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‘Now don’t be stupid, Fou-Ling,’ said Mrs Fellows-Brown sharply. ‘Come on. I’ll have to pick you up.’
She picked him up. Fou-Ling uttered a short bark of agonized protest. They went out of the room with Fou-Ling’s pop-eyed face turned over his fluffy shoulder, still staring with enormous attention at the doll on the chair…
‘That there doll,’ said Mrs Groves, ‘fair gives me the creeps, it does.’
Mrs Groves was the cleaner. She had just finished a crablike progress backwards along the floor. Now she was standing up and working slowly round the room with a duster.
‘Funny thing,’ said Mrs Groves, ‘never noticed it really until yesterday. And then it hit me all of a sudden, as you might say.’
‘You don’t like it?’ asked Sybil.
‘I tell you, Mrs Fox, it gives me the creeps,’ said the cleaning woman. ‘It ain’t natural, if you know what I mean. All those long hanging legs and the way she’s slouched down there and the cunning look she has in her eye. It doesn’t look healthy, that’s what I say.’
‘You’ve never said anything about her before,’ said Sybil.
‘I tell you, I never noticed her—not till this morning… Of course I know she’s been here some time but—’ She stopped and a puzzled expression flitted across her face. ‘Sort of thing you might dream of at night,’ she said, and gathering up various cleaning implements she departed from the fitting-room and walked across the landing to the room on the other side.
Sybil stared at the relaxed doll. An expression of bewilderment was growing on her face. Alicia Coombe entered and Sybil turned sharply.
‘Miss Coombe, how long have you had this creature?’
‘What, the doll? My dear, you know I can’t remember things. Yesterday—why, it’s too silly!—I was going out to that lecture and I hadn’t gone halfway down the street when I suddenly found I couldn’t remember where I was going. I thought and I thought. Finally I told myself it must be Fortnums. I knew there was something I wanted to get at Fortnums. Well, you won’t believe me, it wasn’t till I actually got home and was having some tea that I remembered about the lecture. Of course, I’ve always heard that people go gaga as they get on in life, but it’s happening to me much too fast. I’ve forgotten now where I’ve put my handbag—and my spectacles, too. Where did I put those spectacles? I had them just now—I was reading something in The Times.’
‘The spectacles are on the mantelpiece here,’ said Sybil, handing them to her. ‘How did you get the doll? Who gave her to you?’
‘That’s a blank, too,’ said Alicia Coombe. ‘Somebody gave her to me or sent her to me, I suppose…However, she does seem to match the room very well, doesn’t she?’
‘Rather too well, I think,’ said Sybil. ‘Funny thing is, I can’t remember when I first noticed her here.’
‘Now don’t you get the same way as I am,’ Alicia Coombe admonished her. ‘After all, you’re young still.’
‘But really, Miss Coombe, I don’t remember. I mean, I looked at her yesterday and thought there was something—well, Mrs Groves is quite right—something creepy about her. And then I thought I’d already thought so, and then I tried to remember when I first thought so, and—well, I just couldn’t remember anything! In a way, it was as if I’d never seen her before—only it didn’t feel like that. It felt as though she’d been here a long time but I’d only just noticed her.’
‘Perhaps she flew in through the window one day on a broomstick,’ said Alicia Coombe. ‘Anyway, she belongs here now all right.’ She looked round. ‘You could hardly imagine the room without her, could you?’
‘No,’ said Sybil, with a slight shiver, ‘but I rather wish I could.’
‘Could what?’
‘Imagine the room without her.’
‘Are we all going barmy about this doll?’ demanded Alicia Coombe impatiently. ‘What’s wrong with the poor thing? Looks like a decayed cabbage to me, but perhaps,’ she added, ‘that’s because I haven’t got spectacles on.’ She put them on her nose and looked firmly at the doll. ‘Yes,’ she said, ‘I see what you mean. She is a little creepy…Sad-looking but—well, sly and rather determined, too.’
‘Funny,’ said Sybil, ‘Mrs Fellows-Brown taking such a violent dislike to her.’
‘She’s one who never minds speaking her mind,’ said Alicia Coombe.
‘But it’s odd,’ persisted Sybil, ‘that this doll should make such an impression on her.’
‘Well, people do take dislikes very suddenly sometimes.’
‘Perhaps,’ said Sybil with a little laugh, ‘that doll never was here until yesterday…Perhaps she just—flew in through the window, as you say, and settled herself here.’ ‘No,’ said Alicia Coombe, ‘I’m sure she’s been here some time. Perhaps she only became visible yesterday.’
‘That’s what I feel, too,’ said Sybil, ‘that she’s been here some time…but all the same I don’t remember really seeing her till yesterday.’
‘Now, dear,’ said Alicia Coombe briskly, ‘do stop it. You’re making me feel quite peculiar with shivers running up and down my spine. You’re not going to work up a great deal of supernatural hoo-hah about that creature, are you?’ She picked up the doll, shook it out, rearranged its shoulders, and sat it down again on another chair. Immediately the doll flopped slightly and relaxed.
‘It’s not a bit lifelike,’ said Alicia Coombe, staring at the doll. ‘And yet, in a funny way, she does seem alive, doesn’t she?’
II
‘Oo, it did give me a turn,’ said Mrs Groves, as she went round the showroom, dusting. ‘Such a turn as I hardly like to go into the fitting-room any more.’
‘What’s given you a turn?’ demanded Miss Coombe who was sitting at a writing-table in the corner, busy with various accounts. ‘This woman,’ she added more for her own benefit than that of Mrs Groves, ‘thinks she can have two evening dresses, three cocktail dresses, and a suit every year without ever paying me a penny for them! Really, some people!’
‘It’s that doll,’ said Mrs Groves.
‘What, our doll again?’
‘Yes, sitting up there at the desk, like a human. Oo, it didn’t half give me a turn!’
‘What are you talking about?’
Alicia Coombe got up, strode across the room, across the landing outside, and into the room opposite—the fitting-room. There was a small Sheraton desk in one corner of it, and there, sitting in a chair drawn up to it, her long floppy arms on the desk, sat the doll.
‘Sombody seems to have been having fun,’ said Alicia Coombe. ‘Fancy sitting her up like that. Really, she looks quite natural.’
Sybil Fox came down the stairs at this moment, carrying a dress that was to be tried on that morning.
‘Come here, Sybil. Look at our doll sitting at my private desk and writing letters now.’
The two women looked.
‘Really,’ said Alicia Coombe, ‘it’s too ridiculous! I wonder who propped her up there. Did you?’
‘No, I didn’t,’ said Sybil. ‘It must have been one of the girls from upstairs.’
‘A silly sort of joke, really,’ said Alicia Coombe. She picked up the doll from the desk and threw her back on the sofa.
Sybil laid the dress over a chair carefully, then she went out and up the stairs to the workroom.
‘You know the doll,’ she said, ‘the velvet doll in Miss Coombe’s room downstairs—in the fitting room?’
The forewoman and three girls looked up.
‘Yes, miss, of course we know.’
‘Who sat her up at the desk this morning for a joke?’
The three girls looked at her, then Elspeth, the forewoman, said, ‘Sat her up at the desk? I didn’t.’
‘Nor did I,’ said one of the girls. ‘Did you, Marlene?’ Marlene shook her head.
‘This your bit of fun, Elspeth?’
‘No, indeed,’ said Elspeth, a stern woman who looked as though her mouth should always be filled with pins. ‘I’ve m
ore to do than going about playing with dolls and sitting them up at desks.’
‘Look here,’ said Sybil, and to her surprise her voice shook slightly. ‘It was—it was quite a good joke, only I’d just like to know who did it.’
The three girls bristled.
‘We’ve told you, Mrs Fox. None of us did it, did we, Marlene?’
‘I didn’t,’ said Marlene, ‘and if Nellie and Margaret say they didn’t, well then, none of us did.’
‘You’ve heard what I had to say,’ said Elspeth. ‘What’s this all about anyway, Mrs Fox?’
‘Perhaps it was Mrs Groves?’ said Marlene.
Sybil shook her head. ‘It wouldn’t be Mrs Groves. It gave her quite a turn.’
‘I’ll come down and see for myself,’ said Elspeth.
‘She’s not there now,’ said Sybil. ‘Miss Coombe took her away from the desk and threw her back on the sofa. Well—’ she paused—‘what I mean is, someone must have stuck her up there in the chair at the writing-desk—thinking it was funny. I suppose. And—and I don’t see why they won’t say so.’
‘I’ve told you twice, Mrs Fox,’ said Margaret. ‘I don’t see why you should go on accusing us of telling lies. None of us would do a silly thing like that.’
‘I’m sorry,’ said Sybil, ‘I didn’t mean to upset you. But—but who else could possibly have done it?’
‘Perhaps she got up and walked there herself,’ said Marlene, and giggled.
For some reason Sybil didn’t like the suggestion.
‘Oh, it’s all a lot of nonsense, anyway,’ she said, and went down the stairs again.
Alicia Coombe was humming quite cheerfully. She looked round the room.
‘I’ve lost my spectacles again,’ she said, ‘but it doesn’t really matter. I don’t want to see anything this moment. The trouble is, of course, when you’re as blind as I am, that when you have lost your spectacles, unless you’ve got another pair to put on and find them with, well, then you can’t find them because you can’t see to find them.’
‘I’ll look round for you,’ said Sybil. ‘You had them just now.’
‘I went into the other room when you went upstairs. I expect I took them back in there.’
She went across to the other room.
‘It’s such a bother,’ said Alicia Coombe. ‘I want to get on with these accounts. How can I if I haven’t my spectacles?’
