Chapter 35 Chapter 35. News from the Vicarage

Bobby handed the letter back to Frankie, who took it with a sigh. "He's a very unusual man," said Frankie. "You're always fantasizing about him," snapped Bobby. "He's charming," said Frankie, adding, "and Moira is charming too." Bobby blushed. "It's so strange that the clue to the whole incident has always been in the vicarage." He said, "You already knew, Frankie, that Carstairs actually wrote a letter to Evans—that is, Mrs. Roberts, didn't you?" Frankie nodded. "Carstairs told her he was coming to see her and ask her about Mrs. Templeton, whom he had reason to believe was a dangerous international criminal being pursued by the police. Later when he was pushed When she went off the cliff, Mrs. Roberts didn't deduce the truth from what happened," said Bobby bitterly.

"That's because the man who fell off the cliff was named Pritchard. That identification trick was brilliant. If a man called Pritchard was thrown off a cliff, how could he be Castel?" What about Ernes? That's what the average person thinks." "The funny thing is, Evans recognized Cayman," Bobby continued. "When Roberts let Cayman in, Evans at least caught a glimpse of him and asked who this gentleman was. Roberts said yes Mr Cayman, she said: 'It's strange, he's just like the gentleman I used to work as a maid.'" "Can you understand?" asked Frankie, "even if Bassington Lunch gave a tell or two, but I never caught him like an idiot."

"Did he show his feet?" "Yes, when Sylvia said the pictures in the newspaper looked like Carstairs, he said they really didn't, which proved he'd seen the dead. And then he told me he'd never seen the dead s face." "How on earth did you find out about Moira, Frankie?" "I think it is caused by the description of Mrs. Templeton," said Frankie dreamily, "everyone says she is a 'fine lady'. It seems to be inconsistent with Mrs. Cayman's situation." Your servant would never describe her as a 'brought-up lady'. Moira was there when we arrived at the vicarage afterwards. It occurred to me: Could Moira be Mrs. Templeton?"

"You're so clever." "I'm sorry for Sylvia," said Frankie, "there's been too much publicity about Sylvia because Moira dragged Roger into the case. But Dr. Nicholson has already She was very impressed, and I wouldn't be surprised if they end up as a couple." "Everything seems to have a happy ending," said Bobby. "Badger's dealership is doing well, thanks to your father. And thanks to your father, I've got this wonderful job." Got the job." "Is it a fantastic job?" "Managing a coffee plantation in Kenya is extremely well paid. That's exactly what I was hoping for, it's the kind of job I used to dream about."

He paused for a while, then deliberately said: "Many people will travel to Kenya." "Plenty of people will still settle there," said Frankie gravely. "Oh! Frankie, aren't you going?" Bobby blushed, stammered, and then said again, "Are you . . . going?" "I'll go," said Frankie, "I mean, I'd like to." "I've always liked you," said Bobby in a restrained voice. "I used to be unsophisticated, I mean, useless." "I suppose that's what made you so reckless on the golf course that day?"

"Yes, I'm ashamed." "Well," said Frankie, "how's Moira?" Bobby looked uncomfortable."Her face kind of moved me," he admitted. "Much prettier than this face of mine," said Frankie magnanimously. "Not pretty, but kind of 'attracted' me. Later, when we were locked up in the top floor, you were so brave in handling things, well, Moira's face gradually faded, and I didn't have any interest in her anymore. I have only you in my heart. You are simply amazing! Such courage." "I don't feel courage in me," said Frankie. "I was shaking all over. But I need you to admire me."

"I adore you, honey, I have always adored you and always will. Surely you wouldn't hate going to Kenya?" "I love Kenya, I hate England." "Frankie." "Bobby." "If you are willing to come in," the pastor pushed open the door and led the members of the Dorcas Guild in. He slammed the door shut and said apologetically, "My... a son. He... he... is engaged." A member of the Dorcas guild quipped that it seemed to be the case. "A good boy," said the pastor, "had a tendency to not take life seriously at one time, but he has since changed a lot. He is going to Kenya to manage a coffee plantation."

A member of the Dorcas Guild whispered to another: "Did you see that? Was it Miss Frances de Winter he was kissing?" An hour later, the word spread to March Bolt.