Eye Of The Needle Part 8

"Yes," Bloggs said hesitantly. "The Needle. But there's not much information here."

"Think, think! A stiletto is like a needle. It's the same man: the murder of Mrs. Garden, all those signals in 1940 that we couldn't trace, the rendezvous with Blondie..."

"Possibly." Bloggs looked thoughtful.

"I can prove it," G.o.dliman said. "Remember the transmission about Finland that you showed me the first day I came here? The one that was interrupted?"

"Yes." Bloggs went to the file to find it.

"If my memory serves me well, the date of that transmission is the same as the date of this murder...and I'll bet the time of death coincides with the interruption."

Bloggs looked at the signal in the file. "Right both times."

"There!"

"He's been operating in London for at least five years, and it's taken us until now to get on to him," Bloggs reflected. "He won't be easy to catch."

G.o.dliman suddenly looked wolfish. "He may be clever, but he's not as clever as me," he said tightly. "I am going to nail him to the f.u.c.king wall."

Bloggs laughed out loud. "My G.o.d, you've changed, Professor."

G.o.dliman said, "Do you realize that's the first time you've laughed for a year?"

9.

THE SUPPLY BOAT ROUNDED THE HEADLAND AND chugged into the bay at Storm Island under a blue sky. There were two women in it: one was the skipper's wife-he had been called up and now she ran the business-and the other was Lucy's mother. chugged into the bay at Storm Island under a blue sky. There were two women in it: one was the skipper's wife-he had been called up and now she ran the business-and the other was Lucy's mother.

Mother got out of the boat wearing a utility suit, a mannish jacket and an above-the-knee skirt. Lucy hugged her mightily.

"Mother! What a surprise!"

"But I wrote to you."

The letter was with the mail on the boat; Mother had forgotten that the post only came once a fortnight on Storm Island.

"Is this my grandson? Isn't he a big boy?"

Little Jo, almost three years old, turned bashful and hid behind Lucy's skirt. He was dark-haired, pretty, and tall for his age.

Mother said: "Isn't he like his father!"

"Yes," Lucy said. "You must be freezing-come up to the house. Where did did you get that skirt?" you get that skirt?"

They picked up the groceries and began to walk up the ramp to the cliff top. Mother chattered as they went. "It's the fas.h.i.+on, dear. It saves on material. But it isn't as cold as this on the mainland. Such a wind! I suppose it's all right to leave my case on the jetty-n.o.body to steal it! Jane is engaged to an American soldier-a white one, thank G.o.d. He comes from a place called Milwaukee, and he doesn't chew gum. Isn't that nice? I've only got four more daughters to marry off now. Your father is a Captain in the Home Guard, did I tell you? He's up half the night patrolling the common waiting for German parachutists. Uncle Stephen's warehouse was bombed-I don't know what what he'll do, it's an Act of War or something-" he'll do, it's an Act of War or something-"

"Don't rush, Mother, you've got fourteen days to tell me the news." Lucy laughed.

They reached the cottage. Mother said, "Isn't this lovely lovely?" They went in. "I think this is just lovely."

Lucy parked Mother at the kitchen table and made tea. "Tom will get your case up. He'll be here for his lunch shortly."

"The shepherd?"

"Yes."

"Does he find things for David to do, then?"

Lucy laughed. "It's the other way around. I'm sure he'll tell you all about it himself. You haven't told me why you're here."

"My dear, it's about time I saw you. I know you're not supposed to make unnecessary journeys, but once in four years isn't extravagant, is it?"

They heard the jeep outside, and a moment later David wheeled himself in. He kissed his mother-in-law and introduced Tom.

Lucy said, "Tom, you can earn your lunch today by bringing Mother's case up, as she carried your groceries."

David was warming his hands at the stove. "It's raw today."

"You're really taking sheep-farming seriously, then?" Mother said.

"The flock is double what it was three years ago," David told her. "My father never farmed this island seriously. I've fenced six miles of the cliff top, improved the grazing, and introduced modern breeding methods. Not only do we have more sheep, but each animal gives us more meat and wool."

Mother said tentatively, "I suppose Tom does the physical work and you give the orders."

David laughed. "Equal partners, Mother."

They had hearts for lunch, and both men ate mountains of potatoes. Mother commented favorably on Jo's table manners. Afterwards David lit a cigarette and Tom stuffed his pipe.

Mother said, "What I really want to know is when you're going to give us more grandchildren." She smiled brightly.

There was a long silence.

"WELL, I think it's wonderful, the way David copes," said Mother. I think it's wonderful, the way David copes," said Mother.

Lucy said, "Yes."

They were walking along the cliff top. The wind had dropped on the third day of Mother's visit and it was mild enough to go out. They took Jo, dressed in a fisherman's sweater and a fur coat. They had stopped at the top of a rise to watch David, Tom and the dog herding sheep. Lucy could see in Mother's face an internal struggle between concern and discretion. She decided to save her mother the effort of asking.

"He doesn't love me," she said.

Mother looked quickly to make sure Jo was out of earshot. "I'm sure it's not that bad, dear. Different men show their love in diff-"

"Mother, we haven't been man and wife-properly-since we were married."

"But?..." She indicated Jo with a nod.

"That was a week before the wedding."

"Oh! Oh, dear. Is it, you know, the accident?"

"Yes, but not in the way you mean. It's nothing physical. He just...won't." Lucy was crying quietly, the tears trickling down her wind-browned cheeks.

"Have you talked about it?"

"I've tried."

"Perhaps with time-"

"It's been almost four years!"

There was a pause. They began to walk on across the heather, into the weak afternoon sun. Jo chased gulls. Mother said, "I almost left your father, once."

It was Lucy's turn to be shocked. "When?"

"It was soon after Jane was born. We weren't so well-off in those days, you know-Father was still working for his father, and there was a slump. I was expecting for the third time in three years, and it seemed that a life of having babies and making ends meet stretched out in front of me with nothing to relieve the monotony. Then I discovered he was seeing an old flame of his-Brenda Simmonds, you never knew her, she went to Basingstoke. Suddenly I asked myself what I was doing it for, and I couldn't think of a sensible answer."

Lucy had dim, patchy memories of those days: her grandfather with a white moustache; her father in a more slender edition; extended family meals in the great farmhouse kitchen; a lot of laughter and suns.h.i.+ne and animals. Even then her parents' marriage had seemed to represent solid contentment, happy permanence. She said, "Why didn't you? Leave, I mean."

"Oh, people just didn't, in those days. There wasn't all this divorce, and a woman couldn't get a job."

"Women work at all sorts of things now."

"They did in the last war, but everything changed afterward with a bit of unemployment. I expect it will be the same this time. Men get their way, you know, generally speaking."

"And you're glad you stayed." It was not a question.

"People my age shouldn't make p.r.o.nouncements about life. But my my life has been a matter of making-do, and the same goes for most of the women I know. Steadfastness always looks like a sacrifice, but usually it isn't. Anyway, I'm not going to give you advice. You wouldn't take it, and if you did you'd blame your problems on me, I expect." life has been a matter of making-do, and the same goes for most of the women I know. Steadfastness always looks like a sacrifice, but usually it isn't. Anyway, I'm not going to give you advice. You wouldn't take it, and if you did you'd blame your problems on me, I expect."

"Oh, Mother." Lucy smiled.

Mother said, "Shall we turn around? I think we've gone far enough for one day."

IN THE KITCHEN one evening Lucy said to David, "I'd like Mother to stay another two weeks, if she will." Mother was upstairs putting Jo to bed, telling him a story. one evening Lucy said to David, "I'd like Mother to stay another two weeks, if she will." Mother was upstairs putting Jo to bed, telling him a story.

"Isn't a fortnight long enough for you to dissect my personality?" David said.

"Don't be silly, David."

He wheeled himself over to her chair. "Are you telling me you don't talk about me?"

"Of course we talk about you-you're my husband."

"What do you say to her?"

"Why are you so worried?" Lucy said, not without malice. "What are you so ashamed of?"

"d.a.m.n you, I've nothing to be ashamed of. No one wants his personal life talked about by a pair of gossiping women-"

"We don't gossip about you."

"What do you say?"

"Aren't you touchy!"

"Answer my question."

"I say I want to leave you, and she tries to talk me out of it."

He spun around and wheeled away. "Tell her not to bother for my sake."

She called, "Do you mean that?"

He stopped. "I don't need anybody, do you understand? I can manage alone."

"And what about me?" she said quietly. "Perhaps I need somebody."

"What for?"

"To love me."

Mother came in, and sensed the atmosphere. "He's fast asleep," she said. "Dropped off before Cinderella got to the ball. I think I'll pack a few things, not to leave it all until tomorrow." She went out again.

"Do you think it will ever change, David?" Lucy asked.

"I don't know what you mean."

"Will we ever be...the way we were, before the wedding?"

"My legs won't grow back, if that's what you mean."

"Oh, G.o.d, don't you know that doesn't bother me? I just want to be loved."

David shrugged. "That's your problem." He went out before she started to cry.