘Perhaps you can fill me in on another matter, then. I’m curious about the other day. In the dining room. Poor Mr Marston. You were quite heroic.’
‘Not at all,’ she said.
‘I wonder if you had the chance to talk to either of that couple. Before all the . . . unfortunateness.’
‘I did not. I’ve been rather preoccupied with my own unfortunateness.’ She stubbed out her cigarette, harder than was necessary, in the porcelain ashtray on the coffee table. Then she stood. ‘Thank you for your care, Mr Chilton, but I’m off to face the music. Life’s not a fairy tale. I thought that was something you old people learned during the war.’
She glided out of the room, head held high, as if she had been a dancer rather than a nurse. Chilton inhaled his cigarette to find it already worn down to his fingertips. The small burn shook him awake, nearly taking the place of a goodnight’s sleep, or any night’s sleep.
Back at the Timeless Manor, as she had already begun thinking of it, Agatha sat downstairs at the long servants’ dining table in the kitchen. She did not consider returning to Sunningdale. Unlike Styles, this house had a good energy. Or perhaps she had brought the good energy with her. Not just she, but Finbarr, brimming with the most unexpected good energy since they’d left Newlands Corner on the wind of excitement, leaving responsibilities behind. She could worry about Teddy but chose not to. The girl would be diligently cared for by Honoria. She would not worry about Archie and indeed had to admit it gave her pleasure, having him worrying about her for a change.