Fragment of Fear Page #3

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the Sunday trains won't let me. I think the last one goes

at 7:
10 to London. Ah. I'm nothing but an old box. Ah, nonsense. I hope we meet again. You may have to hurry. {Thunder) I'm a Roman catholic. Are you? No. Well, it's just that... I'm terribly sorry,

but I can't stop crying. I've lost a very great friend. Here we are. Were.

Together at frinton. She looks very strong. The friend I left was older than me, and the friend I live with is young. The young don't understand. What does she do? She's a typist in whitehall. And you? Well, I keep the flat nice for her,

run errands and things. I'd like to do more,

but I have a heart condition. My friend, who died, left me

fifty pounds in premium bonds. Now that shows she still cared,

don't you think? Yes. She left me a barometer too,

but I never got it. The family made a fuss. Well, if you'll excuse me,

i must rush. It's been so nice talking to you. You've been a help to me, and here's something

that may be a help to you. I pray it will. I really do. No, don't read it here.

Wait until you get home. Read it at peace. Thank you very much. Hello? Hi. How's that prospective

uncle-in-law of mine's leg? Well, tell him not to keep

taking the bandages off and showing it to everybody

like a levantine beggar. Tell him it'll drop off. Do you think you can get away

from him tomorrow night? Lovely. Yeah, I can do with

seeing a young face. I've been stuck with

two old squares all day long. No, not really. I learnt that her husband

was killed by a burglar about three months

after they were married. It seems to run in the family,

doesn't it? I also met a pathetic old dyke

with a face like a bun on the train. She gave me a religious tract. Possibly. What? Well, I'll tell you. What? No, it's... Listen to this, will you? "Investigations into the background

and death of mrs Dawson "are a matter for the

Italian police and nobody else. "Investigations by other persons "can only be regarded

as unwarrantable intrusions. "It is hoped and believed

that you will appreciate this." No. I've never seen her before. Oh, I shouldn't think so.

She was about as harmless as a... As a newborn lamb. She must have been used as a courier,

i suppose, by somebody. Hotel, maybe. Well, what am I going to do?

I'm going to find out all there is to bloody well find out

about aunt Lucy's death. Yes. No, of course not. I shall

do what doctor Watson said. I shall bring the criminal to book. No, I'm all right, I promise you. Look, you come

round here tomorrow, and I'll book a table

at the tratt or somewhere. Okay? All right love, take care. Did he want to conceal

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